"Childe. Ya * Wen * Yan * Love * First * Hair Please pay for it. "The guy from the flower shop is holding a tray. Above is a forged deed of sale of the Blue Moon. Liu's mother had just come out of the west side of the second floor. Seeing that Lan Mo was actually made up by another gold master. hurriedly stepped forward to explain. But I also saw Xiao Eleven, who was standing downstairs, watching the movement above coldly.

Yin Murong was slightly drunk. He held a claw bottle in one hand. Facing the blue dust on the balcony. Haruka toasted. Slowly took out the golden ticket from his arms.

"Lord Wang. You're drinking high. Liu's mother hurriedly stepped forward to stop her. She looked at the one that was already half-exposed in Yin Murong's palm. A dozen golden tickets. It's itchy to look at. The mouth is not right. "What woman does not look down upon King Ya. Just look at the last sick one. Back. The villain gave the prince another one. ”

The young man saw Liu's mother with angry eyes. Pushing Yin Murong and going to the house. And that little guy can only be under everyone's gaze. Don't dare to speak. He took the tray with the bounty and returned the way he came.

The seventh member of the Yin family has never missed the big drama. Watch the fire from the other side. It's his nature. I only heard his clear shout. "King Ya is here. Neither did he come down to have a drink with the brethren. ”

Yin Murong's originally dizzy head. instantly hit a layer of chicken blood. Only then did he look back in the direction of the first floor. Yin Muye lingers in the land of fireworks all year round. Needless to say. But. There was one standing next to him. How to never see someone. Count the quietly missing on the bamboo raft. This is the real meeting.

His curiosity is not heavy. It's just that Little Eleven appeared on an occasion that shouldn't have appeared. made Yin Murong's wine wake up for seven points immediately.

"Mu Ye. You come up. Yin Murong clearly threw his face at the eleventh brother. But he apparently ignored it. The other man who didn't turn his back. and the subordinate who had been standing behind the man.

"This. It's not right. Yin Muye only felt funny. The fifth brother is worthy of being the son of the lowest-grade water concubine. Even if his father rewarded him with a title. But he has nothing but a skin that inherits the Yin royal family. There's nothing remarkable about it. Fight hard. It's not as good as the fourth brother. Fight wit. Not as good as the sixth. Fight women. Of course, it is not as good as his seventh.

"What's wrong?" Yin Murong's voice was light. He unexpectedly had a sword at his waist. It's just that this sword is more like an ornament. At least in front of Eleven. didn't take his fifth brother in his eyes.

"You almost robbed the eleventh brother of the woman he fancied. Ya * Wen * Yan * Love * First * Fa refused to come down to apologize. What's wrong with that, you say? "Lao Qi Yin Muye's mother is Concubine Lan. Because it is a gap between the previous generation. It also made the two brothers not look at each other very much. The older generation of royal servants and maids all know. King Ya's mother, Jiang Shui, was once a descendant of Zilan Palace. How the emperor took the ginger water. Maybe I want to thank Concubine Lan, who has never been able to conceive a child. Of course. That's an afterword.

It's just that. Lan Mo stopped playing. When I put on that cloud-like hat again. She saw through the pale gray veil. A frivolous face. Yin Murong who jumped in front of him from the second floor. His hands were as unscrupulous as the first time. grabbed her waist in full view of everyone. And familiar words are spoken naturally. "How. Egami Farewell. It's back to the old place and back to the old business. ”

"King Ya, please respect yourself." Lan Mo only gently pushed away Yawang's hand that was on the veil. She reversed the wheel. Came out of a man's arms calmly. Stand in the corner of the platform. I have felt the silence of the hall. There are countless pairs of envious eyes looking at this. Including Miao Shan, who is silent in the background. The silk handkerchief in her hand was about to be torn by her.

"Self-respect. How to write these two words. You might as well tell me. Ya Wang's voice sounded ambiguously on the stage. Miao Shan heard it clearly. She was angry and wanted to step forward. is hesitating. She was hit the back of the head by a hand. And then. I couldn't hear anything.

"King Jah just needs to stay there. Just don't take a step closer. Lan Mo replied. She tried her best to show the reserved nature of a woman. Slow and logical. In fact, her heart has long been like an ant devouring her heart now. This is a place of right and wrong. Let's not talk about it. Those cold eyes. It never pulled away from her. It's the one who sits on the Taishi's chair. An older man who has been drinking tea silently. Lan Mo felt it. She is not only designed today. And it's designed to be dead. Even the wrong object.

"What if the king says no." King Ya didn't care about the eyes of his subordinates. He just jumped off the stage head-on. He didn't notice Yin Shiyi's side at all. There is also a figure of great importance.

Just listen to the audience. Suddenly, I remembered the crisp sound of metal falling into the utensils. The two men facing each other on the balcony looked down. I saw Qi Ruo beside Yin Muyou. Five hundred pieces of brilliant red gold were being poured down. Ruby red gold. On a jade-shaped tray. Shines with a dazzling sheen.

Not to mention that Liu's mother, who is greedy for money, was dumbfounded. It's the boy who wants to come and only pay the silver ticket. It is also evident that this huge amount of red gold. I was dazzled. The young man hurriedly handed the forged deed of sale to Yin Muyou. Very humble and half-kneeled on the ground. "Lord Wang. This is the girl's deed of sale. “

Lan Mo saw this. Take the opportunity to go down. Qi Ruo was about to step forward to greet him. I heard only a stabbing sound. Lan Mo was instantly dragged to his side by Yin Murong behind him. Because of excessive force. The fabric on the shoulder was torn instantly.

