v2 Chapter 190： Wang Ye Wanfu (20)

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Yan’s face was a little confused, and he whispered: “I... I didn’t mean it.”

The luxuriant foliage surrounds him, and the juvenile is slightly lifted, and the curved neck and clavicle are clearly visible.

The light and shadow that fell from the canopy was just intertwined in his pupil, adding a different dream to the dead.

He was stunned by the cold light of the first kite.

In the next second, the boy suddenly got together and put on the lip of the first kite.

The breeze passed, the light of the canopy rustling, the light and shadow drifted between the two.

The teenager just stuck her on her for a few seconds and quickly released.

He leaned back and the leaves were slightly squeaky.

Fortunately, there was a wind at this time, and no one noticed the sound of the upstairs.

"I..." Yan returned to his pale face with a faint blush, and his ears were red.

After he had not finished speaking, the first kite pulled him back, took his waist and kissed him back.

Yan Gui slightly squinted.

When Yan returned to God, he was already standing on the ground, and the first kite took his hand and was heading in the direction of his temple.

The girl looks calm, as if she was an illusion.

Yan Yan knows that it is not an illusion.

"go in."

Yan returned to the door without saying a word. He pulled his hand back and quickly entered the dormitory.

Until it was determined that the first kite could not see himself, the juvenile's cautious and well-behaved expression was slightly converging, revealing a faint smile, and the fingertips gently squatted on the lips.

"His Royal Highness, where have you been?"

Xiaoguizi does not know where it comes from.

Yan Yan's mouth is flat to the usual arc, slowly said: "Go out for ventilation, what's wrong?"

"There are assassins in the palace." Xiaoguizi looked at Yangui very nervously, for fear that his family prince would touch it: "You haven't met?"

Yan returned to shake his head.

"That's fine, you can stop going out, and the palace is now martial everywhere."

"Ok."

-

There is an assassin in the palace, the emperor's new spoiler is stabbed, the entire palace is martial, and every palace must receive inspection.

When the kite returned to the palace, the Yulin Army just checked this side.

In the end, of course, nothing was found, but the people in the palace were guilty.

Cheng Hao was unconscious, although the injury was not heavy, but it was about the face of the emperor.

The emperor was angry and made sure that the assassin was caught.

Cheng Hao was awake at night.

The identification is done by the first kite.

The kite was called to ask questions.

Cheng Hao was lying on the bed with pale face, gauze wrapped around his forehead and arms, tears in his eyes, pitiful and pitiful.

"Cheng Chuan, Ai Yu said that you stabbed her, can you have this?" The emperor was sitting on the side of Cheng Hao, black face.

The kite is very calm: "No."

"Sister, you said something happened to me, I only commented on you, I didn't expect you to be like this to me..."

Cheng Hao complained with a cry.

That is a pitiful.

"I haven't seen you today."

The first kite said that it was a frank, and if Cheng Hao was not a party, she might believe it.

The emperor looked at the kite with a squint.

Before he had not carefully smashed the King of the Kings.

Now, I am more optimistic than Cheng Hao.

This reminds the emperor of becoming a king, the man who always plays against himself.

"Your knee, the person who stabbed me is the scissors. If it is an assassin, why use scissors, kneel down, please check it out!"

Cheng Hao struggled to kneel on the bed and asked the emperor to preside over justice.

The emperor quickly let her lie back and whispered her two words.

"Cheng Chu Zheng, what do you have to explain?"

"What weapons are used by the Assassins? This is to ask the Assassin, I am not, I don't know."

Cheng Hao’s eyes are red: “Your Majesty, I still have a certificate, the **** in my palace can testify.”

Emperor Shen Sheng: "Biography!"

The **** all the way down, and scared to kneel directly on the ground: "Hey... Your Majesty."

Emperor: "Chengchu Zheng is the assassin?"

The eunuch’s reply: “No...no, the assassin is covered, it’s a man...”

"You are nonsense!" Cheng Hao excitedly interrupted the eunuch: "It is her, why do you want to talk nonsense? Your Majesty, he lied!!"

This is her person.

How can you say such a thing! ?

"Your majesty, the slaves don't dare, the slaves are all true..."

The **** squatted on the ground and slammed his head.

Cheng Hao was so angry that he knocked the pillow on the bed.

"Why are you lying, are you bought by her!"

"The slaves don't, the slaves don't dare..."

The first kite insisted that he did not see the process.

Anyway, Cheng Hao can't get evidence, she is smearing herself, she won't recognize it.

The emperor frowned, not knowing what to think.

"Assassin! There are assassins!!!"

There was a loud scream outside.

Then there was a chaos, and the fighting sound was far and near. The emperor got up and walked to the door of the temple. Under the guard of the Royal Forest Army, he watched the battle outside.

The assassin's martial arts was excellent, and under the siege of the Yulin Army, it did not fall to the bottom, and he was finally ran.

"Catch!" The emperor sullenly ordered: "Live to see people, die to see the dead."

"Send Miss Cheng back." The emperor turned his head again.

Cheng Hao is stunned.

"His Majesty!"

"Love is good for hurting."

The emperor did not return to follow the Yulin army.

Cheng Hao’s chest was undulating, and he was not willing to call his majesty.

The first kite smashed the sleeves, calmly and calmly followed the eunuch.

"Chengchu Zheng!"

Cheng Hao fell all the things that he could fall, and his cheeky face was full of distorted hatred.

how come……

That eunuch!

When Cheng Hao remembered the eunuch, the **** had disappeared.

There was only one person left in the entire temple.

-

Into the night.

The entire palace is still in martial law.

The thin-looking teenager sat by the window, holding his chin and looking at the darkness outside the palace.

There was a slight break in the back.

"master."

The blindfolded black man kneels on the ground and squats.

The young boy put down the hand of the donkey, and the light brown scorpion turned and reflected the candle in the temple. The light brown pupil was dyed with a warm light.

The ink is not bundled, and it is scattered behind the body, and it rises with the wind.

The plaque is slightly open, faintly glimpsing the beautiful clavicle, extending into the arc under the placket, and fascinating.

"Not found?"

The soft voice of the boy circulates inside the temple.

The night wind slid into the window, the candlelight swayed, and the shadow of the juvenile swayed, and the rootless duckweed floating in the wind and rain.

The atmosphere in the temple is inexplicably suppressed.

"The Lord is assured, I didn't do it with them." The black man answered with respect.

After a pause, the man in black said again: "There are some people who don't understand."

The teenager seemed to know what he was asking, the lips were slightly raised, and anyone with a slight curvature could not see it. His index finger was erected and placed on the crimson lips.

The man in black knows that the more he is, this is not what he should ask.

All he has to do is execute the command of the master.

"Go on."

"Yes."

The black man retired with respect.

The fingertips of the young white scorpion slid across the lips and looked at the swaying candlelight.

The night wind was raging, the candlelight suddenly disappeared, and the room fell into the darkness.