Chapter 257: Yan family accident

There is also the golden light. On that day, the phoenix song suddenly appeared in the life and death of the golden light of her plan...
She must figure out what it is!
"Right, Miss..." On the edge, I thought of something again. Some of them were arrogant and wanted to say it, but they dared not say it.
"What's wrong? What does it look like?"
"Miss, you have been retreating in the house yesterday afternoon, so I don't know the wind outside. The slaves listened to the outsiders and said that they went to the seven classes and inadvertently heard a class of seven people saying, Jun The attitude towards Fengchuge is extremely...hey..."

Hey!!
Yan Qing was pouring a cup of tea on her mind when she was upset. When she heard the swearing, she immediately slammed the cup on the table. "It's her, it's Fengchu song! What qualifications does she have compared with me?! Ming Ming, I am the fiancee of Jun! She is just a monk, she must be wrapped up in the king!"
At this moment, Yan Qing’s entire face was extremely embarrassing.
"Cui Er, clean up and pack, let's go back to heaven and earth now!"
Some things still have to ask my aunt to come forward.
The gimmick, known as Tsui, did not dare to neglect and was busy cleaning up.
- petting his wife forever -
For two days, the Emperor will visit at night. The excuse is that the day was smashed by the phoenix song.
As early as when the Emperor was dusty or dusty, Feng Chuge had already seen his entanglement. At the moment, he couldn’t help him.
Can't get rid of it, she finally had to accept it.
Feng Chuge was surprised to find that there was a dust in the side, and at night, she slept so much.
For two days, Feng Chuge was not less likely to be teased by the three maids.
Early this morning, in the face of the Fengchu song and the imperial dust, Zilan accidentally said that Fengchu song wants to enter the second class.
The sound of the sound, the emperor's dusty thin lips outline a touch of curvature, "Women want to enter the second class?"
"Yeah." On the swing under the tree, Feng Chuge sat idly on the side. This own design of the swing is somewhat subtle, in order to let yourself lie, deliberately added a back. In this way, Feng Chuge can sit on the side of it.
"Would you like... I am going to talk to the dean?" The emperor leaned against the side, his long figure facing the sun, and the golden robe of his week.
"No." Feng Chuge jumped off the swing. "Which people like Yan Yanqing can be in the second class, why should I worry?"
"Also, my maiden is the most powerful." The emperor looked at the Fengchu song, and his look became softer and softer. His eyes were faintly revealing a few prides. This looks like it is back to the time when he was still a little dusty.
Feng Chu's lips and corners were slightly ticked. Suddenly, I thought that God was unintentionally mentioning that the night of Xiao Ping was the ghost of Yan Qing, and I couldn’t help but scorn.
Yan Qing’s two days are safe, and she has never heard about her.

Hearing the name of Yan Qing, the emperor's lavender scent reveals a ruin of color. "Of course she is safe, and she is not safe. She does not want to be in Tiandi again!"
Feng Chuge did not know what kind of existence of Tiandi House, but the words of the emperor still made her slightly awkward. "How is Yan Jia?"
The emperor's dusty look was slight, "the zombie corps was destroyed, and the half of the Yan family's forces were destroyed..."