Black Bellied Prince’s Stunning Abandoned Consort

? Mo Wenchen just sneaked out of the crowd, and was alone with Su Qiqi, someone outside the hall shouted that the owner had asked.

The mood that had just soothed him just crumbled again.

Ben also lightly held Su Qiqi's waist, preparing to put her ears on her belly to listen to the movement of the little guy.

However, he paused, leaned over, and happily attached his ears. The little guy, who had been in it for more than six months, really moved a little, but it happened to be Mo Wenchen.

Makes his smile deeper.

Su Qiqi also sat there with a deep smile. Although she was very nervous these days, she still felt happy.

"There are still three months," Mo Wenchen straightened up and said softly, as if talking to himself: "We must solve everything in these three months."

"Well, time is running out." Su Qiqi paused: "We need to resolve the Broken Soul Pavilion as soon as possible and go back to the dream country."

"What to do with Zi Wuya" Mo Wenchen thought that there was not much time. If Zi Wuya was blindly aware of this, he would not think too much, and moved to kill.

"He can't restore his mana anymore." Su Qiqi still couldn't bear it. "We still have some time, let's take a look."

"Okay." Mo Wenchen nodded his head. "I'll go to see Broken Soul first. Take a good rest. I'll be back soon."

"Don't you want me to accompany you?" Su Qiqi blinked, she was thinking about the problem of purple boundlessness, and when she had to, she would give up.

After all, children and Mo Wenchen are the most important.

She just felt sorry for Zi Wuya.

Mo Wenchen shook his head: "No need, I think, Soul Broke may not be the three princes."

"Well, you have to be careful, too." Su Qiqi thought for a moment, but said nothing more.

The current soul-breaking is indeed not dangerous. Xunqin doesn't have to be in his eyes. Even if they have other thoughts, Su Qiqi believes that Mo Wenchen can handle it.

"Emperor Dayan." After seeing Mo Wenchen, the broken soul looked respectful and admired.

Instead, Mo Wenchen was a little surprised, and he nodded in a hurry: "The patron doesn't have to be polite, just call me Mo Wenchen."

Broken Soul smiled: "Your Majesty is the honor of the Ninth Five-Year Plan."

Xunqin nodded and nodded.

They got to know Mo Wenchen and Su Qiqi again and admired them both, even if they didn't ask for help.

At least Broken Soul cannot get Broken Soul Pavilion.

No matter how fierce and poisonous you are, you can't really hold everything in this Broken Soul Pavilion.

Seeing this, Mo Wenchen didn't say much. His expression was very natural. His clothes were white, his lips were jade, and he was peerless. He sat calmly and said, "I don't know what the owner of the cabinet is."

"Da Yanguo has only three years in your hands, but the weather is smooth, and Guotai Min'an is unprecedentedly prosperous. Presumably, Your Majesty must have an extraordinary means. The niche is not talented, and I want to ask a question or two." Some bowed their heads in sorrow.

He also wanted to make the Broken Soul Pavilion unprecedented in history, without the means and ability.

After tossing for so long, I almost put Xiao Ming in.

Without Su Qiqi, he would surely die.

In the end, Rebirth could not survive for his life.

After all, it is just an herb.

"No problem." Mo Wenchen liked to go straight and didn't like to go around.

"How to make the country stable" is what Broken Soul wants to know most: "As an emperor, you can't take over power alone."

"Are the three princes" Mo Wenchen smiled: "If a regime becomes empty, it really won't be long, and this situation will only be replaced by the new regime."

"This" breaks the soul for a moment, but the meaning of Mo Wenchen is more obvious, but he should abdicate.

Then Mo Wenchen smiled again: "However, if you don't want to be replaced, you must be fierce."

"How cruel" Broken soul seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and that was all he wanted.

"The powers of the three princes are equal. If they were to fight fiercely, there might be very little left." Mo Wenchen clarified the situation softly: "However, if you want to forcibly regain the military power, you only need to have this ability. You need to think about it and slowly lift them up. "

"It doesn't matter how little is left, everything can be restarted." Broken soul squinted his eyes, and a gleam of gleam flashed under his eyes, and he was fed up with the three princes.

As soon as he succeeded, he reached out to the three princes, but unfortunately, he failed to bring down the three princes. Instead, he let the other party slightly punish him and almost lost his life.

"Without these forces, how do you confront the Lord of the Phoenix?" Mo Wenchen did not advocate this, and looked at Broken Soul in a puzzled manner.

But Broken Soul smiled: "Some people in Fengzhu also have no return in their hands."

This is true, Feng Zhu really has nothing.

Some are not returning and his daughter Feng Su.

"Where is the Baiguan in such a respect?" Mo Wenchen felt that the broken soul was still too young, although they were similar in age.

But it is too little.

