The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

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The 110th chapter is rather negative, not to bear the beauty laugh

"See Yao Yao!" After the night, Jun Junqing turned his hand and turned to look at Feng Yihan. It was really a glance and he didn't want to see Yao Mozhen at that moment.

"His Royal Highness Prince, Jun Qing has already ordered the banquet room to prepare a table banquet. Today it is officially to wash the dust for His Royal Highness!"

"Jun Qing brother has a heart, an informal state banquet, it is said that I am cold." Feng Yi Han thin lips micro-hook, the sincerity between the eyebrows is not deliberate.

"Good! Yi Han, please inside!" Yesterday, he talked with Feng Yihan very much, and the night Jun was not artificial.

"Is this palace going to be in front?" Yao Mo's sudden and sudden ruin destroyed the beautiful atmosphere in front of him. The night Jun Qing took a deep breath and did not speak. He saw Feng Yihan respectfully let out the passage, smiling. Look at Yao Mozhen.

"Yao Yao Niangni, please!" Qingyue’s voice is like a rain, playing celadon, and it’s pleasant. Yao Mozhen was unceremonious, and he walked into the Lama Temple.

During the evening, the night Junqing and Feng Yihan talked about the ancient and the modern, and the content of the story was in the north and south. On one side, Yao Mozhen was eating and drinking most of the time, but in fact, he would pass every word of Feng Yihan, even if Feng Yihan disguised it. Ok, it is still revealing his majestic ambitions.

Of course, in order to fully play his role-playing, Yao Mozhen will not miss the opportunity to insert a question that is irrelevant. At this time, the eyes of the night Junqing are full of indignant insults, and in contrast, Feng Yihan. However, he can patiently and meticulously solve doubts and doubts, and even discuss with Yao Mozhen for a while.

Returning to Guanyin Palace, Yao Junyi, who had not waited for a dress up, had sat down to drink tea, and he had already thrown a series of complaints.

"If the emperor doesn't want to see Feng Yihan again, is it also a way to show up? Even if you don't come out, you shouldn't let you go to the cold. You are also, do you want to be so exaggerated? If the king is still a prince of the year, then Now, the king is just a idler, no matter where he is, he has slowed down the escaping cold!" Night Jun was angry and looked at Yao Mozhen.

"On the same day, the emperor ordered you to treat Feng Yihan, you should know the meaning of the emperor. For the dying person, there is no need for the emperor to waste time on him. As for the palace to come forward, there is nothing wrong with it. After all, in the world. In the eyes, this palace is indeed the most favored scorpion of the emperor. It is the reaction of the prince, really let Mo Zhen disappointed!" Yao Mozhen Qing dynasty looked at the night in front of himself to step back, the sound is awesome.

"What happened to the king?" Night Junqing did not agree.

"But in a day's time, does the prince have a heart-wrenching enthusiasm for Feng Yi? Actually, this is not good for him. It seems that the great thing about Feng Yihan is not that the city is deep, but it is good at attacking the heart." Yao Mozhen's analysis of the shortcomings .

"This king just thinks that it should not be so contemptuous of Feng Yihan, nothing more." Night Jun Qing heard the guilty conscience, but still strongly argued.

"It is better to do nothing. Wang Ye should be clear. Feng Yihan is not a kind of person with you. His heart is in the DPRK. He is in the throne of the Qi State. Every step he takes is made for the road of his king. Paving, Mo Zhen only hopes that Wang Ye is confused and becomes a stepping stone on his successful road.” Yao Mozhen elegantly lifted the teapot and pushed the cup to the direction of the night Junqing.

"Don't you always advocate to protect him?" Yao Mo's words are so amazing that the night can't help but condense. At this moment, he has enough reason to believe that Yao Mozhen, in front of him, is smart or mental. Do not lose the time.

"This palace is to think that Wang Ye let him feel that you care about protecting him, so that he will be grateful. If Wang Ye is protecting him with his use, he will only feel that Wang Ye is stupid! Cold, it’s not easy!” It’s better to be famous. When you see Feng Yi’s cold, Yao Mozhen knows that he can be safe and sound in the environment of being surrounded by the princes, and he is not a good class.

"What is the difference? This king just does not want to let the big Chu roll into the country, and does not ask him to be grateful." Night Jun Qingming 眸 looks to Yao Mozhen, right color.

