King Chen and Murong Yue were silent after receiving the news from Yu Feiyan.

King Chen stood in front of the window in a green dress, and the night breeze swept down from the plane tree that had lost all the dead leaves, bringing up the green silk that King Chen fell on his cheeks.

Murong Yue gently draped him in a pearl dark purple makeup satin fox armpit, and then gently surrounded his body, which was thinner and thinner than when he was in the Beichen Dynasty, and said softly: "Beichen Xing, don't be too sad, the current situation is much better than what we expected in the future!" If you really can't get that talisman, with those good men of the Beichen Dynasty, why worry about not being able to fight against less than half of the soldiers and horses of the Nalan Dynasty? ”

King Chen embraced Murong Yue's soft delicate body into the armpit of the pearl dark purple makeup satin fox, warmed Murong Yue with his body temperature, sighed lightly and said: "When I first came, I didn't expect that behind this Wang Ping'er, there was actually the existence of the Mystery Throne, the background of the Mystery Clan is too fearful, if Wang Ping'er relies on this, she has reached a consensus with the Dongli Kingdom, and wants to dominate the Nalan Dynasty alone, once the Nalan Dynasty falls under her control, with her supreme ambition, she will definitely not let the Beichen Dynasty continue to sit big." At that time, I am afraid that the Beichen Dynasty will fall into chaos again! ”

"If that's the case, then we'll find an opportunity to lure that Wang Ping'er out of Kunning Palace, and then get rid of her!" A hint of coldness flashed in Murong Yue's eyes, she was not a soft-hearted person, compared to the people she cared about, and the hundred years of stability in the Star Moon Continent, let her deal with a person with bloody hands, Murong Yue would not have the slightest kindness in her heart.

How could King Chen not understand what Murong Yue meant, it's just that if he didn't have a way to do it, he would never want to use that method, but if he missed this good opportunity, he was afraid that he would ......

After a moment of silence, he finally spoke: "If this is the case, then we will be like this......"

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In the Kunning Palace, Wang Ping'er sat in front of the tea table in a crescent white hanging flower palace brocade robe, calmly boiling a pot of drizzle hair peaks on the top of the cloudy mountain, and the light but long-lasting fragrance of tea accompanied by the curling mist lingered beside Wang Ping'er.

Wang Ping'er's delicate and delicate face, against the backdrop of a crescent moon, is as elegant and quiet as a girl in the boudoir. Lost the supreme momentum of the phoenix robe, Wang Ping'er at this time was as soft as the lily after the rain, so that people couldn't help but stop to watch it quietly when they saw it.

Wang Ping'er is not the kind of glamorous woman who is amazed at the first sight, but the kind of woman who can find her different styles and different charms every time you look at it, just like a mountain that has been shrouded in mist for many years.

Zi Xinhao sat quietly opposite Wang Ping'er, looking at Wang Ping'er's elegant and noble every move when he was making tea, for Zi Xinhao, this moment was his happiest time.

Wang Ping'er's hand and foot are all the most beautiful scenery and the most important pictures to keep. 13605551

Such a woman, but she has been monopolized by Nalan Bo's old thing for twenty years, this will be the eternal pain in his Zi Xinhao's heart, but he can't say the pain of partial birth, not even a trace of it.

"How about you taste the heat of this tea?" Wang Ping'er's jade-like fingers sat on a cup of tea before boiling it was put in front of Zi Xinhao, and the green tea was reflected against Wang Ping'er's snow-white jade fingers, which was so pleasing to the eye.

Zi Xinhao will resist the urge to touch it, maintain the eternal demeanor in front of Wang Ping'er, turn his gaze back to Wang Ping'er's face, and say with a smile: "Ping'er's tea is the most delicious in the world, picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely seeing Nanshan, if Ping'er can cook tea for Xin Hao for a lifetime in the mountain building where you can see the most beautiful sunrise and sunset every day, then even if I hold this crescent moon continent in front of me, I don't care about it!" ”

Wang Ping'er smiled softly when she heard this, picked up the teacup in front of her, and sipped it slightly, but her eyes fell on the corner of the eaves that were faintly visible outside the window, and the five-clawed golden dragon pattern on the eaves was still so clear that people couldn't ignore it.

