Chapter 1219: Bored to find Master Xia

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Xia Yongling's martial arts were good, but at this time there was no advantage. The dark room was narrow. The long sword Xia Yongling used could not exert any power. On the contrary, the dagger in Wang Qian's hands almost stabbed Xia Yongling repeatedly.
And the man Yi Rongcheng Xia Yongling was playing with Xiaoyu flute aside.
Xia Yongling was so anxious that he tried to rush forward to take back Yudi several times, but instead of not taking it back, he revealed a flaw and was stabbed by Wang Qian twice.
"Poisonous?" Xia Yongling only felt that the wound was painful but numb, and he was dumbfounded. "Mr. Wang, I have always respected you, but I never thought you were so cruel."
Wang Qian laughed, "He is cruel and hot? Oh, it's not me Wang who is cruel and hot, but your waste! This world has always been weak and strong, why do you think your dad can reach the top? Without your cruel and hot dad, can you have nothing to worry about? Naive waste! "Then he attacked again.
When Xia Yongling saw that the situation was not good, he tried to escape from the undercover, but the door was locked, and he tried to split the lock with a sword, but found that the lock was specially made, and his arms were becoming weaker and weaker.
Finally, the effect spread, Wang Qian attacked, "Yu Xiao, do you still stay here? If I don't have to stay, I will start, I would like to kill such mother-in-law people."
Yimian Yuxiao put away the jade flute and glanced, "Keep it first, maybe it's still useful."
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The rain is getting heavier.
As it rains, the sky is getting cloudy.
Ye Liuli and the palace ladies chat while cutting paper—no embroidery, only paper cutting.
Finally, Ye Liuli threw down her scissors. "No, it's so boring. It's so boring. This is really going to strangle me."
Midsummer hurriedly said, "Emperor, shall we play something else?"
"What to play?" Ye Liuli fretted.
"How about playing cards? Last time the emperor taught slaves to play cards, slaves liked it." Someone suggested.
"Not playing, boring."
"How many books does the slave find for the emperor?"
"Don't, those broken books, a whole book without a few words, boring."
"Otherwise, the slaves will paint and paint for the emperor?"
"When do you see me writing and drawing?"
"Otherwise, the slavery finds a story for the emperor?"
"Don't listen, the stories they tell are not as wonderful as I've edited them. Besides, those storytellers often say what they sing and praise as long as they know my identity. They can hear my goosebumps and not listen."
Midsummer looked out the window and squinted — yeah, what rain was it? It's boring, why isn't that waste of Ouyang Yan? Quickly solved the forsythia, she can also do things conveniently. This ghost place is really enough.
There is still eager discussions there, and midsummer leans on the window, squinting to remember the bits and pieces of the former rivers and lakes-these eunuchs cannot understand the emperor's dullness, but she fully understands that compared with the world of thousands, the palace is just a Luxurious and comfortable prison cage.
Suddenly, a palace lady had a clever idea. "Emperor, how about we invite Master Xia? We set up a wine bureau, and Master Xia played our singing, and punished if we couldn't sing?"
Ye Liuli frowned. "Xia Yongling should be transferred and may be busy with the transfer recently."
A palace lady said charmingly, "The emperor, this rainy day, you can't hand over to Master Xia. Besides, how can the handover work be important to the emperor?"
"Yeah, yeah."
A group of little court ladies responded.
Shen Zheng shook his head helplessly, "These girls are really spoiled by the emperor, ."