in the Royal Palace.

Yi Ci waved away from the palace people, and walked into the inner hall by himself, the inner hall was empty, and the precious rare wood was made into a rare utensil in the world, and the rare treasures were placed in the hall.

Yi Ci glanced at the man who was following her diagonally, his appearance was beautiful, his temperament was noble and indifferent, like a bamboo and a cedar, and his tattered clothes were put on him, but he was more like a person who had entered the world.

Yici sighed in his heart, and insinuated that he was sanctimonious.

"I heard that Song Gongzi is a great talent, why do you want to enter my harem and lose your talent in your life?" Yi Ci sat on the soft couch, raised his eyes, and raised his voice lazily, which meant to interrogate, "Could it be that Song Gongzi is a person who has no ambition and climbs the flames?" ”

Song Qianjue was not ashamed, but took a step forward, lowered his body, and lowered it again, until the whole person half-knelt in front of Yi Ci, raised his head, and a pair of phoenix eyes were sparkling and pure, as if all the filth in the world could not enter his eyes.

Yici paused, and raised his hand lightly.

"I remember, I want you not to do evil."

The voice is soft.

There is no expression on his face.

The tone of the statement was displeased.

"It's just about surviving." Song Qianjue raised his head, his dark and pure eyes were like puppies, as if he had bet all his trust on his master, "Moreover, I didn't do those things, I am Song Qianjue, a beggar who is favored by His Majesty." ”

"Yes."

Yici's voice couldn't hear joy or anger.

"Why do you want to come back?"

Yici did not delve into the so-called evil, when Yuan Huaili was still alive, he secretly did a lot of things that disturbed the world, on the one hand, he destroyed the great conformity to the will of heaven, and on the other hand, he did not want the great dry to perish for selfish desires, so he targeted the seventeen countries of Jiuzhou together.

On the surface, he pretended to be a noble son with a clear breeze and a moon.

Crazy and stupid.

was chopped to death by the Heavenly Dao, and he deserved it.

Yici looked at Song Qianjue carefully, and secretly sighed in her heart: pretending to be exactly the same.

She thought she wouldn't see him again in this world.

She was really angry by the system's words, she didn't exist for the little protector, which is why she knew that this world was difficult, and even if she stayed and got nothing, she insisted on staying.

Yici's fingers picked up Song Qianjue's chin, and her eyes were shining, "When will you die?" ”

"Your Highness doesn't want me to serve you?"

Song Qianjue clenched his right hand into a fist and placed it on his left chest, his dark eyes were like glass, as if the person in front of him had given him all the light.

"What did my brother do to you?"

Yici heard Si Qiao say that her brother beat up the little protector and threw it into the small world, but she didn't expect that the little protector risked her clone and returned to this world.

But—

Yi Ci's eyes were slightly cold, the little protector was going to come back with an adventurous clone, what kind of calculation did he make, or did he want to break her brother through her?

"Just a bit of a discussion." Song Qian's voice was aggrieved, "I'm not good at martial arts......"

Yici: "......"

This is not a matter of not being proficient in martial arts, but a demon who has cultivated for a hundred years, how can he defeat the demon venerable who has dominated the demon world for more than 10,000 years?

There is no comparison at all.

Song Qianjue raised his eyes, and the disgust in Yici's eyes was naked and exposed, without a trace of concealment.

“……”

He was forced to peel off by the ontology and came to this world just to listen to her.

The ontological obsession is too heavy.

The waves and clouds are treacherous, and the imperial power rises and falls.

"The prince has been wronged this time, and my concubine specially sent someone to send some supplements so that you can suppress the shock." The big palace maid beside Yuan Linglong smiled lightly and generously, and there were more than a dozen big mahogany boxes behind her, "My concubine said that Your Majesty humiliated the world for two untouchable women, it is true that it should not be, she will admonish well, lest Your Majesty lose your intimacy with you." ”

Wu Mingsheng opened his mouth, his mother often said that he lacked tendons, and he did feel this way now.

He always felt that something was wrong with the falling moon, but he didn't know what was wrong with her.

He inexplicably remembered that the spicy woman scolded him—a pen.