Sitting on the dragon chair that was carefully polished by the craftsman, he waited for the arrival of outsiders in the hall very comfortably.

"My sister has seen Your Majesty." It's still a familiar formula, it's still a familiar gentle tone, and the person's handsome and elegant appearance hasn't changed at all.

However, for some reason, Yi Mengmeng heard a hint of grievance from it, as if she had been bullied into a little pity, and then came to find her boss father for comfort and revenge.

Don't ask where Yi Mengmeng heard it.

The intimate words of 'sister minister' have come out, you say that this girl doesn't count AC, who believes it!

However, the 'Majesty' in the back has opened up the intimacy she can create to a certain extent, and it seems not so good.

But Yi Mengmeng, who had already heard the meaning of this King Yi's words, said: ...... Hehe~

Therefore, as the emperor who has always set up the most important tyrant character in the heart of his courtier, who has always kept his warmer sister very secret, what kind of comfort model should he make so as not to collapse his personality, Yi Mengmeng thought, this is a serious and extremely serious choice.

Thereupon~

"The royal sister doesn't have to be polite, today's matter will be like this first, you go back first, I have my own decision!"

The dripping water was not stained, the grain of rice was not eaten, and a certain prince who had waited for a morning but only waited for a sentence heard this, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

I was about to say something, but when I saw that the audience was already looking like 'I want to work, the watch bothers me', she couldn't spit out the words in her throat.

shook the fine flesh of the palm, knowing how the people on the throne usually looked cold-hearted and cold-hearted, it was not easy to say these words.

Therefore, no matter how unwilling you are, you will not be able to speak again.

can only endure the storm of inner abuse, and respond in a low and respectful manner.

So, not long after the handsome figure turned around, the emperor who was buried in the scroll in his hand secretly revealed two dark eyes, and the figure that was obviously unwilling to be surrounded made the deep eyes as ink stained with a few fine grains of light.

Tyrant, she's ~

What is the premise of a tyrant?

Uncertain weather is the first thing to want.

So, what about a straightforward sentence and a slap back?

You don't need to worry about spicy stuff at all.

Yi Mengmeng, who was in a very good mood, crossed Erlang's legs in his mind: "Slightly, my character is good!" 'So, praise me, praise me, praise me, praise me~

[Host, you still have eleven hours to carry out the mission, and three hours during the mission period, thank you for your cooperation]

"Slightly, no, I said that you are too incomprehensible, I let you'praise me, what are you doing~?

It's a pity that Yi Mengmeng didn't have time to say the latter words, and was swallowed back by the psychological shadow left by this morning's incident.

In an instant, the deflated Sanyi Meng Meng was online again.

"Yes, yes, you're right, I'm going to work, I'm going~'

A certain system, which was about to ask what the word 'incomprehensible' meant here, looked at the smoke and dust that was kicked up by someone's feet, pulled the corners of his mouth that didn't exist, and decided to enter a semi-dormant state in the next moment.

This host, the drama spirit didn't run away.

The big chair under the buttocks had not yet been warmed, Yi Mengmeng put down the roll in his hand with a soft snap, and then looked at the empty hall and stood up helplessly, took a step that implied that he was tired, and walked out of the palace again.

As for that crying bag?

Hehe, Yi Mengmeng said, forget it, let her rest, it's better to rest after running up and down with her for so many days.

As for the tyrant temperament that he was afraid of not appearing for a long time, he frightened Xiaobao, who had finally thrived, and there was no way to let her take a vacation.

Yi Mengmeng pointed her finger and clicked on a slightly pleasing person, asking her to lead her to Fengqi Palace.

Why not use physicosis?

Hehehe, she's not Erha, she can't wake up a system that deliberately pretends to be dead.

Yi Xixi, who paced out of the palace gate, looked at the red lacquered high door that was gradually closing in front of him, and the yin owl in his eyes was finally not restrained by the master, and was completely exposed to the air.

A woman with the appearance of an entourage stepped forward respectfully, her eyes did not show any surprise, obviously she was not surprised by the sudden appearance of her master, but she whispered according to her previous appearance: "Wang Palace." ”

"Let's go back!"

Hearing the maid's reminder, Yi Mengmeng's fingers touched her eyelids, her movements were slight, and the next moment she was filled with gentleness, and there was no trace of yin owl.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty's ......"

"Why are you so flustered?" Jun Qing, who knew Liuhe's temperament, put down the flower scissors that pruned the branches and leaves in his hand, and raised his brows, his expression was obviously disapproving of Liuhe's behavior at the moment.

Seeing his own gentleman's frowning brows, Liuhe, who had just stopped his steps, shrank his neck, took two deep breaths, and stabilized his chaotic breath before he spoke very quickly.

"I was just drying the rose petals outside, but I saw two figures coming here from a distance, and when I looked at it, it was His Majesty who came!"

"You're coming straight back? That ......" Hearing Liuhe's narration, Jun Qingpheasant's calm heart suddenly chuckled, and the hand that had just put down the flower scissors was slightly together, and uneasiness gradually surfaced in his heart.

"Uh~" Hearing this, Liuhe was stunned for a moment, and the next moment he understood what his lord meant, and hurriedly waved his hand.

"The son is far away, and there is something to cover it, and people outside can't see it, so I rushed to report to you." Prepares you in advance.

Liuhe couldn't say the next words, because his family's face had become pale at the moment, and it didn't seem to make sense to say it again.

"Jun Shang ......" Liuhe looked at his own Jun Shang kept walking around, the tension in his heart became more and more serious, and he shouted softly, but found that his Jun Shang seemed to be stunned, he couldn't wake up, and he was still pacing back and forth.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Liuhe went deep with one hand, pulled Jun Qingfei, who was about to step forward, and stopped his movements.

Jun Qing, who was being pulled, suddenly paused, and his blurred eyes gradually became clearer.

But the bloody scenes of the past seemed to still be in front of him, lingering, making him want to curl up in order to seek a moment of security.

He was not afraid to meet the emperor, and the moment he opened his eyes again, he had already decided that he must make the emperor pay the price with his own hands in this life.

So the moment he decided to meet the emperor, he went in a different direction from his previous life.

The result is indeed good, he, Anshun went, and indeed came back intact.

So he thought he had taken the first step towards the light.

However, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, just hearing that the emperor was about to arrive at him, I was completely panicked, and the defense line that had been built up with great difficulty in the past few days was completely defeated.

The endless darkness, the whips coming from all directions, the endless blood, the pleading and indifferent emperor, everything reappeared in front of me, the clearest scene.

Jun Qingpheasant found for the first time that those painful memories had never faded, but they were just hidden in the depths of his mind, and when he opened them again, he was still clearly heartbreaking.