Fang Shi kicked his legs, stomped on the ground, and his eyes became blood-red, "A lowly seed, I can't even say it now......"

Suddenly, there was a sudden sound of gold in the air.

I don't know when it started, but the outside of Jingfu has been surrounded by the Black Xiao Legion stationed in the border city.

Outside the two thousand black Xiao troops in the Jingfu, the deputy general headed by him, dressed in plain clothes and iron armor, looked cold, and strode into the main garden.

"The last general Lu Zou", "the last general Wei Qing".

"I am here to welcome the prince back to Cheng'an Palace." The two bowed to the man in a wooden wheelchair in the main room.

Jing Mohuai bowed his head.

Sudden change!

Fang's face was surprised, and then a deep fear appeared in his eyes, King Cheng'an?

Is it the only king of the opposite sex who is regarded as Dasheng? Is it the King of Cheng'an who holds 50,000 black Xiao troops?

She only said that Jing Mohuai's mother stole the man, but she didn't expect that the wild man she always thought was the king of the opposite sex of the Dasheng Dynasty.

Brother Huai turned out to be the son of King Dasheng Cheng'an?

Yao Xue was stunned, came back to her senses, and was shocked by such news, she didn't expect that the identity of the person she wanted to climb with all her might be so respected.

She begged him with all her heart, even if there was no merit. In Yao Xue's opinion, the reason why Jing Mohuai is willing to stay in Jingfu for so many years must be because of Master Jing's upbringing. As long as Master Jing gives him a step down, the two of them will definitely be able to rebuild themselves.

At that time, she will be one of the heroes.

"Master, you have the grace of nurturing Brother Huai, Brother Huai is too late to be filial to you, and it will be of great benefit to you in the future in Jingfu, why don't you rebuild with Brother Huai?"

Master Jing's face twitched at the moment, and his temples jumped suddenly, all of this came too suddenly, so he couldn't resist it at all.

He hated to slap himself in the face to see if he was in a dream.

It's ridiculous that Yao Xue still thinks that he can reconcile with that evil son, and he should hate to peel himself with cramps at this moment.

"If there is any more disrespect, cut your throat." Seeing that Yao Xue kicked her nose and face, she actually wanted to go over and pull the sleeves of the master.

Ersheng couldn't get used to this woman's set, and pulled out his sword and crossed Yao Xue's neck.

"I saw blood in front of my son, but it was a sin."

There was a glimmer of light at the door, and the woman, with beautiful eyes, described as noble and ethereal, and dazzling in beauty. Yao Sideburns swaying, this is a truly beautiful beauty to the bones. Diantou Zhu Cui is just to add brilliance, because this woman is too dazzling, and her beauty is soul-stirring.

The first voice was already seductive, and she hadn't seen her make any moves, and the next moment, Yao Xue, who had wanted to persuade Master Jing before, had already fainted in front of everyone.

Seeing this change, Lu Zou and Wei Qing couldn't help but be stunned, "Fanyin Ji? ”

Rong Fan bowed slightly, the posture of Luoshen, Fang Tao Li. Yao Xue's posture, compared to it, is just a pheasant compared to a phoenix, and he can't help himself.

Rong Fanlian moved lightly, slightly blessed, "Rong Fan welcomes his son back to Beijing." ”

She smiled slightly, waved her hand to let people in, and took Mrs. Jing down, the old lady was so frightened by this scene that she couldn't even close her mouth tightly.

When the old lady Jing was taken away, Rong Fan smiled and walked in front of the Fang clan, who was completely stunned by the scene in front of him.

"Now, it's your turn." It's obviously ethereal, as if it weren't for the dust, but the meaning of the words is bloody and thick.

Fang stepped back.

"Since you teamed up with this mad old man to kill Childe's mother, then pay her life."

She said it lightly, as if talking about poetry and classics, and her temperament was noble.

Fang Shi trembled, how could she know that the incident back then would be related to herself?

Rong Fan got closer and closer, Fang kept retreating, bumped into the chair behind him, sat down, and swallowed saliva, "Don't come here." ”

She seemed to have just figured it out, and crawled in the direction of Master Jing, "Master, save me, save me......"

Rong Fan sneered.

Before the Fang clan could react, his eyes suddenly widened, and everyone looked at it again, and there was already a blood line between the Fang clan's neck. Thin beads of blood slowly seeped out, and the scars gradually became terrifying.

The biological mother died in front of him, and Jingmi's entire heart and lungs were difficult to calm down.

"Mother's ......" Jing Mi lost his voice.

She didn't even have a chance to stop her, even if the Fang clan was extremely evil, she was also her own mother, how could she endure it?

She took a deep breath and looked at Rong Fan, her voice trembling, "Do you still have a royal law for doing this?" ”

"Wang Fa?" Rong Fansu put his hand on the kiss, and his laughing voice did not hide it at all, "Should you say that you are naïve or ridiculous?" The royal law you bring up is nothing but an excuse to cover up the sins of the wicked. ”

Rong Fanfu looked at Jing Mohuai again, "Childe, it's Rong Fan who has trespassed." Obviously with a frustrated tone, between the beautiful eyebrows, the expression is as usual.

Seeing that Fang's neck was already dripping with crimson blood, it was spread to the ground in just a moment.

The person next to his pillow died like this, and Master Jing couldn't calm down anymore, his eyes closed and opened, suppressing the violent beating of his heart, and he cautiously glanced at Liu Cheng at the door.

"Huai'er......" Master Jing's voice choked, he took a few steps forward, didn't care about the pickled dust on his body, and knelt down.

