Rescuing the Supporting Character

He used to think that after all the dust settled, the resentment that filled the chest would calm down, but Loujia was wrong.

Taishang Emperor was softly banned in the temple, and the Prince was sent to the Linghua Palace forbidden. His low-ranking mother-in-law also took the position of the Queen Mother.

All these things went smoothly as he had imagined, but Lou Jiaruo did not feel as comfortable as he had imagined, especially when the jailer returns, the temperature in the dungeon is high, and his nameless The irritability has reached its peak.

He should have killed her and killed the slutty woman who had the secret of the husband and the man.

However, watching her body dyed and smothered on the dirty ground, his heart...why still faintly hurt.

The people in the hall are full of people, and the mixed land is not like a country. It is more like a noisy vegetable market.

Lou Jiaruo frowned, and snorted coldly.

The ministers who were still slap in the face immediately screamed, and it was important to fight for the vacant official position. But the shadow of the **** imperial city was still hovering in the hearts of the people. The fear of the new emperor was not for a while. So easy to eliminate.

Lou Jiaruo squinted at the inner annoyance and underestimated the priest under the steps.

"Retreating to the DPRK." The new appointing clerk of the mind immediately announced that the ministers were indifferent and did not dare to say anything more, only to slam the door and quit.

The eyes swept to the middle-aged man with a long hair that was not sung at the end of the team. Lou Jiaruo slowly opened his mouth without expression: "The temperature is left."

The two men of the past, Weng Yi, at this time, the identity is already one in the sky, one in the ground.

Lou Jiaruo left him, but he did not speak. He scorned his sleeves and changed his posture so that he would dry him in the temple.

Wen Xiang’s heart was bitter, slowly leaning over, and the ceremony was under the order, and the voice was terrible: “Chen, guilty.”

"Oh?" The new emperor was undecided. "I am loyal to me. I am still able to assist the two generations of kings. The end is hard work. What is the saying today?"

Because he has a good daughter who is willing to go his own way, Wen Xiang has a hard time, but barely maintains a crouching posture. The last time such a big ceremony was visited, it was still time for the emperor to seal him.

He is only such a child as Wen Ru, his daughter has been in love with the Prince since childhood, and Wen Xiang is clear early. However, she did not understand that as long as her father sat in this position in the prime of the day, the emperor would never have allowed her to marry the prince.

The imperial power is not allowed, even if that person is a prince.

Ning is the poor wife, not for the nobles. At that time, Lou Jiaru really liked her. Wen Xiang would rather marry her to an idle prince who had no intention of competing for the throne. She was not willing to let her compete with a group of women in the deep palace in the future.

It is a pity that the marriage of this child is his own, but he has not been able to teach her to be content.

"The young girl is not sensible, she has a deep affection and a deep affection, and she is a courtier." He squats at the foot of the new emperor, just to fight for his daughter in the prison. "Please ask your majesty to let the little girl cut it." Relying on Buddhism, praying for the prosperity of the royal day and night, the minister is willing to return home, and no longer step into the capital for life."

For many years, Wen Xiang was born in the middle of the door, and if Lou Jiaru had to get rid of him, he would lose the hearts of the people.

He does not expect that the current 95th Supreme will allow him to remain in the DPRK to play the heat. The Wen is only betting, gambling the new emperor to the throne, and willing to kill more. He can take the initiative to resign and let the new emperor take over smoothly, as long as he spares his daughter.

Wen Xiang touched the ground with his head, and looked down on it. However, after a long silence, the high-rise Shang Jia Ruo suddenly smiled, and his laughter was desolate, with inexhaustible embarrassment.

The temperature was so alarmed that Fuxi did not dare to look up.

"If a woman who is so arrogant and confused is converted to my Buddha, it is not a smear of the quiet place of the Buddha's door." Lou Jiaruo's gaze is like a sword squinting at him, and there is an irresistible anger in his voice." You really dare to think! Don't you think that today's embarrassment will be soft and soft?!"

This word has been sorrowful, the temperature vest sweated like a pulp, but still stiffly looked up to face the sky, the tone of grief: "The little girl is self-willed, but since she was a poetry, she will never be a slutty slut." "Women!" If Wenru is not even famous, not only the Wen family has no face, even if she is tortured to death in prison, there will be no sympathy in life.

The current emperor is not the gentle and harmless three emperors. He is ironic to clean up the Wen family. Wen Xiang knows that this is a disaster, but even if his daughter is dead, he can't die like this without dignity!

"Please sigh down the Mingjian!" Wen Xiang's back is straight and generous.

Lou Jiaruo was calm and looked at his eyes with a trace of pity. He used to be one of his most respected elders.

‘The old man handed over the only daughter to you today, I hope you will treat her well in the future, husband and wife, lyrics and chorus. ’

The words are still in the ear. Now, the person who said this is kneeling at his feet, praying that he can raise his hand and let their father and daughter live a path.

Things are human, ah, half a sigh, Lou Jiaruo is suddenly full of tiredness, and plainly gives birth to a feeling that ends her life well: "It is easy to prove this, just ask someone to check if she is not finished. body."

"His Majesty--"

When Wen Xiang just opened his mouth, he was interrupted by his next words: "Hey, I have never rounded her room."

They never had a round house, and Wen was unwilling, but he always refused to give up.

Lou Jiaruo coveted, long lashes black as a crow, the voice is low but clear and audible.