"Wang Ye, slaves have to boldly say that my family's self-destructive image helps you, you are not grateful, but also blame everywhere, it is really chilling." Even if the night Junqing is good and handsome, you can see him. This way, talking to Yao Mozhen, Tingyue can't help but complain.

"How did she help the king? How did the king blame her? Ting Yue, you are getting more and more headless!" Night Jun Qing doubts to Ting Yue, confessing to Ting Yue's accusation.

"Wang Ye..." Tingyue wanted to argue again, but was called by Yao Mozhen.

"Tingyue, Mo generally sees him, the palace is tired, and the palace is back to rest." Night Junqing does not sit in the heart of the world, naturally will not understand what he has done, Yao Mozhen leisurely got up and walked inside room.

"Don't go! The king has not finished talking about it!" See Yao Mozhen left, and the night Jun opened when he was clear.

"Isn't the floe there?" Yao Mozhen responded, and he did not return to the inner room. The night Junqing heard the more lazy slaps on the chaise longue, and the forehead suddenly floated three black lines.

At night, the moonlight is bright and clean, the stars are soft, and the peach trees are full of peach blossoms in the moonlight bathing, with a faint glow of light, exquisite.

"Master, Chu Wang deceives people too much, not only let a ruined prince entertain you, but also called the idiot scorpion, clearly does not put you in the eyes!" The cold voice is like the snow seal on the thousand years of cold mountains, no temperature . A man in a night outfit stood upright after Feng Yi’s cold body, but he did not have a look. This person listens to the wind, and the seal is cold and the special secret guard.

"No wonder the night game, the father is so obvious except my heart, the night game is not stupid, I will not see the status quo of this prince. But he can let the night prince meet me, it is a surprise to the prince. You don't want to squat that night, if the prince said that this big Chu Jiangshan was hit by him, it is not too much. If it weren't for that woman, the king of Chu would be so calm and comfortable! "Feng Yi Han in front of the independent window, the sharpness in the eyes dimmed the moon and the stars.

"The master is saying that Yao Moxin?" In this era of multi-country separatism, those who have left traces on the political stage, both men and women, will be remembered.

"Exquisite and easy to wither, even the city is easy to fragile, like a woman who is so shocking and beautiful, and the top of the wise and wise, will be stunned, but unfortunate!" Feng Yihan's eyes passed a touch of regret, must be calm.

"It seems that the rumor is true. The night is clear and the brothers and sisters are now, so it’s not worth it." Hearing the wind and shaking his head.

"Ning negative Jiangshan, not to be a beautiful smile, value and worthless, only he knows. 'Phantom of the Seven Kills' is coming?" Feng Yihan's peak suddenly turned, look awe.

"The secret agent came to report, ‘Phantom of the Seven Kills’ left the country the day before, the goal is the owner.” Listening to the wind and reporting.

"It seems that the father of the emperor is arrogant and wants to get rid of me." The emperor's indoor bones are broken, and the father and son are opposites. But ordinary things do not mean they are numb, facing their biological father. The pursuit of killing, Feng Yi Han will still be heartbroken.

"Master, you can't wait any longer!"

"Yeah, I really can't wait any longer. Let's let them prepare. As long as the Prince can live and go back..." Feng Yi Han lightly sighed and sighed in the throat.

"The owner is at ease, listening to the wind and swearing to protect the Prince!" Listening to the wind and chiseling, the voice is powerful.

Silent, Feng Yihan waved back and listened to the wind, his eyes staring at the peach blossom forest in front of him, but it seemed to go farther through the peach blossom.

Perhaps it is not willing to meet with Feng Yihan. The night of the game has not reached the Guanyin Palace for the past two days. Instead, it was Feng Yihan. When he learned that the night Jun Qing lived in the Guanyin Palace, he actually came to visit.

When Feng Yihan appeared in the Guanyin Palace, the Guanyin Palace was in a mess.

"Wang Niangni... so much blood, what should I do?" Tingyue's hand with the basin was trembling, his feet kept squatting on the ground, and the tears of the rush continued to flow.

"Don't be noisy! The palace is not doing it!" On the chaise longue, Yao Mozhen was half-squatted there, his hands stroking the belly of the floc, the lips of the cherry lips, and the forehead was covered with sweat.

"Why are you going to be born? Why haven't you been born? This king has heard that pregnancy should be moving around! It's all you, always holding on to the slapsticks, when you are warm-handed!" The child’s painful sorrow, the night Jun Qing’s eyebrows are wrinkled, his hands clenched his fists, and he did not forget to blame Yao Mozhen from time to time.