Dao Feifei suddenly rushed out, and he didn't care about the frightened Dao Miao Miao on the side, and chased after the wall.

"Hou, Master Hou, are you okay!" Ling Feng hurriedly stepped forward, only looking at his own Hou Ye's four-leaning and eight-forked landing posture, it was inevitable that he was a little indecent and couldn't bear to look at it directly. Fortunately, it is not the face that hits the ground first, otherwise it would be a little violent to live up to this good face.

"Don't hurry up and help the Hou Ye up!" Shangguan Linfeng sorted out his messy hair casually, only to feel that his waist was inevitably a little painful, and this fall really responded to the female monkey's thoughts, and he almost really fell to the ground.

"Where is the thief?" It's rare for the knife to fly so neatly with legs and feet, since the last time he was robbed in the yard, he has kept an eye on it, and this ladder hidden in the corner of the wall finally came in handy.

Dao Feifei originally wanted to scare this little thief with momentum, but he never thought that he would finally climb the wall, only caught a glimpse of the enchanting in red, and originally thought that the face of this dead eunuch was just casually mentioned, but he never thought that this thing was really a thief's heart and the ghost would not disperse!

It's just that he Sichen Hou Mo don't deceive people too much, not to mention that my dignified Protector General's Mansion is not that he wants to touch the corner of the wall, the lord of this county, how can the princess of Daling be the head of the face if he wants to, besides, he doesn't pee to see, I'm afraid that he is not as handsome and lovely as Lao Huang, and he still wants to be the head of the face, I'm bah, the little man in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion is about the same.

Dao Feifei didn't have time to climb down from the wall, so he saw a group of people hurrying towards him with torches, and then looked at the rockery, where was there still the shadow of Dao Miaomiao, not to mention that the brain was not very bright, this leg and foot were not ordinary, and he really underestimated her.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the dignified county lord climbs over the wall, and it is inevitable that it will be a little indecent to spread out, but fortunately, the red-clothed demon has gone away.

"Don't get out of here!" Dao Batian's facial features can't wait to be entangled in one place, if his eyes can kill, Dao Feifei may not know how many times he has died.

It is said that the daughter is the father's little lover, but his own father, no matter how you look at it, you can't see the slightest bit of father-daughter affection. It's not as gentle and considerate as treating Yu Yao's poisonous woman.

Dao Feifei tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled, and climbed down the ladder in a nutshell.

"Daughter greets father!" It's rare for Dao Feifei to respectfully see a salute, as the so-called reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, scolding me, you can't open your mouth, and you can't do it when you hit me. Just looking at the pork liver color on his father's face, if he doesn't give an explanation today, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to get rid of.

"Today's sun is shining, tonight's moon is bright and the stars are scarce, so good flowers, good moons and good nights, how can you not chant a poem, ah! When is Mingyue, ask Qingtian for wine...... "If you don't run at this time, when will you wait, Dao Feifei took advantage of Dao Batian's inattention and was about to slip away."

"It hurts, it hurts!" Is it his biological father, do you dare to work harder? Ears are going to be plucked out.

"Come on, put the young lady in the ancestral hall, and you will not be allowed to enter or leave for three days." Dao Batian angrily shook his sleeves and was about to leave, and couldn't help but look back at his unconscious daughter, I don't know the etiquette and shame, the private meeting with the foreign man has been arrested and is still full of nonsense, and there is no remorse at all, all blame me for the fact that the Dao Batian Sect has no way, if this is passed to the East Palace, how can it be repaid?

Anyone who is locked up and confined will not feel so good, but seeing his daughter's happy appearance, as if she was punished not in the ancestral hall, but in the bliss of the family, she strode forward in a meteoric manner, what kind of system.

"Miss, it's all because Ling'er didn't stay with Miss, if Ling'er is here, maybe she can help Miss say a word!"

Dao Feifei only looked at Ling'er pouting and looking aggrieved, she was just punished into the ancestral hall and thought about it behind closed doors, not on the guillotine, where did she feel so guilty, and even if Ling'er was there, not to mention that she was just a girl who spoke lightly, and there was no excuse for the crime she wanted to add, her cheap father, I was afraid that she had already seen that she was unhappy!

