Heroic Wife Reborn

Hua Yan did not bother to listen to Zhao Wei’s words. He smiled: “It’s a pity that your father is afraid.”

Zhao Wei looked at the flower buds, and even though she was full of grievances, she could only be helpless at this moment.

The flower buds waved and let everyone back together, standing in front of Zhao Wei: "You said that Zhao Qiu-ming knew at that time that your Zhao family could not be a thing, so he did not move us? If he really is a blood-washed palace, How could the Sansheng go through the Zhaobeicheng family?"

Zhao Wei said coldly: "He is just a woman."

Hua Yan smiled and said: "There are fewer people who have died in your father and daughter in these years? You are the best."

Zhao Wei’s “Ha” smiled and looked at the flower. “You thought I was dead. Can your son become a royal? Flower, you think that after Yu Ling’s death, the second person she will deal with is Who?"

This sentence of Zhao Wei has let the smile on the face of the flower girl converge.

Zhao Wei said: "Your son is the eldest son!"

The battle for a long battle has existed since ancient times.

Zhao Wei looked at the flower buds and looked like some gloating. He said, "What are you happy about at this time? You are in charge of the harem again? You look at the end of our Zhao family. I am still in the hands of Yu Linglong. This kind of end, you Huashi family, where can you go?"

The flower bed turned and went.

Zhao Xiao laughed and said: "Sister, I am waiting for you on Huangquan Road."

The prison door was heavily closed behind the flowerbed, but Zhao Xiao’s laughter still rang in the ear of the flower.

Hua Yan looked at the people standing in his own body and said: "Zhao is crazy."

Everyone bowed their heads and dared not speak.

The flower stalked out of the **** of the Cautious Criminal Division, and looked at the rainy day. He said to the palace behind him: "Go to the study room." Zhao Yu’s words will definitely be introduced into the ears of Xianzong. This woman will be tomorrow. It will die, it doesn't matter, but Huan understands that she can't let Xianzong guard against herself.

After Yin Shan listened to the flower in the royal study room, he repeated the words of Zhao Wei and snorted. He simply said: "Hey, you know."

The flower buds waited for a long time, and did not wait until after the sage.

Emperor Xianzong finished the end of a memorial and looked up at the flower garden. He said, "Do you still have something?"

The flower buds whispered: "Shang Shang, you have to take care of the dragon body, the night is already deep, you still rest."

Yinzong bowed his head and looked at the memorials put on his desk. What are you going to gamble on the national transport to dry up? What else does he rest? Chonghua swayed and waved, said: "You retreat."

After seeing the sages, Huanzong reached out and took the game and saw it. He couldn’t help but say something to Yin Zong: "St. Shang, Zhao will be ruined tomorrow."

"Well," said Xian Zong.

"Chen Chen retire," Hua Chong Chong Xian Zong retire.

The head of Yin Zong did not rise again.

There are still a lot of court officials waiting outside the royal study room, so the flower gardens are in the side door of the royal study. Outside the side door is a piece of bamboo forest. In the spring rain, the bamboo forest is cold, and the flower buds stand in the bamboo forest, thinking of two people, Yin Zong and Zhao Wei. At the beginning, the emperor and the two couldn’t wait for the day together. The six palaces were all in the body of Zhao Wei. Now these two, Xianzong does not go to see Zhao Wei, Zhao Wei does not say what he wants to see, from love to stranger, It seems that it is just a blink of an eye.

A small voice for the umbrella of the flower bud: "Mother, let's go."

The flower buds slowly walked forward, until they walked to the front of the Xiangyun Temple, the flower buds whispered to their cronies: "Do you hear Zhao's words?"

Xiao Xiaosheng: "Yes, the slaves heard it."

"Princess her?"

"Anniling," said, "You still have to look at what the princess will do next. If the princess is unintentional, the maiden will take the lead, why bother?"

"I am just afraid that she can't tolerate me," said Hua Yu. "When she had to take the Seventh House of the Kings out of the Imperial Palace, would she forget it?"

This palace was said to be nervous by the flowers.

The flower buds walked up to the steps of the Xiangyun Temple. I felt that there was a cold air that swept the whole body from the bottom of my heart. Zhao Yushan was not an opponent of Yu Lingling. Can she be the opponent of this long princess?

Yu Xiaoxiao was kneeling on Gu Xinglang’s body at this time and said, “I will go to eat a dumpling tomorrow.”

Gu Xinglang said: "Why don't you buy more?"

Yu Xiaoxiao said: "Where do I know that I will meet Zhao Da?"

Gu Xinglang held up with Yu Xiaoxiao and said, "You will not go to the execution ground tomorrow?"

Yu Xiao's novel: "Look at Zhao Qiu Ming's head?"

Gu Xinglang "Well".

Yu Xiao's novel: "Don't go, what can be seen in killing?" The end of the zombies went all the way, and she thought about going to see the dead. It was really a long grass.

Gu Xinglang said: "Then we will go to eat dumplings."

"Yes," Yu Xiaoxiao hooked down Gu Xinglang's neck and whispered: "Are you still okay?"

Gu Xinglang bit his teeth, his mouth pressed against the little ears of jade and said, "This is what you are recruiting."

The bed was once again screaming, the account was blown up by the wind, and the two entangled figures were looming between the account and the quilt.

In the Huguo Temple, Cheng Guan Guo Shi got up from the Buddha.

A little hurriedly walked to the front of the national division, whispered: "National teacher, Mrs. Xu is waiting for you outside the door."

Cheng Guan Guo Shi looked at this little girl.

Xiao Yan succumbed: "I let her go, but she just doesn't go, saying that she must see the national teacher."

Cheng Guan Guo Shi walked out of the Buddhist temple.

"Master," when he was busy outside the door, he called the Chengguan Guoshi.

"Go to bring Xu's," Cheng Guanguo Shidao.

Forgot the moon and nodded. After a while, I brought Mrs. Xu to the stage of the Buddhist temple.

"National Master," Mrs. Xu’s wife, Chong Cheng Guan Guo’s knee, performed a ceremony.

Cheng Guan Guo Shi stood at the gallery and looked at Mrs. Xu. After waiting for such a long time, the lady was still not tired, and she looked excited. Cheng Guan Guo’s brow frowned slightly and felt that Xu’s appearance was not quite right.

Mrs. Xu said: "I am a national teacher, I am looking for a teacher to solve the dream."

Cheng Guan Guo Shi smiled and said: "Mrs., the people who observe the Buddha will not see the dream."

Mrs. Xu’s wife shook her head and said: “This dream, the national teacher must solve for me.”

"You, this man," forgot the moon to be angry, did the woman take his master as a fortune-telling?

Cheng Guan Guo Shi rushed to forget the moon and raised his hand, let the moon stop, and looked at Mrs. Xu’s saying: "Where is the lady who wants to be poor?"

Mrs. Xu said: "Resurrection and death."

The smile on the face of Cheng Guan Guo Shi suddenly disappeared.

Mrs. Xu’s wife completely ignored the changes in the look of the national teacher and eagerly said: “I dream of a person’s death and resurrection, the national teacher, what does this mean?”

Cheng Guan Guo Shi coldly said: "Death and resurrection? Madame, thinking day, night dreams, your dreams are always just a dream."

Mrs. Xu stayed.

Cheng Guan Guoshi cold road: "The people you wait for will not come back."

To the reader:

The second is more.