V2.Chapter 471

Naturally, the prime minister's office would not leave such a waste person, so she was directly thrown to the mass burial mound and died.

Just at this time, it began to rain outside.

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And Yan Mo Li's side, Liu Qianqian left, there was a dark guard in the house, and when he saw him, he knelt down to reply directly.

"Your Highness, your majesty has welcomed the son of the Wuxian family into the palace, leaving the son alone in the palace and driving everyone out. It seems to be quite trusting."

Yan Moli seems to have no accident about this matter. He picked his lips lightly. "This hall will know that the emperor will not refuse this temptation. Did the father and the emperor ask the son about fairytale? "

"It's all within your Highness's expectation."

Yan Moli nodded his head slightly, and there was a certain potential in his eyes.

A few days ago, Baorong emperor refused to grant him land and reward. He did not know where he was upset. He tried hard to make some achievements and let him treat him again. However, he didn't care about it. He was only interested in the direction of the national teacher.

After the return of the national master, he was rewarded in various ways, almost as gods.

He thought and thought, only to find a way to support a person like the national teacher, is the most beneficial help to him. It seems that he was right.

He could not help but think of it.

In this way, both yanbeicheng and other princes will lose the power to compete with him.

However, the real identity of the national master is Yan Beicheng. Therefore, the "national master" will always be loyal to him, but he is not a thing in the pool.

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The next day, the stranger flower wakes up in Yan Beicheng's arms. Looking at his beautiful and perfect side face, the corners of his lips can't help but lift, and his heart is a little sweet.

It would be nice to live such a peaceful life with Yanbei city.

Just thinking about it, yanbeicheng also woke up, but his mind seemed to be not fully awake. He took a little bit of pollen moistened lip in the street with a hazy sleeping face, and then gradually became clear.

On the street, he kisses a Leng, and then laughs again.

In my impression, Yan Beicheng has never been so relaxed. At this moment, he is unprepared. Just like an ordinary man, he is really valuable.

"What are you laughing at?" Yan Beicheng seems to have sobered up, and it's strange to see her so.

"Nothing." On the street flower pushes open his bosom, sits up, habitually calls a way: "Qin ya."

Yan Beicheng just sober up, but the idea of lying in bed was born in his heart. Before he had time to get bored and crooked for a moment, the stranger flower would ask Qin ya to come in. How could he depend on her?

However, it was not his turn to stop him, he listened to the flower frown on the stranger, "Qin ya? How is it you? "

I see, where is Qin Ya coming in at this time, but Aunt Zhang with a big smile on her face.

Almost at the moment of hearing the footsteps outside, Yan Beicheng turned his body back and rested his beautiful mind. He covered most of his face with a quilt and only covered his smooth and perfect cheek.

The stranger remembered this. She simply got out of bed and helped Yan Beicheng cover the quilt without changing her face. She said, "the Lord still needs to sleep. Go out and help me get a clean dress first."

Aunt Zhang did not dare to be ignorant. She laughed and glanced at Yan Beicheng, who was still lying on the bed, and then went down again.

When she came in, Yan Beicheng had recovered the birthmark on her face and sat up.