The prime minister's office naturally would not leave such a useless person, so he directly threw her to the mass grave to die.
Just at this time, it began to rain outside.
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And Yan Mo Li's side, Liu Qian Qian after walking, inside the house then came a dark Wei, a see him then directly kneel down to reply.
"Your Highness, your majesty has welcomed the son of the Wuxian clan into the palace, leaving only the son in the palace and driving everyone out, which seems to be quite trusting."
Yan Mo Li seems to have no accident to this matter, the lip Cape lightly picks, "this temple then knows, the father emperor certainly won't refuse this kind of temptation.". Does the father and the emperor ask the son about the fairy art? "
"It's all within your Highness's expectation."
Yan Mo Li nodded his head slightly, and the eagle's eyes crossed a little bit of the color of potential.
A few days ago, Emperor Baorong refused to grant him land and reward. He didn't know where he was offended by Emperor Baorong. He desperately wanted to make some achievements and let emperor Baorong treat him again. However, he didn't care at all. He was only slightly interested in the whereabouts of the national master.
After his return to China, he was rewarded in every way, almost as a God.
He thinks about it and thinks about it. Only by finding a way to support a person who is like a national teacher can he get the most favorable help. It seems that he was right.
Thinking of this, he could not help but slightly raised his lips.
In this way, both Yan Beicheng and other princes will lose the power to fight with him.
As we all know, the real identity of the national master is Yan Beicheng, so the "national master" will always be loyal to him, but it's not in the pool to know.
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The next day, Mo Shanghua wakes up in Yan Beicheng's arms. Looking at his beautiful and intact side face, he can't help but gently raise his lips and feel a little sweet in his heart.
It would be nice to live such a peaceful life with Yan Beicheng.
Just thinking about it, Yan Beicheng also woke up, but his mind didn't seem to be fully awake. He opened his hazy sleeping face and gently chiseled a mouthful of pollen on his lips, and then gradually became clear.
The flowers on the street were so stunned by his kiss that they began to laugh again.
In my impression, Yan Beicheng has never been so relaxed. At this moment, he is unprepared, just like an ordinary man. It's really valuable.
"What are you laughing at?" Yan Beicheng seems to have come to his senses. It's strange to see her like this.
"Nothing." Mo Shanghua pushed away his arms, sat up and cried habitually: "qinya."
Yan Beicheng just woke up, but he had the idea of lying in bed. Before he had time to get tired of it for a moment, Mo Shanghua wanted to ask Qin ya to come in. How could he follow her?
However, before it was his turn to stop him, he heard the flowers frowning, "where's Qin ya? Why are you
At this time, Qin Ya came in, but Aunt Zhang was smiling.
Almost at the moment of hearing the sound of footsteps outside, Yan Beicheng turned his body back. After a rest of his mind, he covered most of his face with a quilt and only covered his smooth and perfect face.
Mo Shanghua thought of it, so she got out of bed directly, helped Yan Beicheng cover the quilt, and said: "the Lord still needs to sleep, you go out to help me get a clean clothes."
Aunt Zhang didn't dare to be ignorant. She answered with a smile. Her eyes swept around Yan Beicheng, who was still lying on the bed. Then she went down again.
When she came in, Yan Beicheng had recovered the birthmark on his face and sat up.
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