Hatred is a double-edged sword. While hurting her, it also stabbed my heart. Even the punishment of lashing can not eliminate the hatred of my heart.

However, after every torture of her, Lou Jiaruo felt more painful. He didn't want to go to sleep on the night and night, and the warmth of living can only prove his shame.

Kill her, too. In this way, everyone can be free.

"If the result is true, I will give her a foot white, do you still have to gamble?" His voice was cold and his face was no longer a trace.

Wen Xiang fell to sit on the ground, he was not sure that she had never had anything to do with the Prince, but things have not retreated. His face was trembling and trembled for a long while, and he gritted his teeth: "If the little girl is still the virgin body, kneel down..."

"She can spend the rest of her life in the cold palace." Lou Jiaru raised his shackles, and the thin lips slightly smacked a sneer. It was extraordinarily good to release her from the prison. How could she let her take her away from Beijing? In addition to death, Wen Ru is not wanting to escape from his life in this life.

At this moment, Wen Ruo was squatting in a simple wooden bed in prison. He was filled with several medicines. The high fever on the forehead was finally reduced. Even the stunned singer was sent to the office to check when he came in. do not know.

It wasn't until they took off her trousers and licked her fingers into her flower path, and she suddenly woke up, kicking the man off in a hurry and screaming back: "Who are you?!"

Her feet were soft and weak, and she didn’t feel pain when she kicked on the person. Then she didn’t move her. She just stood up and acted publicly. “I’m going to wait for the emperor to check if the goddess is finished. Violation, hope that the goddess should not be a slave."

When Wen was stunned, she immediately understood that she barely bent her lips, but could not pull a perfect smile.

Knowing that it is one thing, it’s just like this. It’s another thing to be naked. Even if the nerves are as strong as her, I can’t help but feel the humiliation of being treated as a commodity.

The white fingers tightened the sheets, and she slowly separated her legs, her eyes narrowed: "... 嬷嬷 嬷嬷."

Lou Jiaruo, you bastard!

She trembled and licked her eyes, resembling a hard object in her throat, faintly stalking.

The result of the test was out of the expectation of Wen Xiang and Lou Jiaruo. The experienced Gong Zhongyu said that the woman was indeed unaccompanied.

Temporarily free and easy to leave a letter, hanging in the hall after the loud sigh of worship in the temple, the palace can see the blood bag on his forehead, he did not care.

His daughter did not insult the door, and he left high-profile, and his Majesty would not be able to kill the enemy and kill it again. This is enough.

I don't know if I have lost the last backing of the mountain until the evening, and the heat that has finally retreated has risen again and is even worse than the previous temperature.

The return of the doctor, the source of the evil wind caused by the unhealed trauma, coupled with the heart can not vent, so that her condition is getting heavier.

"Do your best." Lou Jiaru was silent for a long time, and finally said this sentence with difficulty. Perhaps, he was so eager to take away his hopes, and he did not want to live so arrogantly.

Deeper in the night, the moon is like a hook, and the applicable bedding should have been placed in the prison at this moment. Lou Jiaruo is standing on the side of the porch, and the moonlight can only be sprinkled on the square inch of the front of the track. The dark-skinned purple dress is like melting into the night.

There was no retreat at this point. He didn't know what he was insisting on. He hesitated in the middle of the night and finally couldn't help but start to go to the dungeon.

As soon as he entered the prison, he felt the coolness of the bones. When Lou Jia abandoned the guards, he silently pushed the door into the line and stood in front of her bed.

The already burnt Wen was so tightly covered by the thick quilt that only half of the pitiful face and a plain white hand were exposed, and the sweaty forehead stuck to her red cheeks. The mouth still muttered to himself and didn't know what to say.

Lou Jiaruo looked at her intricately for a while, and finally sat down at the bedside. His hanging clothes were squatting at her fingertips. If they were separated, it would be like an uncompromising relationship between them.

Even if she didn't do those things, what can she represent? It is an undeniable fact that she betrayed him.

Between her husband and the Prince, Wen Ruru chose the Prince. The wound on the belly of Lou Jiaruo is still faintly painful, just like reminding him at all times, how ruthless this woman's heart is.

He slammed his eyes together, and when he opened it again, there was no hesitation in his eyes. Lou Jiaru suddenly got up and was about to leave, but found that his clothes were pulled.

Looking back, the dark robes are in the hands of the warmth, her five fingers are white, and the dark fabric is more radiant and jade.

The black and long eyelashes shook slightly. It seemed that I wanted to wake up but I couldn't do it. She was very uncomfortable and frowned. The lips opened and closed but they couldn't really hear the sound of whispering.

Lou Jiaruoton paused, and somehow did not open her hand, so she was deadlocked in front of her bed.

"...Gailuo." The two voices were inaudible. The soft words climbed up to his ears. Lou Jiaru’s fingers were slightly moved, and his feet were filled with lead water. They were not willing to approach, nor could they leave.

"... Lou Jiaruo." The voice of this time was clearer. Wen was unconsciously tightening the five fingers and pulling his clothes out of deep wrinkles.

He is determined to stand in the same place, look stunned.

"……Son of a bitch!"

Lou Jiaru immediately raised his eyebrows, and the slender phoenix squatted slightly. Suddenly there was an urge to drag her up and wake up, and then whipped. 2k novel reading network