After a while, Wang Ping'er said softly: "If you retreat to the small building in the mountains, where did you get this drizzle peak?" The purple throne didn't understand, but the name of this drizzle was to let the twelve-year-old beautiful girl puff her red lips before she had not even touched a trace of rain, and let the girl who picked it dry and seal it with the temperature of her chest without the hands of others. And the day of tea is the time when the tea girl dies. It is because the maiden has to bathe and fast three days before picking tea, and she must not eat any food except drinking a little mountain dew, so that she can maintain the purest body to make tea. This tea is made by absorbing the essence of the girl all the time. Just this pot of tea, there are ten girls who have lost their lives, Purple Throne, you say, how can this tea not be delicious? ”

When Wang Ping'er said the last sentence, there was a hint of ridicule in her eyes, I don't know if she was ridiculing Zi Xinhao's words, or ridiculing the hardships of this tea, or ...... is ridiculing himself that even if it is a pot of tea, it will be stained with bright red blood......

After hearing Wang Ping'er's words, Zi Xinhao's eyebrows were motionless, maintaining the noble demeanor of holding a teacup in his hand and smiling indifferently: "These ordinary people, when they die, they die, and it is also their blessing to be able to make the tea they love for Ping'er to relieve Ping'er's thirst." ”

"Blessings?" Wang Ping'er smiled coldly, and gently took a sip of the ethereal but long-lasting drizzle of Mao Feng, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was so deep: "There are so many things to quench your thirst, the well water in the well, the rain on the ground, and even ...... It's the scraps of pig food, or even the blood of rats in a broken house, that can quench your thirst, so why bother! It's just the spiritual and physical enjoyment that the human heart pursues as much as it can after the power swells! ”

Thinking that at the beginning, the bullied concubine could even do something to snatch food from dogs, what else could not be eaten, how could she spend the lives of tens of thousands of girls every year so much to make tea weighing less than a pound for herself, and achieve her reputation as a favored harem of Wang Ping'er? V5qn。

In the past few decades, Nalambo has been acting, and she Wang Ping'er is watching the play, and later, the people who watch the play have become acting, and the people who are acting can't even understand the play......

Otherwise, how could it be......

Zi Xinhao seemed to be unable to continue this topic, slowly put down the teacup in his hand, and said, "Ping'er, you really don't want to go with me?" I can't understand what's the reason why you're insisting on staying here? If it's for this monstrous wealth, I can give it to you, if it's for this supreme honor, I can also give it to you, if it's for Nalan Ye, I can even take him with me, why are you unwilling to leave? ”

Speaking of the worst, Zi Xinhao's eyes darkened, and he said with a little apprehension: "Ping'er, don't tell me, you are actually for Nalambo...... old thing."

Hearing Zi Xinhao's last words, Wang Ping'er's fingers holding the white jade teacup suddenly tightened, although the movements were extremely subtle, they were still keenly noticed by Zi Xinhao!

Zi Xinhao's face changed suddenly, he stood up in disbelief, looked at Wang Ping'er imposingly and said: "You are actually for him, Ping'er, you are really for Nalambo, he has treated you like this, you still want to stay here for him, do you know that more than 300 people in your Wang family have been exterminated by his order, you ......"

Zi Xinhao only felt as if his heart had been pierced by ten thousand swords, he couldn't believe it, he thought in his heart, the woman he loved the most had already fallen in love with another man, even if this man was her husband, but how could she treat him like this?

Didn't she stay because of her status as a queen? Didn't she reject herself because of her son? Why is it ......

"So what? What do those people of the Wang family have to do with me? Wang Ping'er smiled coldly, with absolute coldness in her bright eyes, as if the more than 300 people in the Wang family she said were just a group of strangers she had never met!

No! Maybe if it was a stranger who had never met, she Wang Ping'er might still sigh, but if it was a member of the Wang family, she Wang Ping'er would have nothing but sneer, and she would have cruel pleasure left!

What about the blood relationship, they were able to treat her like that and do that kind of thing in the first place, and now, why should she be sad about their deaths?

She didn't look up and smile, she didn't rejoice, it was already extremely rare, how could she expect that she would blame Nalambo for those beasts with human faces and beasts?

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Shi Yue Qingxia. It's a chapter today, I took a baby for a day, and my son didn't want anyone else at night, helpless! Good night everyone!