The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

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"You mean, are they trying to force the Pingxi king to fight back? In the future, they are holding the emperor to command the princes ?!" Xiao An's eyes widened suddenly, "But what do they want ... How to force the Pingxi king? Pingxi king can Keeping the northwest for decades, it is not a wine bag, how can they be easily manipulated by them? "

"But what if they killed the culprit of the 20-year-old big case and held up the banner of Pingxi Wang?" Pang Yi said in a deep voice, "At that time, what is the situation of Pingxi Wang? By then, face the long lived suspicion of the long lived Lord How can he prove his innocence? At that time, the King of Pingxi could have the heart to fight for power? Long live the grandfather hasn't created a big case for twenty years, but if the officials who have peace with the King of West have not been killed and exiled? "

Xiao An's mouth was suddenly tongue-tied: "This ... this is too sinister!"

"This is just my guess," Pang Yi sighed, looking at the setting sun, while sinking his voice, "Hope not to come to this step."

Xiao Anshi also stared silently at the scarlet sun, silently reaching for Pang Yi's hand.

Yes, don't go to this step, whether it is Zhong Mingwei and Meiya, or she and Pang Yi, it is only after this that they have lived a peaceful life, don't make any changes, she is really a little thing Can't meet it.

"It's okay, it's me." It seemed to feel Xiao An's tension and fear. Pang Yi held her hand with her backhand, and leaned in to kiss Xiao An's forehead.

If at ordinary times, Xiao An's will definitely scold Pang Yi, and he is still outside, but this time, Xiao An's did not respond at all, because Pang Yi held himself like this, and Pang Yi kissed himself , She was silent for a while, and then looked up at Pang Yi: "Pang Yi, we will burn incense uphill, OK?"

"Okay, listen to you." Pang Yi stunned, and immediately agreed.

...

Jiasheng thirty-three years in June 7th.

Changbai Mountain.

Since Kong Wenmin got the news of Fang Chengyin ’s injury, he rushed over to Changbai Mountain day and night. In fact, he did n’t need to go in person. Fang Zuotang sent several bodyguards to rush over to pick them up. In the end, Kong Wenmin is not an ordinary bodyguard, and Now it is Fang Zuotang's left and right hand again. Fang Zuotang will not let him leave Ninggu Tower easily, but Kong Wenmin insisted repeatedly that his brother did not do a good job. He, a brother, must go in person to make up for it. Fang Zuotang Knowing that his temperament is the same, he didn't stop him anymore, so he told him to go early and return early. In fact, Kong Wenmin went there in person, and Fang Zuotang was more at ease.

Early this morning, when Kong Wenmin arrived at this small broken inn, Kong Wenjie was coaxing Fang Chengyin to eat.

"Just drink a little," Kong Wenjie squatted in front of the bed, really to say that he broke his mouth, "I borrowed the inn stove to boil the pork bone soup, until you are afraid of getting tired, leave all the oil, and you drink a little Are you? "

Fang Chengyin twisted his head inwards, listening to Kong Wenjie's nagging for such a long time, it was almost annoying, her back hurt so badly, especially when she went to bed last night and stumbled over like a clothes and a wound It's sticking together, let alone moving now, even if it's a big gasp, she is so painful that she gritts her teeth, where can she think of what kind of laozi pork bone soup? She now only wished she could bite off a few pieces of meat from Kong Wenjie!

Kong Wenjie said good words for a long time, but he did n’t see Fang Chengyin taking care of himself, but he was lost and guilty, but when he saw that the pork bone soup was going to be cold, he was really worried and put the pork bone soup on the side. At the table, while walking to the bed, leaning inwards, I want to see if Fang Chengyin is asleep, it does n’t matter, just look at Fang Chengyin is biting the floral pillow, a large pillow They are all wet, and I don't know if it was wet with saliva or tears.

"Is the wound hurt?" Kong Wen Jiedeng panicked, and he couldn't care about anything else. Now he opened the quilt on Fang Chengyin, and when he saw the pure white silk blouse, the touch of red, Kong Wen Jiedeng was stunned, and then looked away, looking at the girl's sweaty neck, Kong Wenjie was too busy to turn his head again, his temple jumped suddenly, not daring Look at Fang Chengyin, and when I lift my feet, I walk away. "I'll invite you to Langzhong here!"