The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

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Chapter 109, I want to quicksand!

"If you don't believe in Wang Ye, you are willing to make a bet with you. If it is not 'Phantom of the Seven Kills', Mo Zhen will give the rain and thunder to the prince. If so... Mo Zhen wants to pay for the sand! Four for one, Wang Ye is It’s cheaper!” Yao Mo’s lips are slightly hooked, like a midnight shackle into a crescent.

"Ming Japan will bring Feng Yihan to the Lama Temple, and that's it!" The night Jun Qing opened his mouth and immediately turned to the palace gate.

"Is that lord gambling? Or not gambling?" Yao Mozhen's harmless nephew sincerely smashed twice.

"This king is not the idiot of Yan Nanzhen! Even if it is dead, this king will not let you fool the quicksand, you died this heart early!" Night Jun Qing hates the road, and immediately strode away from the switch.

Looking at the back of the anger, Yao Mo's lips evoke a smile that is relieved. At this moment, the figure of the night Junqing is finally not only a depression and loneliness. The aid to seal the cold is that she laid a very important brick on the road to the Great Chulong for the night Junqing.

As Yao Mozhen expected, Feng Yihan’s ambassador was not taken seriously by the night game, and he let the night princes clear the slogan to be chilled, nothing more than expected that Feng Yihan’s trip would be dangerous. When something went wrong, he would hand over the night prince to Qi, not to discuss and compensate, but also to avoid the war, but also solved the heart thorn of the night Junqing, killing two birds with one stone.

"Master, Wang Ye has brought Feng Yi Han to the Lama Temple. His subordinates have investigated. Feng Yihan is accompanied by fifteen people, and five personal bodyguards are first-class masters. The remaining ten are slightly less." Yin Xue is straight. Standing on the side of Yao Mo's body, according to the actual report.

"Fiveteen people... It seems that Qi Wang really wants to abolish this prince. Yin Xue, if you meet with 'Phantom of the Seven Kills', how many chances do you have?" Yao Mozhen is clear and deep. Tan, like the ancient well without waves.

"It’s easy to get out alone. If it’s right, it’s a three-point winner.” Yin Xue’s words are nothing but enemies.

"Well, people around the envelopes are not all rice buckets, plus quicksand, you should be able to tie a tie. Can you keep the seal and cold, and see the creation. Remember, whenever and wherever, The life of the prince is the most precious, and the second is your own, understand?" Yao Mo 婉 呷 呷 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 。

"Under the subordinates understand!" Yin Xue knows that Yao Mozhen does not want to let himself fight with the "Phantom of the Seven Kills", can't keep it, can't catch his own life.

On the second day of Feng Yihan’s arrival at the Lama Temple, the night’s singer was only invited to host a banquet, and the companion, in addition to himself, was the night Junqing. Yao Mozhen couldn't help but laugh, the night game is really not to take Feng Yihan seriously, even if he is not favored, it is also a prince of a country, actually let a fool to accompany, obviously it is embarrassing to Feng Yihan.

I don’t know if he’s looking away, so unscrupulous bullying will one day bring him to the top!

The time is set at noon, and the banquet is located in the Lama Temple. Whether it is time or place, you can see the deliberate contempt of the night game. In Guan Gong, Yao Mozhen let Tingyue exaggerate his own dress. Tingyue will put the last golden step on the dressing table on Yao Mozhen’s hairpin, his face has become twilight.

"Mother, don't you feel tired?" Looking at the seven or eight beads on Yao Mo's head, Tingyue opened his mouth.

"Do you know why this palace wants to do this?" Yao Mozhen is not enough to take more rouge on his face. The original elegant and elegant face now looks glamorous but too gaudy. .

"The slaves don't understand." Ting Yue's eyes widened waiting for Yao Mozhen's explanation.

"It's very simple. The more the palace is, the more humiliating it is. The more it will be annoyed, the more it hates the emperor's arrangement. In contrast, he can easily feel the sincerity and calmness of the night Junqing." Yao Mozhen It seems to have a deep meaning.

"Ting Yue sometimes does not understand, since you help the Prince, don't let him know it, and every time he ruined the prince!" Ting Yue put away the rouge gouache and complained.

"Have you seen him angry?" Yao Mozhen raised his eyebrows and screamed.

"Of course, a few times when the slaves passed through the east wing, they clearly heard that the prince was cursing you!" Tingyue nodded hard.

