He had exhausted all his courage when he said this.

Fu Changliang's red lips pulled away a casual chuckle, "Oh? ”

"With her, you'll die, master."

This shadow guard, in fact, was not a shadow guard before, he was the third disciple of the lark master of the Hanqing Temple, Dulian. More than ten years ago, he almost died, but fortunately, he was rescued by Fu Changliang, and he has the life he has to live to this day.

"She is the king's life."

She is his life, and if she lives, he will live.

In the next moment, Fu Changliang's eyes were cold, and his peach blossom eyes were violent, "You, you are not qualified to point fingers at this king." ”

Under the black robe, violence was rampant, like the seeds of sin taking root and sprouting in an instant, and then reaching to the sky.

Du Lian lowered his head, his eyes were bitter, "My subordinates will do everything they can to change their lives for Miss Ming." ”

In fact, he had a secret that he had never told Fu Changliang.

Fu Changliang has good atmospheric luck, but on the edge of atmospheric luck, there is a cloud of fog that is eyeing him.

Maybe one day, that fog will completely engulf Fu Changliang......

If this secret is told to Fu Changliang, I am afraid that it will stimulate all the violent factors in his body.

Watanian also believes that there will not be such a day.

He turned his head and looked at the few lifeless people tied up in the dark prison, these five people, sent to the dark prison, will only end up like this.

The master doesn't need to get anything from them, and he doesn't take advantage of them.

Du Lian shook his head, he dutifully used what he learned to tell fortunes and boil medicines, and it would be fine, and it was not his turn to take care of other things.

The bright eyes were writing a diary while sorting out their thoughts.

Why did Fu Changliang know everything, and the entire Nian Dynasty didn't seem to be able to hide it from him.

Could it be that Fu Changliang is not Fu Changliang at all?

No, he can't be not.

The faint fragrance of tea on Fu Changliang's body has never changed. His temperament is also the same as she has seen in the past.

Mingyan shook his head, and before he knew it, he fell asleep directly on the table.

In the dead of night, the carved door quietly opened, and a figure suddenly broke into the room.

He only gently took the girl in his arms and sent her under the tent.

And the diary on the table also flicked gently.

After Fu Changliang put the person down, he took the diary away.

When he woke up the next day, he didn't realize that the diary had been taken away, after all, it was still on the table as it was.

A few days later, Fu Changliang was invited to attend the wedding banquet between Ming Anrou and the gentleman.

For this reason, Mingyan also deliberately read the diary a few more times, so as not to cause anything to happen to her at that time.

Although it shows that she has not become Princess Chen now, Fu Changliang seems to have treated her as a princess.

No, I went to the wedding banquet with bright eyes, and I dressed according to the standards of the princess.

At the wedding banquet, Mingyan saw the gentleman that Ming Anrou said in his mouth, his appearance was still a talent, his temperament was good, and he didn't even have the slightest temperament on his face.

Fu Changliang pinched her fingertips, bent down and leaned close to her ear and asked, "Is his wedding dress still good-looking?" ”

Mingyan only felt a warm breath spraying on his skin, and the whole person was about to be bad.

"It's beautiful, my embroidery must be better.".

Time is ticking, memories are fading. Mingyan forgot about Chu Yan, who regarded her as a rival in love, and also forgot about the fact that she was going to embroider the wedding robe by herself......