Lan Mo's face was gloomy. This is the clothes of the royal family. It's rotten after a bit of tugging. Don't wait for her to think about it. Eleven has come to the stage. stood in front of Lan Mo and Yin Murong who had a wicked smile on his face. His eyes showed an endless killing intent. Especially when I saw the bare fragrant shoulders of the blue end. The tenderness hidden under the killing intent. Unleashed.

Put a purple cloak on your body. Immediately draped on Lan Mo's body. It also covered a lewd claw that was placed on Lan Mo's shoulder.

"This woman. I've already bought it. also asked the fifth brother to let her go. Yin Muyoujian's eyebrows raised. He said politely. It's not a discussion. He's giving orders.

Yin Murong sits in the south and the north of the river. An annual feast of bamboo rafts. but it never fell on his head. Naturally, there will not be a lot of powerful people clinging to it. If Emperor Yin Feiwu still has any concerns about his fifth son. Then it must be the reason why Yin Murong has been smart and studious since he was a child. It's just that he has a soft heart. But it's not a material to be an emperor. Thereupon. Will be south of the empty river north. Give it to him. Actually, it's a good choice.

"Yes. Does she have your name on her? "King Ya was drunk. It's like a naughty child. He glanced at the eleventh brother. The hand holding Lan Mo did not let go at all. And Lan Mo was inconvenient to talk more at this time. She was very aware of it. This is not a conflict caused by two brothers competing for a woman. This contradiction must have been deeply rooted for a long time.

And Lan Mo's idea was confirmed. It is by the good deeds of Yin Lao Qi. out of the ghost idea to verify.

"The fifth brother is so much older than the eleventh brother. If it is rumored by the world to compete for the people's daughter. It must have been a joke. The king pondered. As. Let's have a competition. Who won. Whoever will take her home. How is it. Yin Muye was obviously not interested in Lan Mo's unplump figure. He came up with the idea. It's really not a good idea. But. There are people. I just like it.

"It's fine. Some people in the province say that this king bullies the small with the big. "The sword on King Ya's waist was suddenly unsheathed at this moment. He placed Lan Mo in a corner of the balcony. Said lightly. "Wait for the king here." After speaking. The tip of the sword pointed directly at Yin Muyou.

The atmosphere in the hall was even more tense than before. The people who were originally lingering in the beauty. They were all attracted by the sudden two murderous auras on the stage. Yin Muyou is not a person who talks a lot of nonsense. I saw him take the sword that Qi Ruo threw up. and Yin Murong, who couldn't wait for a long time, made a move.

Lan Mo stood in the corner. Silently counting the strange footwork of Yin Mu. He doesn't seem to be using all his strength. Lan Mo tilted his head. One hand holds your chin. Mused. It is Yin Murong who has sharp and resolute swordsmanship. It's a fight to the death. In fact, Lan Mo's heart is like a mirror. Once upon a time in the back of the Don. Often accompanied by the side of Dongfang Yu. She cleared the way for him at the same time. Naturally, it is understood between the princes. There is no bloody scramble for that layer.

Not to mention. There is a person at this time. Give a by-head. It's time to kill.

Yin Feiwu didn't say anything. He also looked at the two people on the stage who frequently made moves like a bystander. He shook his head slightly. He had already gotten up and turned to walk out the door.

"How do you want to go?" The subordinate on his side. Eyes clear. A pair of talking eyes. It looks like a little star in the sky. "I haven't seen enough."

"It won't be long. You can still see. Yin Feiwu touched the person's little head with pity. I saw that the man pouted slightly. But he didn't have the face of Emperor Bo. He was very obedient and followed the emperor to the outside.

Yin Muye didn't stop him. Bowed to the distant back very regularly. In his heart, he is also playing Xiao Jiujiu. It's still the eighth child who has won the emperor's father's thoughts. Sure enough, it's not a skin problem. It is only in his heart that he admires Ye is very useful.

If the eighth princess Yin Libai didn't have a five-point resemblance to the dead pear concubine. Presumably, the emperor's father will not value this daughter so much. I really don't forget to take her with me wherever I go. I really doubt that anyone will be able to accept this proud eighth sister in the future.

So to speak. That's always pretending to be a subordinate. Standing silently beside the Emperor. It's the eighth princess Yin Libai.

Of course, Lan Mo couldn't understand what Yin Laoqi was thinking. But the old man's intimacy with his subordinates. But he was also seen by Lan Mo as a penny. There are really a lot of secrets in Xishu. The man's style is good. It must be a wonder here. While secretly marveling. The two people in front of them had already fought into the sky.

I saw Yin Murong's sword moves like a howling wind. But Yin Muyou always avoided it lightly. He didn't seem to be a killer to this drunk and unreasonable fifth brother.

Thereupon. When sweating profusely. Yin Murong, who was already gasping slightly. When it stopped not far from Yin Muyou. He said. "You don't hide. It's a man. Don't hide. ”

Flutter. Laughter wafting from under the hat. made Yin Murong slightly embarrassed. All right. Eleventh brother. You forced my brother to make a big move.