After receiving the news from the non -smoke, the king and Murong of the king and Murong were silent.

The king stood in front of the window wore the green clothes, and the night wind swept down on the sycamore trees with the dead leaves.

The spillover between the condensation in the eyes of the star, do not have a thoughtfulness of the unique You's confusion of the man.

Murong Yan gently put on a dark purple -makeup satin fox armpit, and then gently surrounded him with a thinner body when he was in the Beichen dynasty, and said softly: "Beichen Xingxing

You have to hurt too much. Now the situation is much better than our expectations in the future! If you really can't get that soldier, with those good men in the Beichen dynasty, why not worry about not fighting against it.

The Nalan dynasty less than half of the soldiers and horses? "

Didn't she stay because of this queen's identity? Didn't she refuse herself because of her son? Why was it ...

Zi Xinhao will hold back the urge to touch some, keep the demeanor in front of Wang Ping'er, and adjust his eyes back to Wang Ping'er's face.

It is the most delicious in the world. Under the east fence of chrysanthemums, you can see Nanshan leisurely.

I hold this crescent mainland in front of me, I also disdain! "

"How about the hotness of this tea cooking?" Wang Ping'er's fingers took a cup of cup before cooking, and the green tea was placed in front of Zixinhao, the green tea, and Wang Ping'er's white jade finger.

It is so pleasing to reflect.

Hearing the last sentence of Zixinhao, Wang Ping'er held the fingers of the Baiyu Tea Cup suddenly tight. Although the action was extremely subtle, he was still keenly found by Zixinhao!

Speaking of the end, Zixinhao's eyes were dark, and he said with a bit of embarrassment: "Ping'er, do you want to tell me, you are actually for Nalanbo's old thing ..."

Zi Xinhao's complexion suddenly changed, and he stood up unbelievablely. He looked at Wang Ping'er said with a momentum: "You are actually for him, Ping'er, you are really for Nalanbo. He has already this.

To you, you still have to stay here for him. You know, more than 300 people in your Wang family have been destroyed by him, you ... "

"Blessing?" Wang Ping'er smiled coldly, and gently took a sip that the aroma but a long -lasting drizzling peak.

Water, the rain on the ground, and even ... the residue in the pig's food, and even the blood of the mice in the house, can thirst, why must it be so troublesome! But after the human heart expands

Enjoy the spiritual meat! "

Zixinhao seemed to be a bit unable to continue such a topic. Slowly put down the tea cup in his hand and said, "Ping'er, you really don't want to go with me?

What is it for? If it is for this heavenly wealth, I can give it to you. If it is for this unrestrained honor, I can also give you it. If it is for Nalan Ye, I can even take him away.

What are you unwilling to leave? "

How could the king do not understand Mu Rongxuan's meaning, but if there is no way, he would never want to use that method, but if he missed this good time, he was afraid ...

No! Perhaps if it were a stranger she had never met, she, Wang Ping'er, might even hiss. But if it were a member of the Wang clan, she, Wang Ping'er, would have nothing but a sneer and cruel pleasure!

Wang Ping'er is not the kind of beautiful woman who is stunned when she first sees her, but she is the kind of woman who can find her different charm and charm every time you look at her, just like a scripture.

Whether you look at the mountain peaks shrouded in clouds and mist from a distance or up close, you will always feel the different beauty, but you will never be able to get a glimpse of its true full picture. 13acv.

Such a woman was unexpectedly monopolized by that old man Nalanbo for twenty years. This would be an eternal pain in Zi Xinhao's heart. However, he could not express this pain, not even reveal it.

So what if they were related by blood? They were able to treat her like that and do that kind of thing. Why should she feel sad about their deaths now?

After a moment, Wang Ping'er said softly: "If you live in seclusion in a small building in the mountains, where do you get this Drizzle Maofeng? Purple Throne doesn't understand, but the name of this Drizzle Maofeng is Xiaoyu.

