The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

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"To each other!" Yao Suzhen was finally photographed by Yao Mozhen's courage, and the subconscious took a step back, just the eyes, strong and calm.

"The maiden, the emperor is coming." On the side of the body, Ming Yu’s eye tip reminded that Yao Su’s voice screamed and turned away, but Yao Mo’s fiercely grabbed his wrist.

"二###When you are finished, you want to leave? There is such a cheap thing in the world!" Yao Mozhen smiled coldly, and when he spoke, he slammed Yao Su out of the crowd and went straight to the ground, and he fell to the ground. The direction of the night game came.

"What are you doing? Don't retreat! Hey, Yao Xiiang, what's wrong with you?" Anshanshan's first night of the game to drive away the crowd, whoever expected to go up, see Yao Mozhen the whole person fell On the ground, tears and tears. Seeing that it is Anshan, all the eunuchs are working as birds and beasts. In an instant, there are only Yao Mozhen, Yao Suzhen, and the Mingyu behind Yao Suzhen.

"Oh..." Yao Mozhen grievously cried, and the **** jade hand was on the ground, leaving a bright red **** mark.

"Hey? How come you are here?" At the moment of seeing Yao Mozhen, the night of the game was on the way, and both hands clasped Yao Mo's snow shoulders and felt distressed.

"It’s the second sister... The second sister said that Mo Zhen is not a fool. He has to look at the dead bodies. They are so terrible. Mo Zhen wants to go back, but the second sister refuses to let the moo Press here...The emperor, Mo Zhen is so scared..." Yao Mozhen asked for help and threw himself into the arms of the night, but he bounced out in the next second. "It hurts.... .."

When I saw the bloodstains oozing from Yao Moyu's fingers and arms, the deep sorrow of the night screaming was like a thousand years of ice, and the thick clouds on his face showed his anger at the moment.

"Anshanshan, the horse uploads the royal doctor to the Guanyin Palace! Qinglong! Handle the three bodies to the cockroaches!" Yao Mozhen, who was crying with the pear blossoms in the night, walked step by step with a suffocating step. Yao Suzhen.

"The emperor, this palace does not." Yao Suzhen was shocked, and the strong self-satisfied welcoming to the night of the game, the cold, the cold, at this time, she did not have to humble in front of the night in front of the game, pleading, they Between, it has already broken down to no room for any return.

"Nothing? In addition to who you will make this kind of thing!" The night of the game, the voice is like frost, Yao Suzhen heard the meaning of the night game, he refers to the body of the three grandchildren. She expects that the night game will not be able to cope with it, but if he can successfully provoke the dispute between the night game and the night Junqing, he will have the energy to deal with himself, and, less than a last resort, night game It will not take risks.

"The Emperor Mingjian, the courtiers are sincere." Yao Suzhen stuffed, she did not care about Yao Mozhen's own situation, even if there is no such episode, the contradiction between the night game and her has long been irreconcilable.

"朕自会明鉴!" The night of the game is cold and open, and then Yao Mozhen turned and left, just in the moment of turning around, the night game, the subconscious mind looked at the Changle Palace, the heart, suddenly seems to be bound, that kind The weird feeling made the night of the game a shock. Regret? Do not! Yao Moxin’s death made him enjoy the ease he never had!

Although Yao Mozhen’s arm is only a skin injury, the night game is still a small problem, and all the royal doctors of the Royal Hospital are called to Guan Yugong, and they threaten that if Yao Mozhen’s wound leaves a scar, they will not have one. . Such a darling is simply no one before.

In the evening, the night of the game retired from Tingyue and others, and Yao Mozhen was lying on the bed. After Yao Moyu was determined to be in the dream, he then let go, and then he turned to the side until he was a child.

"I don't regret it... I won't regret it... Only you are dead... I feel that I am alive... You are dead, you are not Then hehe..." When he heard the night screaming, Yao Mozhen slowly and slyly, the deep scorpion seemed to be two endless night sky, and it was like two black holes. If you take a look, you will never be able to pull out.

This time, the night game did not leave when he was, but he stayed with Yao Mo to sleep very late. The breakfast of the weekend did not stay in Guanyin Palace.

When Yao Mo, who was tired and walked to the table, the night Junqing had been sitting there waiting for a long time.

"How do you explain Sun Hao's business?" The night Junqing's face was soaked like water, and the clearness seemed like an ancient well without waves. Even so, Yao Mozhen still felt the anger from the face.

"It's hard to explain." At that time, she ordered Liu Xing to find a body buried near the cold palace garden. She was swindled by the Anshanshan to kill her. It was because she never thought that one day, Sun Hao’s body would be Hanging in front of the Anle Palace, now the facts are in front of her, she seems to have nothing to explain.

"So you were cheating on the king before!" When Ye Junqing saw the body of the three grandsons, he had already reached this answer. Silent, Yao Mozhen shrugged with approval and was irrefutable.

"The king has examined it carefully. Sun Hao, Zheng Gonggong and Yuner are all deadly. The martial arts are superior. The whole palace, except for the four guards around the night, no one has this neat way. The king did not understand, is it that Night Hung killed Sun Hao? Why?" Night Jun Qing spent a night of thinking, but did not get the answer that would convince him.

"If they are not taking care of them, will the big sister die?" Yao Mozhen coveted the porcelain bowl and said the words against the heart. Since the day of rebirth, Yao Mozhen said that there are countless words that are against the heart. Only this sentence makes her heart cut.

"Do you think so?" The night Junqing did not tangled Yao Mozhen’s previous deception. He only wanted to know how the three grandsons fell to such a tragic level.

"Otherwise, Wang Ye thought of the reasons for the emperor to kill them three?" Yao Mozhen raised his eyebrows to look at the night Junqing, the clear scorpion is like a clear spring, there is no trace of impurities.

"If you are not guilty of sin, why should the emperor be moved to them! If you know what is under the heart of Jiuquan, you will be heartbroken!" The night is clear and sorrowful, and the tight fists indicate his anger at the moment.

"The emperor should be a lot of love big sister..." Yao Mozhen sneered, sipping the porridge in the porcelain bowl.

"No, if things are as simple as you said, then why would anyone hang the bodies of his three people outside the Changle Palace? The original one is clearly trying to make a big fuss, but what is the article he wants to do?" The eyebrows are crumpled and reconsidered. At this time, the night Junqing seems to be trapped in a quagmire, and is surrounded by his own problems.

"Which article can be written, Wang Ye wants more." Yao Mozhen said faintly, and his heart was amazed. She finally understood that Yao Suzhen’s purpose in doing all of this was to provoke a battle between the night Junqing and the night game. Then the night fisherman will benefit.

Fortunately, a night child, actually, in such a short period of time, Yao Suzhen was so ruined for him, this person will not be removed, and will become a hindrance of the night Jun Qing Emperor. Anyway, anyway, Yao Suzhen’s actions have touched her bottom line. This time, she wants to give Yao Suzhen an unforgettable lesson!

"This king knows that you will say this, even if you know, you will not tell the king! Even if you tell the king, it is lying!" Night Jun Qing looked at Yao Mozhen, and his heart was sceptical.

"Wang Ye may have unfair words, and Mo Yan will occasionally be guilty of Wang Ye!" Yao Mo's expression was very sad and very hurt.

"Is there? The king can't remember!" Night Junqing did not agree.

"Yes... let Mo Zhen think about it..." Yao Mozhen pretended to think. Seeing Yao Mozhen’s expression of the dying man’s unsuccessful life, when the night Jun Qing Deng got up, he looked angry.