Chapter 711: Meet the night

Chapter 711 meets the night
Xiao Bei ignored it and looked at Xiao Xi. He smiled and said: "Do you really think so?"
"Otherwise, do you think?" Xiao Xi fainted Xiaobei.
"I thought that you are not willing to face parting. After all, for the first time in many years, you have been paying attention to a woman for the first time. I did not expect that people already have a fiancé..." Xiao Bei said that the lightness of the voice is clear. A little bit of jokes: Xiao Xi has always been cold-hearted and cold-hearted. For everyone who is a look of no sorrow, but after he sees Murong Xue, his look will become very mild. So, he does not care about Murong Xue? Do not believe in ghosts...
Xiaoxi’s son flashed a glimmer of something, not eager or slow:
The little fox likes Murong Xue, and I naturally want to soften her. Otherwise, the little fox will be very upset.

"Really just like this?" Xiao Bei raised his eyebrows at Xiao Xi and apparently did not believe his words.
"Of course, this is the case. The emperor is so caught up in the wind and I will be confused with Murong Xue. I am afraid that the meaning of the drunkard is not in the bar!" Xiao Xi looked up to Xiaobei, and his dark eyes were flowing.
Seeing that Xiaobei's eyelids violently jumped and jumped, the heart made a very bad premonition. He was about to talk. Xiaoxi preemptively opened his mouth: "I almost forgot, the emperor has already enthroned as the emperor, and he can stand up and choose. Which one is the best, and which one is the best, it is the freedom of the emperor. The shrine will never interfere. The emperor can safely go to the election and choose not to remind me of this reason..."
Xiao Bei’s face was slightly dark and black, and he was unceremonious:
There is no such thing as a choice.

Xiao Xi shook his head in disapproval: "The emperor is already the king of a country. Every day, he is in the hall of the church. No one can look after the palace. If you don't choose it, you have to stand up..."
Is it standing behind?
Thinking of a strange woman appearing in his room, and getting along with him, Xiaobei’s head hurts a little, and he found a reason:
Yuan Xu is still half a year old, he is not married, he is anxious...

"Yuanxu is a descendant of Qingyang Hou Shizi. There are two younger brothers who are close relatives. It doesn't matter if they become early relatives. Moreover, he still has to wait for Ling Xiao. It takes fifteen years to become a relative, and we are only surnamed Xiao. Under the two people who have direct blood, I am a priest of the shrine, can not marry a wife, if the emperor does not marry his wife and children, what will happen to the future Nanzhao Jiangshan?" Xiao Xi asked unceremoniously.
"Hey, I didn't say that I couldn't make a kiss... I haven't met a woman I like yet, I don't want to be jealous..." Xiao Bei said that he was justified.
Xiao Xi is not moved, the long way: "The meaning of the emperor is to stand up and love the woman."
"Yeah." Xiao Xi heavy focus, he is the emperor of Nanzhao, the queen of Nanxun, naturally if he likes it.
"The emperor will choose the first one, let the emperor manage the harem for the time being, and wait for the emperor to stand up, then hand over the harem to the queen..." Xiao Xi's ‘ thoughtfulness' is a plan.
"No." Xiaobei did not want to, but vetoed: "The woman who likes it, will never grieve her, must marry her first..." Nayong's business will never proceed until after the establishment.
Xiao Xi looked at Xiao Bei’s gaze and was a bit more singular. It seemed that he did not expect that he would respect the Queen:
The emperor must find your heart and soul as soon as possible. After all, the next emperor and of Nanxun The next big sacrifice of the palace is to be the son of the emperor. If they are born too late, they will not grow up in the years of your life, and the country will be worried..."
Xiaobei’s face was slightly dark and black:
I know... I won’t let Nanzhao’s ruin be in the hands of 朕... I still have a lot of state to deal with, and I will go back to the palace first.

I am afraid that Xiao Xi will say what the future queen, the future emperor, and so on, Xiaobei’s sleeves waved, turned around, and walked away without going back.
"Gong Gong to the emperor!" Xiao Xi said casually, people are sitting still did not move, there is no half-hearted meaning.
The two maids standing at the door of the temple looked at each other and looked at each other. The heart secretly sighed a sympathetic tear for Xiao Bei: the emperor’s cultivation was not deep enough, and the big sacrifice was not completed. The army is really pitiful...
However, the emperor just said that the big sacrifice is a good idea, is it true, or is it fake?
The maid quietly looked up and looked at Xiao Xi, only to see him standing in front of the window, bathing in the pale golden sunshine, looking at the distant horizon, I don’t know what to think...
Under the golden sunshine, the rosewood carriage drove into the blue flames of the capital, and the bustling streets were bustling with people coming and going.
Murong Xue sat in front of the window, picked up the curtain, looked at the shops, all kinds of small business hawkers, and the lively streets, and sighed: After a few months, I finally came back...
"Snow, is your wedding dress embroidered?" A Qingyue voice suddenly sounded in the ear, soft, soft, like a spring breeze.
Murong Snow Ghost made a slight nod to the gods: "It has been embroidered!" Her wedding dress is embroidered by Yi Xiangge. Although she has not seen the finished product, the first date they agreed to has passed. For a long time, the wedding dress must have been embroidered.
"I just received the father's flying pigeon biography. This month is the Huangdaojiri. It is suitable for marriage. The Xiaoyao Wangfu has already arranged all the matters of marriage. Since your wedding dress has been embroidered, then I will let the next person send it. Happy to post!" Ouyang Shaohao chin on the shoulders of Murong Xue, gently said, a strong and powerful arm gently caught the small waist of Murong Xue.
If there is nothing like the smell of bamboo and bamboo, it is clean and cold, and it is fascinating. Murong Xue’s eyes flashed unnaturally and gently nodded:
Get it!

Her dowry, wedding dresses, and many other things used by parents have long been ready to marry at any time.
"Then we will wait for this month sixteen!" Ouyang Shaohao warm breathing sprayed on the shore of Murong Snow, gentle and gentle, faint, revealing a little bit.
Murong Xue’s beautiful little face showed two blushes that were not easy to detect. The ambiguous sighs, looking at the Ouyang Shaohao, the lips touched a hydrated place, facing a pair of deep and narrow squats, like the dark night. The charm of the inside, exudes a sigh of breath.
Murong Xue surprised her eyes wide open, and the moisturizing touch on her lips became more and more intense. It was her lips, and she touched the lips of Ouyang Shaohao. The blush on Murong Xue’s cheeks was thicker and she was preparing to stay away from Ouyang Shaohao. Ouyang Shaohao clung to her lips, twirling and kissing, and the faint bamboo scent quickly spread in the mouth.
Murong Xue’s breathing was plundered, some breathless, clutching the arm of Ouyang Shaohao, just wanting to push him a little, the carriage stopped suddenly stopped, Murong Xue was unable to prevent it, smashed, almost hit Car wall.
Ouyang Shaohao hurriedly took her and frowned. "How suddenly stopped?"
"Returning to the world, someone is blocking the road." There is no trace of driving.
Ouyang Shao Emei, picked up the curtain, saw a young man standing in front of the carriage, he wore a purple coat, his body was slender, his face was handsome, his dark eyes were flowing, it was Jing Wang Ye Yi Chen.
(End of this chapter)