Dao Feifei casually pulled a few futons, tossing for so long, not to mention that he was really tired. I never thought that after actually lying on the futon, I couldn't sleep. When I think about it, I think there's something wrong.

I just have the kung fu to climb over the wall, how can my unlucky father come over so timely, if the red-clothed demon has no legs and feet, it is not good to really catch a traitor in pairs. Dao Feifei only looked at Ling'er, who was standing aside and dozing off.

"Ling'er, how can my father be so coincidental and come so timely?" Dao Feifei just casually asked, how could Ling'er know what he couldn't figure out.

Ling'er finished another snort, and looked at her young lady weakly.

"It's not that the second lady ran to the general and said......" Ling'er was really a little speechless.

Dao Feifei only looked at Ling'er like this, naturally it was not a good word, after a threatening look, Ling'er lowered his head slightly, and his cheeks were obviously a little shy and timid.

"Second Miss She said, she said Miss went to steal men!"

The knife flew up from the futon, just like a corpse.

"Dao Miao, you little bastard......"

The Imperial Study

Emperor Shengling looked at the excerpts full of the floods in the south of the Yangtze River, and obviously had a headache.

"Your Majesty, the ginseng soup sent by the queen." Hua Lian carefully carried the ginseng soup to the Holy Tomb Emperor.

"Let's put that there first!" Emperor Shengling threw the fold aside, and when he got up, he realized that it was this hour.

"Has there been any movement in the Zhongyi Marquis Mansion recently?" Emperor Shengling picked up the ginseng soup and glanced at Hua Lian casually, the big and small things in this palace, even a few new consumption cubs in the mouse hole did not know what the chief manager did not know.

"The servant returned to the emperor, the Marquis of Zhongyi recently entered the palace once, and he only sent someone to greet the queen, which is not inappropriate." Hua Lian kept her head down carefully, and only watched the Holy Tomb Emperor finish drinking the ginseng soup in his hand before carefully taking the soup bowl.

"The Marquis of Zhongyi is a man who understands current affairs. It's just that Qi Wenyuan is really a bit hateful! The Emperor of the Holy Tomb raised his hand casually, and only scattered a stack of music all over the ground.

"One or two, they're all forcing me!"

Hua Lian hurriedly knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor still has to take care of the dragon's body!"

Emperor Shengling slowed down for a while, and his expression finally improved a little.

"After the dispersal of the dynasty tomorrow, the Marquis of Chuan Zhongyi will meet in the imperial study." Could it be that it was me, and I didn't dare to touch him.

Wenning Palace

"Has the emperor drunk the ginseng soup?" Qi Zui was faintly uneasy, and the handkerchief in his hand kept clenching.

"The slave and maid watched the emperor drink all the ginseng soup." The maid replied carefully.

Qi Zui was finally able to calm down a little, and his father didn't know what was going on.

The Mansion of the Marquis of Zhongyi

"Father, what should the child do, and ask the father to make the decision for the child!" Qi Wenyuan was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and since the incident of fighting the floods in the south of the Yangtze River was poked out, his heart was not at peace for a moment.

"Rebel son, now that I remember to be the master of your father's decision for you, why did you go earlier? My family is full of loyalty, how come you are such a bold beast! After all, it is his own flesh and blood, although Qi Yang has cruel words on his mouth, how can he really not care in his heart. Something happened to his son, Lao Tzu was only more anxious than him, but he was in a hurry to go to the doctor, not a way, and now he can speak for his son, and there are only a few people.

"Father, tomorrow I will go into the palace to beg my aunt, my aunt loves Yuan'er the most on weekdays, and she will say a few good words for Yuan'er, and when the wind blows on the pillow, the emperor will naturally be difficult to pursue......" Before Qi Wenyuan finished speaking, Qi Yang came up with a slap.