"This" hesitated, hesitated for a moment, and seemed to be unable to understand: "Li Guogong and Zheng Guogong were just cut off by the door, which official dare to commit the crime?"

"If they are the next ones to die, they might as well get a chance to die." Mo Wenchen's slender fingers gently tapped on the tabletop, squinting his eyes, as if smiling and smiling, and the facial features were more like the elaborate works of the artist.

And Broken Soul looked like that, a little dull.

He will never be able to achieve the self-defeating momentum of Mo Wenchen, holding the overall domineering.

No matter what kind of enemy he is facing, Mo Wenchen will always be so proud of the world.

There will be no embarrassment.

A word also awakened the broken soul, and for a while both of them did not speak again, and the hall was extremely quiet.

"In this way, you think about it, and then look for me." Mo Wenchen stood up and left neatly without looking back.

With only one soul and one Xunqin sitting, one sitting and the other standing quietly.

"How?" Su Qiqi watched Mo Wenchen walk slowly, his white clothes were bright and personable, and his lines of features were more obvious than wearing black clothes before.

A handsome gentleman, a gentleman is like a jade.

Su Qiqi's eyes were unconsciously full of love.

"As I thought, Broken Soul can't handle the three princes." Mo Wenchen sat on the side of Su Qiqi casually, rarely freely, and embraced her shoulders: "To attack, only we can come forward, If we want to seize power, we still have to come forward. In this way, it doesn't seem to make any sense to soul-breaking. "

"Yes." Su Qiqi nodded. "And we don't need to work hard for him."

They are very calm people, never impulsive.

Mo Wenchen flashed a touch of coldness in his eyes, and his fingers gently rubbed Su Qiqi's shoulders, and his eyes were full of pampering: "I was thinking that the power to disintegrate the three princes should be taken slowly, but we didn't more time."

"It doesn't matter, or there is a better way." Su Qiqi tilted his head and leaned into Mo Wenchen's arms: "What good way do you have to talk to?"

"Okay." Mo Wenchen bowed his head and kissed Su Qiqi's forehead slightly. He raised his head a bit reluctantly, his eyes were deeply affectionate, and then he half froze Su Qiqi, his face: "I was thinking, according to Human greed, we can start with the sons of the three princes. "

Su Qiqi hesitated for a moment, and his eyes lighted up: "Yes, a good way, so that they can disintegrate them from the inside, which is better than a strong attack."

"Actually, if Broken Soul had this strength, it would be faster to storm, but he didn't." Mo Wenchen shrugged his shoulders while playing with Su Qiqi's long hair.

Although he is good at planning, he is better at fighting.

And fighting comes more happily.

This way, there is no way.

"It is indeed." Su Qiqi also knows that with the ability of Mo Wenchen, as long as there are soldiers, the effect of storming is better.

Faster and more direct.

"However, Broken Soul is just a puppet now, can it be done?" Su Qiqi still sighed with some worry.

"It doesn't matter. Human nature is greedy. The three princes have high power. Their descendants must have someone come out to inherit it. Like all royal families, the princes always have to fight for blood." Dust squinted his eyes and said softly, this is the life born in the royal family.

Indisputable is death.

Just like myself at that time, he had no intention to fight for the throne, but was repeatedly threatened and attacked.

If you don't backhand, you will die.

"We only need one prince." Su Qiqi said sympathetically, "I can't see my children killing each other."

"Our son is a deity, and he cares about the position of emperor on earth." Mo Wenchen smiled and shuffled Su Qiqi's long hair, and her long, clear fingers passed her hair along her hair, With a lot of effort, there was a slight increase in the fundus.

"Also, it seems that we have to work hard again." Su Qiqi also smiled slightly, found a comfortable position in front of Mo Wenchen's chest, squinted his small face, and lay down.

"Now" Mo Wenchen's voice was a little low-pitched, and they were exhausted every day, rarely.

And Su Qiqi was pregnant, but he was very hard.

"It's impossible now." Su Qiqi got up quickly, once a sutra: "bear, can't bear, just take a cold bath, remember, don't let me see two Fengwen again."

"Yes, queen." Mo Wenchen was so tossed and cleared a bit. He understood that Su Qiqi was also a stingy woman, and Feng Wen was in a state of mind, never forgetting. In Search of Shaohua: Happy and Abandoned Concubine

He was indeed careful not to be counted by any woman.

The consequences are unimaginable.

So he has only one choice, take a cold shower

It was only two days later that Mo Wenchen was found.

He and Xunqin talked for a whole day and night, almost no sleep, his face was a little pale, and he had large dark circles.

On the other hand, Mo Wenchen was refreshed, but his complexion was a little white.

"How are you thinking?" Mo Wenchen sat down generously sitting on the left side, looking up at Broken Soul.