Chapter 262: If One Day You Find Out
Nalan Promise fell into a miserable face, and his whole face was wrinkled into a meat bag, needless to say, how sad it was.
Got up from the ground, patted the dust on his robe, straightened his hair, straightened his posture, and walked to the empty seat opposite.
After the palace banquet, Beilin Wu ignored the officials from various countries, hugged Feng Yunyao and walked away slowly, the emperor stroked his forehead with one hand, his hair hurt, and looked at the eyes of the officials from various countries who were in a hurry to die, and he could only choose to ignore it: "The palace banquet has been dispersed, I will not accompany me more, if the officials from various countries want to stay, go with my palace maid" waved his sleeve robe and walked away.
"Your Majesty, can you arrange for the carefree high priest to meet with the courtiers?!" The shouts behind him resounded, and the emperor replied with a bright smile: "If the High Priest of Sanssoi wants to see you, I will arrange it, but if the High Priest of Sanssouci does not want to see you, if you disturb him, I will be embarrassed by then~" The voice gradually faded away.
"Hmph, they are two men with black bellies that can't be compared, black bellies or something, this son hates it the most!" Nalan promised to wave his white robe and disappeared in place.
The officials from all over the world couldn't help but be stunned, who hasn't heard of this Nalan Gongzi? If a person from the Hidden Tribe, if he is...... If you can hook up, wouldn't it be good for your own country?
Then a few summoners picked up the elements and chased after them, leaving only those vindictive officials who couldn't help but blush, originally, it was a good thing to come to this country to ask for some peace, but now it's good, the worry-free high priest saw it, but the problem is that they didn't have time to talk to him and he left, and the prince of Nalan, who could have also talked, but, they couldn't fly, two, and they didn't know where he flashed, three, even the emperor didn't bother to pay attention to them!
Hum......
Damn the country.,So arrogant dry wool.,It's just.,People seem to have arrogant capital.,What can this be.。。
"I'm x, unlucky" It wasn't until one of the ministers broke out a foul word, and then looked at his back that he was far away, and everyone went back silently.
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"Yaoyao? ......" didn't see any response.
"In vain? ......" still didn't see a response.
Beilin Wuwu sighed softly, hugged her tightly, and went down at night. Two figures that are close to each other, stretched out a long ......
Closing the door, Beilin Wuwu put her on the bed-couch, leaned down, face to face, nose to nose, that red and lovely appearance, so that Beilin Wuwu couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment.
"Yaoyao" was close to her ear, calling softly.
"Uh-huh......" murmured, as if in response to the call, Beilin was stunned, and looked up, the little man slept sweetly, and there was no phenomenon of waking up at all.
"Yaoyao, if one day you find out that you have done something sorry for you, will you forgive you?" After that, he smiled again, and then said: "That's it, sign a contract with Yaoyao for the teacher" Beilin turned over and walked slowly to the round table, Ruyu's hand stretched out, and picked up the paper and pen and ink that seemed to have been prepared on the table, as well as the red rouge.
Walking to the bed-couch, the sleeping woman, her long black hair flowing down, seemed to cover the whole bed-couch curtain.
Grabbed her hand, persistently, stroke by stroke, and then, took out her mother finger and his mother finger, two finger prints pressed down, Bei Lin Wu picked up the paper, warm eyes with the world unparalleled doting.
Quietly put the piece of paper into the cuff, then looked at Feng Yunyao, leaned over and pasted it, leaned down, and gently printed her lips with a kiss, lingering and compassionate, the hair of the two was tangled together, and there was no trace of blasphemy in his eyes......
"I'm afraid that the teacher is the saddest master, this is simply a fire-self-immolation......"