MTL - Beloved Empress-~ Chapter 68: Abolished the emperor

Although some of them were reluctant, they did not dare not listen, and they all went out and reluctantly left.

After the crowds dispersed, Jun Qianche stepped into the Fengyang Palace. Since he was discovered, he went to face the night.

Seeing each other again, both of them are awkward. Although the two were not very familiar with the previous two, it is good for couples, but they can talk naturally, but now they have the skin, the husband and wife, or the forced way together, but it feels awkward.

The two stood in the courtyard, the four eyes were opposite, and they couldn’t tell the embarrassment and awkwardness.

Ink does not like this feeling, pretending that there is nothing like a joke: "The emperor, you see how popular you are. The younger sisters are so happy to see you, why don't you let them spend more time with you?"

"Are you alright?" Jun Qian Che did not want to say those women.

His words once again let the ink 柒柒 伪 伪 尴尬 尴尬 尴尬 尴尬 尴尬 尴尬 尴尬 , , , , , , , , , 尴尬 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次 再次How can you dance?"

"The thing that night was out of control, and I will never force you again in the future." Jun Qianchu seriously promised.

"The minister of that night did not remember, and the emperor would have to mention it again. We should have never happened." Mo Yan made a casual smile.

Jun Qian Che looked at her deeply, and turned around and left.

Momo looked at his back and muttered: "After the horse. After eating and wiping, I will finish it. If you say this, it will be useful. I will definitely look for opportunities to make you look good." There is an idea in the mind about **** Jun Qian.

The black winds of the night are best for doing something unspeakable.

The palace of the Royal Palace has gone down to rest. A dark shadow sneaked into the palace outside Jun Qian’s palace. He looked around and looked at his eyes. Then he took a small bamboo tube from his waist and went to the window to poke the window paper. Gently insert the small bamboo tube into the small bamboo tube, and a white smoke comes out of the bamboo tube.

Ink smashed the small bamboo tube and counted it in the heart: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

"Semi-fragrance said that this fragrance is very powerful, count to nine, and even more powerful people will be fascinated, presumably Jun Qian Che, this club has been fascinated, 哼骸君千澈, you dare to force aunt, See if I don't kill you today."

So the ink scorpion cat came to the door carefully and squatted, and reached out and gently pushed the door open. Fortunately, there was no lock in the door. Heaven helped me. It seems that God will let you die.

The ink-spotted cat walked into the palace of Jun Chie, and glanced at the room quickly. There was no one in the outer hall.

Ink smirked, and it seemed that he was right to go to the inner room, and then quietly, squatting toward the inner room, the attention was placed on the inner room, so that one of the feet was neglected. The vase was kicked by the foot.

When the ink stunned, he immediately squatted down to help, but he helped, and scared his chest straight: "Good risk, good risk."

In a turtle movement, the ink scorpion finally came to the front of the dragon bed, kneeling in front of the bed, but was attracted by the large rosewood bed carved in front of it, and the ink hand unknowingly touched it, and the heart was amazed: It is the bed that the emperor slept. This pattern is carved, lifelike, and skillful. What kind of tools are used to engrave it? It is so realistic to engrave the pattern. I really admire these ancient people.

After some research, Mo Yan’s thoughts were finally pulled back, knocking on his own head and whispering: “Ink, what are you doing? You are killing Jun Qian, how to study his bed. .

I looked at the room again, then slowly stood up and saw that Jun Qian’s eyes were closed and quietly lying.

Seeing that he was asleep, Mo Yan sighed, and the big **** sat down on the dragon, looking at the sleeping King Jun Che, pointing to his nose and scolding: "Jun Qian Che, you are not very resistant." Have the ability to be stunned by my aunt's grandmother, I dare to force the girl, you can bear the ability, you can be the emperor, God will blow the sky, today the girl will send you to see the king, tomorrow will change the monarch, If the moon mark is the emperor, it must be more wise than you." Touching the dagger at the waist, I prepared a knot, and I couldn’t touch it after I touched it. I immediately lowered my head and looked for it seriously, muttering to myself: Where did you go with it?" The picture in the mind recalled the coming time: After looking for the dagger, I also specially let the semi-fragrance take a piece of pork and try to make the dagger sharp. The dagger is inserted into the pork, and the pork is instantly Pierced, the experiment proved that the dagger was very sharp, and then he was relieved. He put the dagger on the table, and then went to the inner room to change clothes. After wearing the night clothes, he said that he would hide the dagger. At the waist, then first put the most important cigarettes around your waist. When thirsty, drink Daoliaobeishui, semi incense to persuade myself not to, they do not listen, directly ran out. The day is forgotten.