"What is the curse of the palace?" Yao Mozhen looked at Tingyue with great interest, and the corner of his lips evoked a touch of play.

"Most of them are black belly, sputum and the like. Although the slaves didn't hear clearly, the voice was so upset, and it must have been mad." Ting Yue decided.

"Yes.... It’s almost time to go to the Lama Temple with the palace." Yao Mozhen remembered Tingyue’s words in his heart and walked out of Guanyin Palace.

The days of early summer are so rare that when Yao Mozhen pushes the palace gate into the Lama Temple, it is a peach blossom.

Yao Mo stunned, this 雍 宫 Palace has been idle, when he was still a queen, when he was in the palace, he ordered the gardener to plant peach blossoms here, and also saved the courtyard no one, too bleak, now it seems that he Unintentional, but it is like a fairyland.

The wind rises, the dark fragrance floats, the petals circulate with the wind, and dance wildly. Deep in the sea of ​​flowers, I saw a person sitting alone on a stone bench, leaning against the peach tree, jade **** the book, and reading it carefully. The man has a purple crown, and the green belt is looming, elegant, quiet, such as a beautiful jade, pink and colorful, a few petals fall on the man's shoulder, under the white skirt, the man is more and more refined.

Tingyue was about to start, but was stopped by Yao Mozhen. She didn't want to disturb this beautiful and quiet atmosphere too early, but it was too late. At this moment, the man has already put down the book, and looked up in the direction of Yao Mozhen.

Qing Yi's handsome face, angular and angular features, indifferent and refined temperament, all indicate the extraordinary man, but Yao Mozhen feels the clear bottom, what kind of depression and sadness, what kind of grief and forbearance. It feels like a deja vu, if you have not experienced extreme pain, how can there be such a distant vision of precipitation due to hatred.

"Who are you?" It was supposed to be a problem for men in the flower, but the voice came from behind. On one side, Tingyue licked his throat.

"Wang, you don't even know the master of my family?" Ting Yue carefully looked at the night Jun Yao who stood behind Yao Mo, and his heart was uneasy. After all, in the eyes of the night, the master is not a fool.

"Yao Mozhen? Why are you dressed like this?" The night rushed to the front of Yao Mozhen, full of shock.

"What's wrong with this? This palace thinks that this dress is very beautiful!" Yao Mozhen screamed red and straightforward.

"Ting Yue, are you sure that your family's master took the mirror before going out?" Night Jun Qing eyes closely on Yao Mozhen, questioning. Silent, Tingyue only feels shame.

"Sue Prince, this is?" Qingyue’s voice sounded leisurely, and Feng Yihan gracefully walked to the side of the night, and the slender eyes were clear and bright, like crystal.

"Cough... This is the most favored Yao Yi Niang of the emperor." When Jun Junqing introduced Yao Mozhen, the voice was slightly embarrassing, but Yao Mozhen on the side did not agree, even losing face was also lost. The face of the night game.

"Yao Yao, this is the Prince of Qi." Night Jun Qing turned and officially introduced Feng Yihan to Yao Mozhen.

"Well, why don't you ask the palace for peace?" After the night, the monk was clear, and Yao Mozhen lifted up the thick ###小脸, which was smeared with a thick rouge. Feng Yihan heard the sound of micro-shock, but he did not show too much emotion. It is still the appearance of the cloud.

"Yao Yao, it is you to salute the Prince!" Night Jun Qing face pale, whispered.

"The emperor said that in addition to him, this palace is the biggest here. Whoever sees this palace should be saluted, yes, you just saw this palace, how can you not do it!" Yao Mozhen with his hands on his hips, looking at the night Jun Qing. At this moment, the night Junqing suddenly had a sense of shame that was shackled in the air. If it was not strong willpower, he would snarl at Yao Mo.

"Under the cold, I saw the Yao Niangniang, the world is the color of Yao Yi's city, innocent and innocent, today sees, really worthy of the name." Feng Yihan's eyes with a smile, in those eyes, Yao Mozhen I can't see a trace of disgust and dislike, so sincere eyes, as if I really have infinite respect for her. Yao Mozhen can't help but sigh, the city of Feng Yihan is really deep enough.

"Flat, what about you?" Yao Mozhen took his eyes back to the night Junqing, and his lips inadvertently smear a light arc. I don't know why, Yao Mozhen especially likes to watch the night princes being mad by her madness, as if the night is so vivid.