Chapter 172: Deceptive Uncle 73

In the same way, I have been listening to their poor mouths. I will hear Ning Chengyuan’s words. I think of the number of warmth still in my own palace. I also twisted my eyebrows and looked quite cold:
The guardian of Zhao in southern Xinjiang. The general sent back the fake message. He did not check the order under the order?"
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You can’t believe it, this time it’s a blessing to save the innocence of your three!

晟千墨, Ji Xi, and Suhuang are all a glimpse.
Su Huang was curiously provoked her eyebrows and looked at her, while Ji Xi’s face was slightly stiff. It seemed impossible to imagine how this would be related to the number of warmth, and she saved her reputation...
Ning Chengyuan did not sell the Guanzi. He told the people that Li Taishi had been sent to Lishui City to collect the wind. This is a very clever one. When he got the news of South Xinjiang, he immediately wrote a letter. If it weren't for her letter, the emperor might know how to toss you a few!"
Su Huang thought for a moment, smiled slightly: "It seems that I misunderstood this little girl before."
Ji Xi’s expression was still complicated, and he had to drink a bit of wine.
She insisted that her expression changes in her eyes, and also followed with a drink.
After Qian Qianmo listened to Ning Chengyuan’s words, he was silent for a moment, and put down the wine glass and stood up.
Ning Cheng saw him get up and turned and shouted at him: "Hey! Where to go!"
Su Huang held his head and smiled slowly. He drank slowly and said: "Nature is looking for a beauty."
Ning Cheng Yuan Yu Quan: "I swear I am looking for a wife this year!"
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Qian Qianmo rode his horse out of the military camp. He didn't even change his helmet and his robes were going to find his little girl.
What he didn't think was that he would meet in the snow forest outside the military camp for a few months that he hadn't seen each other for a month.
At that time, the number of warmth was in the snow, the little face was frozen, the cap of the cape was kept blown down by the wind, and the hair fluttered in a mess, with white frost and snow.
She wore a light white cotton plaque embroidered with plum blossoms, cuffs with plum red laces, and a plum red enamel skirt, dotted with plum blossoms. Also covered in a thick white cloak, wrapped in such a petite self, so much, she is still frozen face red, walking is much more bulky than usual.
晟千墨 did not recognize the warmth at first glance, just because he was thinking about going to Lishui City to find a beautiful woman, but did not expect the beautiful woman to come to him first step by step, Ma Sheng passed by the little girl, The footsteps of the head walked a little, and she slowly raised her head.
The horse behind him stopped abruptly, but quickly returned and retreated to her.
The number of warmth raised his head, a pair of scorpions stained with white mist, looking up at the man on the right.
Behind him was the heavy snow falling, his white cloak flying under the armor, his cold and beautiful face, his deep and oppressive eyes, watching her.
For a moment, a handsome and downright action, smashed the horse.
When the number of warmth has not yet reacted, she was pushed to the tree by the man, behind the frosty icy tree body, in front of the man's broad chest, kissed and fell off the ground.
Under such a blizzard...
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The number of warm eyes closed the slightly twitching eyelashes, suddenly burying his head, licking his neck, his eyes are moist, whispered: "I also want to marry my uncle."
This is still a warm head, not in front of others, just in his ear, softly using her soda to call his uncle.
Sweet and soft sound.
晟 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨She immediately bullied and cried.
"A man comes to find this king?" His eyes were so aggressive and deep, and he couldn't see the emotions. At this time, her lips were close to her breath, and she was forced to ask her.
I didn’t know how to make him unhappy, and he was very useless. How did others say that she was good, but Qian Qianmo said a heavy word to her, she blinked and she didn’t dare to cry. Sucking his nose and whispering, "The number is warm and worried about the prince..."
The heart of Qian Qianmo was soft and soft, but she stared at her deeply and said: "Southern Xinjiang is so dangerous, who will let you come?"
The number of warmth refused to answer him. He wanted to bow his head and not look at him. He could pick up her chin and force her to look at him. The number was warm and grievous: "The number is warm now..."
The little things with the change of tactics of Roque, let him both helpless and distressed, immediately pulled off his cloak and put it on her body, stretched his arms and held a few warm waists, and hugged her.
He rode as fast as he could, and he was so scared that he hugged his waist tightly. In the snow, the voice shouted intermittently: "Go... where to go..."
"Back to the military camp." The feelings in the eyes of Qian Qianmo did not disappear, but also because the little guy's cold little hands held himself more uplifting.
The number of warmth was smashed back to the camp, because she was wrapped in his cloak, and the man was in his arms. The soldiers did not see her face, but they knew that they were holding a small The girl came back, and there was still a meaning to do a big job, so they yelled and shouted, and these soldiers and the princes had been waiting for a long time. Naturally, they knew when it was happy to be unhappy. Therefore, it is rare that this time, thousands of inks have been so embarrassed, but not angry, but also hooked the lips: "This king will spend this evening."
A few warm ears are red and bloody, and buried in his arms, even the eyes do not dare to open.
Until she was taken into the camp, Qian Qianmo threw her baggage at the bedside, and pulled a thick cloak of her cloak, which pressed people up, but it was like a little warmth. The contrast between contradictions and ambiguities is like a treasure.
At that time, he had already made plans. After this, he went back to Beicheng. He wanted to find someone to remove the mark of his little girl.
She is not his slave, she is his heart and soul.
The outside is still whistling in the storm, and the atmosphere in the camp is heating up sharply.
"Warm, the king wants you."
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