Hey, it’s not so sad to remind you that everything is ready for the wind. This smoke is a semi-fragrance, it is not easy to ask people to get it from the rivers and lakes. Now there is no dagger, what do I kill?

Looking at the sleeping King Jun Che, such a good opportunity, if you do not grasp it, it is a pity.

No, you must kill him. There is no way to kill people without a dagger. The line of sight fell to the porcelain on the antique frame, and the mouth sauce gave a smug smile: "Yes." I immediately ran forward, took a vase, prepared to break, cut his pulse with debris, and created his own suicide. The illusion: Hahaha, ink, you are so smart.

However, when the ink bottle lifted the vase to fall, it could not fall: this is a fine vase, and it is still blue-and-white porcelain. It is necessary to know how rare the blue-and-white porcelain is, not only the burning process is complicated, it is not easy, it can burn. It’s hard to be so delicate and exquisite. It’s not much from ancient times to the present. Which one is not value. If it is modern, it is definitely a priceless treasure. If it is easily broken by yourself, then the future generations will I can't see such a beautiful masterpiece, and I am sorry for the master who burned the bottle. No, I can't wreck the heavens. We must know that every time we see archaeology, we see that there are fine porcelain pieces broken, and that kind of regret and regret is really deplorable.

Ink immediately put the vase back: "Sorry, it almost ruined you."

It’s impossible to cut the wrist with porcelain. If you think of anything else, Mo Yan will sit back on the edge of the bed and look at the neck of Jun Qian’s neck. The black sputum is slightly cold and cold and cold: “The neck is a very important place for the human body. The neck was shackled, then how long can he hold? Jun Qian, I am sorry.” Raised his hand and prepared to lick his neck, but when he came to his neck, he found that his hand could not reach. .

He is very familiar with him. He is like a child without any precautions. The long eyelashes cast shadows under the candlelight, like two small fans.

The thick eyebrows are like ink paintings. The nose is tall and tall, like a finely crafted piece of art. The lips are thin and moderate, and the skin is smooth and delicate. It is better than the skin of the stars. The combination of the five senses can't pick any flaws.

I have always felt that there are few appearances in the world, and the beauty is beautiful. In fact, Jun Qian’s appearance is not lost to him at all. It’s just that he is too cold and too serious, so people dare not look at his face. Even if he dares to look at it, he will ignore his beauty because he is afraid of his coldness. He will only remember his coldness deeply.

Jun Qian Che, God gave you such a good skin, but unfortunately you have not used your good skin to attract others, to make a good impression on others, but to use your indifference to reject others, like you The person who lives should die young and be hated.

I took a pillow on the side and raised it. I raised my eyebrows: "I am sorry that next year is your day of jealousy." Don't overdo it and prepare to put the pillow on his face, but the pillow just touched his face, ink. He immediately lifted the pillow up again: "No, if you kill him with this method, the death will not be too ugly. If you scare others, it will be bad." The zombies in the mind when watching the horror movie Look, scared to throw away the pillow in his hand.

I have negated three murder plans, and Moh is a bit worried. This will not work. It will not work. How can I kill him?

The line of sight looked around the room again. Eventually, the line of sight fell on the sword on the sword frame, got up and walked slowly.

Take the sword on the weapon rack and pull it out. The sword is braving the cold light. At first glance, it is a good sword with a fine iron. If this sword is stabbed, Jun Qian may feel painless. It’s dead.

Mo Yan took the sword and walked back to the bed and watched the sleeping Jun Qian, and muttered in his heart: Jun Qian Che, you don’t blame me, you are sorry for me first, you are still a warm man in the afterlife. It’s cold, it’s not flattering.

Raise the sword in his hand, ready to stab his chest, but the sword stopped when he was one inch away from his chest, kept brainwashing himself, letting himself stab, but how could this hand not go down? .

Inklessly sighed and whispered, "Mu, you are too useless. You can't do it with such a simple sword." Since you can't kill you, it ruined you. Can look down the line to the bottom of his thigh.

The ink mouth sauce has a smirk, and my heart says: You don’t know how many women are hurting, how many women are lost, if you don’t have that thing, you have this heart, you can only have more than enough energy, after You can avoid more women being hurt by you.

Hey, if the king of a country becomes an eunuch, it will definitely be recorded in the annals of history, and it will be passed on to the ages, so that future generations can make jokes. This should be more deflated than killing you. Let you break, see how you are arrogant in the future.

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