Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife

"This ..." The emperor was a bit unclear. So, looking at the dust ahead, she was speechless in surprise.

"Three flavors of real fire." The teacher frowned slightly and said lightly, but no one except the Yan people can control the three flavors of real fire. From the spiritual power conveyed in the flame just now, it is not the Yan people. Who is this person? A person suddenly appeared in his mind. Is it him?

"Master, don't tell me, it's him." Lan Yan appeared beside Beichen Moxuan out of thin air, and asked in horror, praying constantly in his heart, never him.

"Master, don't talk anymore, what you say makes it easy for me to jump straight to forget the river." Green pheasant appeared on the other side of Beichen Moxuan, with a **** expression on his face, said with a grin.

"I'm also having a headache, why is it him?" Beichen Moxuan, who was in the end of the crowd, raised his hand and rubbed his slightly aching head. The spiritual power conveyed in the flame was familiar to him, but he smiled helplessly. Smiled, it was fun now.

The sun is drawing a beautiful landscape in the air. The fire has long been extinguished, and the woman in the flame has been reduced to ashes. A turbulence finally gained some stability.

The emperor ’s holy driver had left, and the master was standing in front of the ashes and meditating for a long time, but with his gray beard in his hand, the eyes of the hawk were filled with emotions incomprehensible to others, and he sighed gently and took himself Datong quietly left.

The people gradually dispersed, and the remaining soldiers began to clean up the mutilation in the central square. Everyone's face had a happy smile, and the big stone pressed for so long finally fell, as if Luo Qingrou's death represented them. There will be no more disasters in general.

Baili Liumo is still the same as the original. He is dressed in a dark blue python robe. He has a complete kinglike style when he raises his hands. Standing on the high platform, he gives orders coldly. People in front of him come and go, but no one can enter him. The depth of the eyes, except her.

The people fell apart, and only one person stood still, with a smile on his lips. He looked at everything in the square at the bottom of his eyes and raised his eyes. The smile on his lips was a momentary stalemate. The lip **** a beautiful arc, turns gracefully, and leaves with nostalgia.

Bailimomo's eyes sank slightly. Looking at her back had an indescribable feeling. She moved her fingers and seemed to want to reach out and pull her. She pinched her lips and seemed to want to open her. After turning her eyes, she did nothing, and watched her leave, leaving a series of footprints in the snow. He is not in a hurry, he has a lifetime with her.

At the time of spring and spring, when winter comes to spring, Beijing ...

When the snow melted, the season of resuscitation came, and the cold winter quietly left. The etiquette in the palace also unknowingly moved to King Nan's Mansion, and taught all the etiquette and wedding matters to the upcoming marriage. Lord of Dingguo County. The people also gave their lanterns and gave their blessings in this form. In the beginning of March, fifty boxes of King Jinnan's engagement gifts were sent to the Prime Minister's Mansion. In addition to the points on the Leng Yetong's gift list, Baili Liumo added a richer engagement gifts. It goes without saying.

In the Luo Yan Pavilion, the green tea was simmered in the incense burner, and the fragrance was lingering around the room. Leng Yetong lay on the chaise longue side. Tea and pastries were placed on the small table at hand. The body was covered with a pale pink cloak. Holding a book of medicine, his eyes narrowed on the small print above, and he considered carefully.