MTL - The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven-Chapter 10 She didn't want to, no one forced her

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Chapter 10, she didn't want to, no one forced her.

"How can the Queen sign the testimony when the Queen is dying?" Ben Lei questioned.

"That is her handwriting. If she doesn't want it, no one will force her." The night prince clearly traces the wolf in his hand. The stylus is extremely light. Yao Mozhen looks in his eyes and knows that he has no resentment in his heart. The more Junqing is, the more she feels heartache.

"Even if the prince does not want to disappoint the empress, but does not have to tolerate the emperor's deception! Wang Ye should be more clear than the subordinates, this defeat, is the emperor's first-hand planning!" Ben Zhen said indignantly.

"If you don't lose, the king will not have a reason to be drunk and dream of death. Only when the king is drunk and dreaming, he promised not to publicize the testimony on the page, and to bury it with the Queen's gift." Blowing the scrolls, the eyes reveal unforgettable love and thoughts.

"Wang Ye! How much have you paid for this woman in this life! But she only knows to maintain that faint lord. Even if she still wants to use the testimony on the page to contain you, she owes you too much!!" Ben Lei stunned, roaring, The hands violently stretched out to the picture, but they were pushed a few meters by the night, and they hit the white marble column.

"Wang Ye!" Ben Lei mournfully sighed.

"Let's go, the king's identity is special. If you come often, you will not let go of you with the temperament of the night game." The night prince clears the distress of his eyes and opens his mouth indifferently.

"Wang Ye is willing to be trampled by the faint prince, but he is not willing to be humiliated! Even if he is a farmer in the field, he will be more powerful than the stunned king! Wang Ye takes care, and he quits!" The man has tears, At this time, Ben Lei has burst into tears.

In front of the desk, Yao Mo's beautiful squats, his teeth bite, and the pain in his heart tumbling like a tide. How much is she owed to the night?

At the time of Yao Mo's sorrow, the jade wrist was suddenly stunned by the thunder.

"What do you do with her?" The night Jun Qing eyebrows wrinkled and suspicion opened.

"The conversation she just heard was clear, this woman can't stay!" Ben Lei's sleeves wiped the tears in his eyes and responded cautiously. Yao Mozhen is extremely speechless, and suddenly there is a sad feeling of lying in the middle of the arrow.

"Let her go, this king believes she won't say it." Without waiting for Yao Mozhen to react, the other hand was already cleared by the night.

"Wang Ye! You have to rely on this time!" Ben Lei tangled to see the night Junqing, pleading like a mouth.

"This king said that she will not, it will not. You go!" The persistence of the night Junqing made Yao Mozhen secretly relieved. The rumor is not talking, like a bell-like eyeball smashing to Yao Mozhen.

At this time, Yao Mozhen looked at Ben Lei indifferently, and did not put a word. She only said more mistakes, less said less mistakes, not to say, no mistakes. After a few seconds of confrontation, he slammed Yao Mo's wrist and left.

Looking at the back of Ben Lei, Yao Mo's lips glided through a touch of arc if there was no arc, and the thunder went, because the night was clear, if the night was not...

At this time, Yao Mo is also pleased that there will be such a loyal helper around the night. She owes too much to the night, and one day, she will give the night to a magnificent mountain and river.

"There are very few women who are not as shocked as you are." Seeing Ben Lei left, the night Jun Qing calmly let Yao Mo's hand go, and walked straight to the case, gently stroked the picture.

"So Wang Ye thinks that meditation is specially trained, will it appear here?" Yao Mozhen took up the ink ingot, it seems that he did not intend to ask. At the bottom of my heart, I had a bitter bitterness. When I saw it again, the night Junqing actually regarded myself as a night game to monitor his fine work.

"Is it not?" Night Junqing did not agree.

"Why did the prince still let the younger guy say such a big reversal?" Yao Mozhen was a little surprised, suspicious to see the night Junqing.

"The goal of the night game is the king, as long as the king does not have the rebelliousness, isn't it?" The night Junqing seems to have a deep impression on Yao Mozhen. The implication is that if he does not stop, he has already been ridden by the thunder.

"Calm will also return to the prince of this person." Yao Mozhen will be wrong, continue to grind.

At this moment, Zhou Guanjia suddenly rushed over. Behind him, he followed the father-in-law of the palace. Yao Mozhen, the father-in-law, recognized that it was the Anshan Mountain around the night, and it was a bitter, sweet-skinned sword. Although the father-in-law was a part of the inferior flower, the palace did not know how many palace ladies died in his hands. At that time, he was obsessed with the face of the night game. I have never been punished, but now I want to come, but there is a master who will have his servant.