Chapter 187: Deceptive Uncle 91

She had made up her mind to come and take people. In any case, she had to execute the scourge of the number of warmth, but I did not expect that those things happened. Qian Qianmo still had to shelter the person who had betrayed him and harmed him. She didn't know what Qian Qian was thinking about, but his attitude was so determined that the Empress Dowager did not have a way to take him.
Therefore, this shackles will eventually end in vain.
After the Queen Mother’s Empress, Qian Qianm stood in front of the temple and quietly looked at the bright and beautiful flower clusters outside the temple. Those were all planted in the early days of the palace, and now they are full. The flower of the hospital.
Qian Qianmo looked at the flower clusters for a long time, and finally returned to the temple, and ordered people to come in, and a person quietly drank.
He drank a whole day of wine, and finally people were a little drunk, some of them had a headache and smashed their eyebrows, and the low voice called Li Yuan to go to the cell to call people.
Li Yuan is quite awkward: "Wang Ye, a few girls are very sick, afraid that they will not get up."
晟 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨
In the end, the number of warmth was brought into the hall by two guards. She also wore a chain on her feet. When she was helped by the donkey, her soft feet dragged on the ground, and the chain shook the ground.
When the guards let go of the warmth, the number of warmth automatically fell to the ground.
晟 Thousands of inks and indifferent roads: "All retreat."
After all, Li Yuan looked at the warmth from a humble female slave who grew up in the palace. This will see her wandering down here. Although she knows that she made a big mistake, she still feels a lot of distress, but she can’t bear it. The land took people back.
After the temple door was closed, Qian Qian ink squatted quietly and squatted on the ground for a long time, finally put down the glass, got up and took the person up, put it on his lap, picked up the wet Pat for her dirty The sly little face wiped it a bit, and combed her messy hair to the back of her head, but she didn’t speak at all.
The number of warmth was forced to lean in his arms, half-stunned and softly lashing his eyelashes, looking at him vaguely, his face was unspeakable.
晟 眯 眯 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眯 眯 眯 眯 眯 眯 眯 眯 眯 眯 眯 眯 眯 眯 眯 眯 眯 眯
But it was forced to open his eyes, revealing a pair of wet eyes, but the eyes were looking at him, his eyes were cold.
When Qian Qianmo saw such a gaze, he drank the wine. This would be even more sorrowful in his heart. He pinched her chin: "Talk to the king."
The number of warmth is still silent.
"Do you think that this king can't cure you?" Qian Qianmo was about to press her at the table, pulling her culottes and threatening her at the top of her head: "Speak!"
The number of warmth squatted on the table, the fractured right hand was pressed to the pain and trembled, and the thigh root was whipped by him. She slightly opened her pale lips, seemingly calling, but could not make a sound. .
Although Qian Qianmo was on the head, but she also felt that something was wrong, and she frowned and turned over. A few warm and pale faces came into view. When he remembered her smile, the pear vortex was shallow and exposed. The white beak looks cute, but it will look like nothing.
Qian Qian ink tightened her eyebrows, picked her up and put on her clothes and put them back on the bed.