The originally rich face was already crying bitterly when it looked up again and again, revealing a little old state.

He never thought that the "son" he had always derided at, the evil obstacle he hated to kill and was quick to kill, would be the son of King Cheng'an of Dasheng and the son of King Cheng'an.

And he, who has always been used to being powerful, has to kneel in front of him and beg for forgiveness at this moment.

"Sir, you're stalling for time, aren't you? Are you still waiting for Butler Liu Cheng to bring someone to pick you up? Su Xin bowed his head respectfully, and then laughed.

"Do you really think that every time I go out of the house to do things for you, and your connections, let me separate from the young master, and do things for you have worked?"

Su Xin's words made Master Jing's scalp numb, it turned out that Su Xin looked innocent and childish, but it was also an appearance, remembering that he was deceived by this shaft again and again, and even let him follow Liu Cheng to learn to take charge of business. It's really luring the wolf into the house.

"You ......" Master Jing's chest rose and fell violently, and he was obviously angry.

Seeing this, Su Xin added fuel to the fire, and said to Master Jing: "Su Xin is just on the order of the young master to take care of the business on behalf of the master, but Su Xin is young, and since last month, he accidentally didn't pay attention to it, and the money and silver in this account are gone, how much silver can Butler Liu spend from the empty account book?" "Today's Jingfu is just an empty shelf.

"You ...... beast" Old Man Jing's eyes were about to split, but he was facing Jing Mohuai in a wheelchair.

"How good is that...... Master Jing is comfortable and accustomed to it. Jing Mohuai said lightly, the sarcasm outlined at the corners of his lips was cold.

The sun was extremely intense, but at the same time, he was smiling.

The Buddha plucked the flowers, and the leaves smiled.

is obviously a look of extreme compassion, it seems to be as gentle and elegant as in the past, but it seems to be very condescending.

As if sensing her gaze, Jing Mohuai looked at her, and the corners of his lips moved, "Ah Mo? ”

His voice sounded hoarse, but it was a little gorgeous because of the extremely low tactfulness. To Nanmo's ears, it seems to be unfamiliar, and it seems to be familiar.

What is familiar is the tone, the tenderness in the tone; What is strange is this person, what is true? What is Fake?

Nan Mo pressed Jing Mi, who was still trembling, stepped on the blood dripping on the ground without care, and took a few steps forward, "Jing Mohuai, tell me, what is true?" What is Fake? She said it very casually, but in her words she stubbornly wanted to ask him for an answer.

"Presumptuous, you are a maid, you dare to call the name of the son."

Rong Fan's face showed anger, and as soon as he spoke, he was surprised that his emotions were so up-and-down.

I don't know if it's because of that Ah Mo, or because of her title.

Su Xin, who had always been squeaky, was silent at this moment, looking at the two of them, his face was embarrassed.

Jing Mohuai suddenly stood up from Nanmu's wheelchair, stood up completely, looked at her calmly with delicate eyebrows and eyes, and said, "This is true, it was fake before that." ”

Master Jing on the ground was incredulous and muttered, "Impossible, impossible." ”

He clearly ...... He's obviously a paralyzed person, how can this be? Who cured him?

Looking at the eyes of the people around him as if they had seen a ghost, Nan Mo stared at his standing legs, looking at it, and felt bitterness coming from the root of his tongue. Where did she get the confidence to protect him?

sneered, not to mention stealing beams and changing pillars, even if it was stealing the sky and changing the day, what is impossible for the person in front of him? It's funny that I still asked him if it hurts?

Not once did she feel as ridiculous as she did today.

"The prince of Dasheng Cheng'an Mansion is such and such, so everything related to that paralyzed man before is fake." She said softly, as if to herself, and as if to him.

"Yes." His cold syllables are not shy about it.

Lo and behold, he is accustomed to expressing the most cruel truths in the most plain and simple way.

Jing Mohuai looked at her, his eyebrows were as noble as usual, and he almost said it in an extremely slow tone, but every word seemed to fall on Nan Mo's heart.

"Ah Mo, will you be willing to be the aurora that melts under the strong light?"

For a long time, I couldn't hear an answer.

In the end, Jing Mohuai smiled, not as indifferent as usual, but an extremely arbitrary, extremely indulgent smile.

Nan Mo also smiled, smiled and smiled, and then his face was cold, look! He seemed to understand her so well.

"Ah Mo, then you like me, what do you like about me."

He called him Ah Mo, as if he had pulled her into the darkness from eternity again and again, graceful and bewitching.

The man continued, "Is this the skin? "The self in his mouth is vulgar.

Jing Mohuai's expression returned to blandness, "There is just a trend of interests between people, I will give you the compensation you deserve, I will take you out of here, how about it?" ”

Nan Mo's heart suddenly gave birth to some sadness, the original sleeve red should also be because of this skin, right?

Sleeve Red didn't end up like that in order to climb into the master's bed, what that girl did was just Jing Mohuai's instructions.

Otherwise, how could he seek the powerless Jing Mohuai at the moment of dying?

What did he promise her?

Whatever it was, the girl's dream came to naught. Jing Mohuai is a cold and thin person, and in his eyes, he is just an eyesore.

Nan Mo chuckled, and he was the second sleeve red. But because this game of chess is about to end, he is willing to give himself a better choice than a sleeve red.

After figuring it out, she was relieved, Nan Mo looked up at her, "What about the gadgets I made for your fragrant flowers?" ”

He looked at her with a complicated expression, and said after a long time, "Lost it." ”