"Rebel, I still don't know how to repent at all, go and ask the queen, now that something has happened to you, I'm most anxious to clear up the relationship with our Zhongyi Marquis Mansion is just her! You've got a pig brain. On that day, a slap from his father Qi Chuhuan made Qi Yang have to sober up, it is better to ask for others than for himself, and now he has to rely on himself. in order to find a way out for Yuan'er.

A fierce light floated in Qi Yang's eyes, since the household servant didn't know how to lift, he just found someone to do him.

Chengwangfu

Yun Cheng only looked at a pair of danqing on the shore, although it could be regarded as drawing the charm of that person, but he felt that it was a little less meaningful. Obviously so close at your fingertips, that ruthless guy, I don't know if he intentionally sent this pair of danqing, which provoked this king to see things and think about people for no reason.

"Lord Qiqi." The secret guard didn't mean to disturb King Cheng's interest, but the matter was urgent and had to be reported in time.

"What's the matter, there's a fart." Only then did Yun Cheng reluctantly remove his hand from the eyebrows and eyes of the person in the painting. The corners of his mouth that were slightly raised quickly retracted, and the report of the three watches in the middle of the night was naturally not a good thing.

The secret guard only told Yun Cheng all the news he knew, only to see that Yun Cheng's handsome face was instantly covered with dark clouds, and a pair of slender apricot eyes were full of cruelty, and he slammed his fist on the shore. Coincidentally, it happened to hit the danqing.

"Presumptuous, whoever gives him dog guts, the people of this king dare to move!"

The cronies on the side only looked at Danqing, who was smashed by this punch, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads. I don't know if the person in the prince's mouth has this dog guts, but now this danqing has been completely destroyed, and I am afraid that it is the prince and the person in the painting who are not easy to explain.

Yun Cheng was also angry, but he never thought that he Qi Yang would dare to think about that person, he was stubborn, and he sent people to protect him secretly many times, but he was sent back. Now the enemy is in the dark, and he is in the light, and he wants this king to be at ease. A sour Confucian scholar who has no power to restrain chickens, but his temper is quite big.

"Lord Wang, do you want a slave to find a painter to copy a copy of this painting overnight." The cronies cautiously stepped forward to ask questions.

Yun Cheng lowered his head and carefully put away his fist, ignoring the redness and obvious stinging pain at the joints, his eyes were just staring at the shattered scroll. He Yuncheng is above 10,000 people under him, King Daling Cheng, who has been cynical and debauched since he was a child, who has he been afraid of.

"Don't go yet!" It's just that I, Yun Cheng, just planted a heel in his hands, but I was willing to do it.

After the dispersal of the dynasty the next day, the loyal Marquis Qi Chuhuan was preparing to go to the Prime Minister's Mansion, giving up his old face, and running to intercede for the unscrupulous descendants, never wanting to be suddenly stopped by Hua Lian.

"Master Hou, slow down, the emperor is invited!"

Qi Chuhuan followed closely with anxiety, knowing that sooner or later there would be such a catastrophe, whether it was a blessing or a curse, and it was a disaster that could not be avoided. Naturally, he has already seen through life and death, but he is still young after all, if he really folds into it, my Zhongyi Marquis Mansion will really have no successor.

The Imperial Study

"Old minister Qi Chuhuan meets the emperor!" Qi Chuhuan respectfully greeted him, if it was usual, the emperor would naturally come forward to help people up and say a word of exemption. Only this time, Qi Chuhuan knelt on the ground for a long time, and he didn't see any movement from the emperor. I can't help but feel uneasy. In a moment of distraction, a stack of folds smashed hard against the top of his head.

"Look at the good grandsons you have taught by the Marquis of Zhongyi, what good things they have done!"

Qi Chuhuan carefully picked up the folds one by one and placed them neatly aside. There were three knocks on the spot.

"Damn it!" Qi Chuhuan didn't need to look at it, he knew what was written on those folds. I'm afraid I can't escape this catastrophe anymore.

"Oh? The Marquis of Zhongyi might as well talk to me, how should you die? ”