Hearing this, Jun Qing Pheasant was stunned, and in the next moment, the black in his eyes rolled violently, as if he was brewing some kind of storm.

"I know later, let's go down~" The light and ethereal voice made the person half-leaning on the side of the bed even weaker.

"No!"

Knowing that although his master's face was gentle, what he could say was undoubted, Liuhe Fu turned around and was about to bow his head and retreat, however, thinking of the fierce face and the cold words that spit out, he stood still again, and his eyes that were looking at the ground in a regular manner also looked at his master because of the support of his neck.

"Kimi~"

"Say!" The temperature on the belly is through the heater, but Jun Qing Pheasant still feels the pain of the knife into the bone invading him, and his body is cold, and the hand hidden under the quilt is dead to clasp the uneven pattern.

"That, Your Majesty said a word before leaving."

"Hmm~" Jun Qingpheasant just wanted to respond, but another burst of pain hit him, and he couldn't help but let out a muffled snort.

"Your Majesty!"

"None...... Anyway! Trembling and stopping Liuhe's movements, Jun Qingyan picked up the handkerchief in his hand and covered the forehead that was as white as wall powder, and soon, sweat wet it.

"What did Your Majesty say?" Jun Qingpheasant listened to his voice, and a touch of sarcasm slowly appeared in his eyes!

Warm and delicate? Scold!

Jun Qing Pheasant clenched his grip so that he could relax the veil slightly at this moment, and the darkness that was not easy to release was like returning to the place of origin at this moment, so far the flood was out of control, and the next moment it was beaten back to the original state, suppressed and restrained!

If it weren't for this palace! He really wanted to release himself at all costs.

Of course, this face is the color that disgusts him to the extreme, but he has the highest power.

In order to survive, for revenge, how can he, who has no rights at all, easily show his ugly side?

Even if Wen Run is a mask, he must always be carried with him, as long as he has no ability, he can only be so low, and he will never have the right to resist!

It's still a warm voice, and even if the pain is tormented to the bone, the face remains the same.

"Your Majesty said: Take care of it, she doesn't want to ruin the fun when the time comes!" I don't know when Liuhe, who had lowered his head, secretly looked at his master with the eyeballs that turned to the end of his eyes.

Seeing that Jun Qingpheasant's face had not changed in the slightest, he silently sighed for his master to adapt more and more to life in this palace, but it was difficult to hide his distress.

How high-spirited and wanton was his master before he entered the palace?

Even many women are not as good as them.

But what about when you get to this palace?

What else can you do but be locked up like a canary?

How can there be the original joy?

If it's really like this, it's just a sparrow, where, where do you know that this emperor is still a ......

As soon as he thought of this, the tears in Liuhe's eyes flashed faintly, and his delicate eyebrows and eyes seemed to fall into grief.

Jun Qingpheasant, who was trying his best to divert his attention from colic, sighed secretly in his heart when he saw the face of the servant next to him.

"What else?"

"Back to the king! When His Majesty left, he vaguely saw that the blood seemed to be stained on the dragon robe~" As he spoke, Liuhe seemed to see the scarlet and exposed corpses, and the horror in his eyes surfaced again when he didn't know it.

Hearing this, a trace of cracks finally appeared on Qingjun's cheeks, and Jun Qing's body leaning on the bed seemed to be completely drained, and there was a trace of sorrow between her warm eyebrows, like a beauty crying, although she had never seen tears.

"Let's go down~"

"No!" Hearing this, Liuhe, who had been trained to serve the Lord, hooked his head and retreated very softly.

And the black eyes covered by the black eyelashes were provoked at the moment when the delicate Yu Zi turned around, and the dark aura invaded in an instant, leaving only the mist in the eyes, blocking all the yin owls inside.

The moist tail of the eyes makes the flowers that should have withered more gorgeous, crimson and gorgeous, without a trace of gentleness and moisture.

The sound of the door closing with a 'crunch' made Jun Qing Pheasant completely retract his gaze, looking at the futon covered on his body with a color that only the main palace matches, and his pink lips slowly hooked, this blood color really looks like the person's stains.

The slender fingers stroked it and passed it gently, without a hint of mottleness.

At this moment, how could such a scene be as he thought before he died, everything was too late?

Silent and confused?

Laugh at~

This time, what do you do?

In this life, what kind of virtuous and virtuous lady are played?

Now that you've been given a new lease on life, do that stupid thing again?

Isn't this opportunity a wasted opportunity?

What he wants is that those who have bullied him are better off than dead!

And before that, all he had to do was to rely on that person's strength to get the right he wanted, the supreme right.

Lurking, hiding himself, is the only thing he can do at the moment!

Although he was reborn once, the timing of his return was at the beginning of the man's torture of him.

If your guess is correct, I'm afraid I've just endured an atrocity at this moment!

Hehe~

Fingers brushed over the blood-colored futon, and a corner of the wrist hidden under the silk bedgown was exposed.

I just want to make people sigh: it's really white and flawless.

However, the pink scar that appeared in the next moment made people stop talking and shine.

Looking at the faint traces, Jun Qing's face was still gentle, and his eyes were also calm.

But only he knows, only he knows how much he hates at this moment.

This time, it will never be as unbearable as in the previous life!

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Looking at the dark night, Yi Mengmeng, who had been sneaking around for a day, sighed, she had successfully built a character for another day!

Touching his hair that was vaguely damp, Yi Mengmeng waved his hand to let the crying bag go down.

The huge room instantly became his own, although lonely, Yi Mengmeng felt much freer.

Standing up and glancing at the huge dragon bed, Yi Mengmeng sighed at the emperor's cool crookedness, and ran to the light without looking back.

Just kidding, there is only one day left until the next court meeting, if she doesn't hurry up and struggle, something will go wrong, what can she do if something goes wrong?

Cold?

Yi Mengmeng shook her head: That's impossible to drop~

opened the book, took a look at the book by the light, chirped and chirped, and when the long legs moved, they became standard Erlang legs.

The leg resting on top swayed, and the uninhibited debauchery was immediately revealed, and the originally innate cold and hard face was a little more lightly picked.

Regarding this behavior, Yi Mengmeng said that she is a tyrant, a tyrant~

Since this tyrant doesn't like to play or anything, and pursues the supremacy of life, then what's the matter with being chic, besides, before she came, the image of this tyrant was not a stable character, and it was still unbearable.