Chapter 1489: Miss Hou Fujun 61.15

"Good voice full of enthusiasm." Looking for a sigh of conditioned reflex.
They were separated by two palaces, and they were shocked by the screams of Duanmu Rong, showing how loud he said.
Seeing the quietly approaching guards who were only tempted before, after all the sounds inside, all of them swarmed up, looking for a look at Duanmu and Duanmu Kirin, and keeping up with it.
Then the night, the two were all in black, and it fell smoothly on the roof of the Qinzheng Hall.
Uncovering a glazed tile, the picture inside was immediately seen by two people without reservation.
Duanmu Yurong held a brush in his hand and pointed at the chaise and the eight emperors who had entered the opposite side. The flesh of the gas was shaking.
I can't help but look for it. He won't be shaken by the flesh. It's really a test of his eyes.
"The emperor, this palace has been with you for so many years, for your child to manage the harem, but also for you to make suggestions, but also in the same year to convince his father to help you seize the throne."
"How can you tell the palace, say that you want to give me the position of the queen, to seal me as a prince, but to count us everywhere."
"Hey, I don’t want to involve the emperor, you don’t listen."
"Now, everyone is spurning the emperor. This is nothing, but how do you treat the emperor now? Let him handle the matter. You are really good."
"When things are revealed, it is the result of the emperor's own self-promotion. You will not be implicated at all. This palace really should not be expected of the emperor."
The beautiful face of the nobles is full of disappointment and heartache, and the beautiful nephews are full of resentment.
But what does she hate, and who can say it?
Duanmu Yurong fell down on the pen, fell into the chair, and kept breathing, apparently being stimulated.
"The emperor looks at you and my husband and wife. As long as you write down the edict of the retired emperor, I will let you go."
The noble raised his chin, and the nails that were meticulously depicted radiated a chilly glow under the bright light, like a poisonous one, and one accident would kill you.
But Duanmu Rongrong was not scared, but it was a mocking laugh.
"You are so expensive, you are so naive, do you think that if you come in like this, you will be able to make the waste a prince?"
He is in his prime, and he will let this position go out.
The nobles are not the same thing. They laugh more ridiculously than Duanmu Rong: "Isn’t the emperor so stupid to be the solemnity of the palace?
"Oh... Who is innocent in the end, I advise you to write it, or the emperor will be awkward."
The threat of undisguised, with a wave of his hand, followed by Qiulan immediately stepped forward to spread the blank prepared sacred to the front of Duanmu Rong.
"The emperor don't delay the time. It's useless. The palace is controlled by the father's people. You don't want to wait for the rescue."
The nobleman smiled very innocently, but it was to let Duanmu Yurong rush to kill her.
Damn, he didn't think she would act tonight, the dark guards around him were sent out, and the guards were controlled. What to do.
Does he really have to compromise, no, never.
The atmosphere of silence at once made the search for horror, and some did not dare to set the channel: "How is he so weak?"
Well, it’s the emperor. I don’t have any cards at all. I’m holding the grass. This TM is completely unscientific. It’s a good suspicion and death.
Since I am afraid of death, I will pay more attention to my own safety. It will be hard to understand if there are more or less guards.
Duanmu Kirin also frowned, and it was impossible to remember that Zhong Duanmu was able to make such a fatal mistake.
"Gui, you have to know that once you do this, your eight children will be finished. The ministers in the court will not easily believe the reasons for your fabrication."
The fine sweaty beads appeared on the forehead, and Duanmu Rongrong forced himself to calm down.
Consolation should be coming back soon, and for a little delay, you must not let them succeed.
"Ha ha ha, the emperor as your pillow, you thought you could deceive me, the emperor went directly to take the jade cover, the content we fill in."
Nothing is hesitant for Duanmu Rongrong. He can live in the harem until now, and he has dominated his special pet for so many years.
The mental means, as well as the understanding of Duanmu Rong.
He did not directly get angry, and he must be surrounded by the dark guard.
Duan Mulun has been waiting for his mother to make an order, immediately excited to go forward, no matter what his father is a face.
Immediately, he will be an emperor soon, and he will be able to sit in that position.
Open the box next to the jade, look at the golden dragon hovering inside, the hand trembled into the hand, carefully take it out.
"Duan Mulun, you have to commit the following crimes. If you take your mother away now, you will still be a good son, and you can immediately book you as a Prince."
Duanmu Yurong’s face was cold, and he was suppressed by Qiulan on the chair, and he did not forget the dying struggle.
"Father, you can't blame your son. You have been sitting in this position for so many years. You should let your son sit. You can rest assured that your son must be waiting for you."
Looking at the blank imperial in front of him, Duan Mulun did not hesitate to cover it, and the throne was his.
"You two monks, I urge you to leave now, or else..."
"Or what else is the emperor, now the emperor should worry about himself, Qiu Lan killed him, and the country does not need a king."
The noble man touched his nails, smiled at the opening of the mouth, spit out the words, and let Duanmu Rongrong tremble with fear.
Seeing that the general trend has gone, Duanmu Rongrong immediately asks for mercy: "You are not thin, you can't be so jealous and stay alive."
As long as the green hills are still there, they are not afraid of burning wood.
"Is it true that you are stupid, this time is up, you think I will leave a scourge for myself, Qiuyue, hands-on."
The eyes of the nobles are all killing, and there is no room for any discussion.
"Hey is the emperor, you can't, no..."
‘噗’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’
The autumn moon, which is ready to swear, plunges backwards, and a long arrow in the chest is inserted on it.
The chaotic and eight emperors who were shocked by this change quickly looked at the door, and the panic on the face could not be hidden.
Duanmu Kirin is a black robes with a five-pronged golden dragon on it, such as the face of Yu Wenrun, and it is now cold.
Behind him, Luo Yi was wearing a silver armor and holding a bow and arrow.
I thought that only the nobles of the two men were calming down, and they were retreated by the ministers who came in from behind.
The smugness of the face on the previous moment was clean, leaving only the long paleness, and the fear in his eyes.