Before a trace of rain had touched it, the beautiful girl who was twelve years old pursed her red lips, and let the girl who picked it dry and seal it with the warmth of her chest without anyone else's hands. And the day the tea was ready,

It's Nacai

When the tea girl died. Probably because the girl had to bathe and fast three days before picking tea. She was not allowed to eat any food except drinking some mountain dew, so that she could maintain the purest body to make tea. This tea is more

It is made by absorbing the energy and spirit of girls all the time. Just this pot of tea has lost the lives of ten girls. Purple Throne, tell me, how can this tea not be delicious?"

Wang Mufei passed down from generation to generation. "That being the case, let's find an opportunity to lure Wang Ping'er out of Kunning Palace and then get rid of her!" Murong Yue's eyes flashed with a cold light. She is not a soft-hearted person.

, Compared to the people she cares about and the century-old stability of Xingyue Continent, if she is asked to deal with a person with bloody hands, Murong Yue will not have the slightest kindness in her heart.

Wang Ping'er's exquisite and delicate face, against the backdrop of the crescent moon white, is as elegant and quiet as a girl in a boudoir. Without the supreme aura when she was wearing a phoenix robe, Wang Ping'er at this time is as soft and charming as

It's like a lily after the rain. When people see it, they can't help but stop and watch it.

After a moment of silence, he finally said: "That's it, then let's do this..."

King Chen hugged Murong Yue's soft and delicate body into the dark purple satin fox armpit cloak. He warmed Murong Yue with his own body temperature. He sighed softly and said, "When I first came here, I didn't expect that.

Behind Wang Ping'er, there is actually the throne of the Mi clan. The background of the people from the Mi clan is too confusing.

Fear, if Wang Ping'er relies on this to reach a consensus with Dongli Kingdom and wants to control the Nalan Dynasty alone, once the Nalan Dynasty falls under her control, with her supreme ambition, she will definitely not let the Beichen Dynasty continue.

Sit big. By then, I'm afraid the Beichen Dynasty will fall into chaos again!"

In the past few decades, Nalanbo has been acting, and she, Wang Ping'er, has been watching the show. Later, the people watching the show turned into acting, and the people acting could not even understand the show...

When Wang Ping'er said the last sentence, there was a hint of ridicule in her bright eyes. She didn't know if she was ridiculing Zi Xinhao's words, or ridiculing the hardships of getting this tea, or...

Ridiculing myself that even a pot of tea will be stained with bright red blood...

Zi Xinhao felt as if his heart was penetrated by ten thousand swords. He couldn't believe it. The woman he loved so much had already fallen in love with another man, even if this man was her husband.

,But how could she do this to him?

"So what? What do those people from the Wang family have to do with me?" Wang Ping'er smiled coldly, with absolute coldness in her bright eyes, as if the more than 300 people in the Wang family she said were just a group of people she had never met.

Just a stranger!

Otherwise, how could it be...

In Kunning Palace, Wang Ping'er, wearing a crescent-white palace brocade gown with hanging flowers, sat in front of the tea table, calmly and calmly brewing a pot of the unique Drizzle Maofeng on the top of the Yunwu Mountain, accompanied by the light but long-lasting fragrance of tea.

A curl of mist lingered around Wang Ping'er.

Wang Ping'er smiled softly after hearing this, picked up the tea cup in front of her, and sipped it slightly, but her eyes fell on the corner of the cornice that was faintly visible outside the window. The five-clawed golden dragon pattern on the cornice was still there even though it was so far away.

Too clear to ignore.

I think back then, that bullied concubine could even fight for food with a dog. What else could she not eat? How could she go to such great lengths and spend the lives of thousands of girls every year to do this?

Making the tea weighing less than a kilogram by herself made her, Wang Ping'er, the most beloved in the harem?

After hearing Wang Ping'er's words, Zi Xinhao's eyebrows remained motionless. He kept holding the teacup with a noble demeanor and smiled calmly: "These ordinary people will die when they die. They can make Ping'er's favorite tea to solve the problem.

Ping'er's thirst is also their blessing."

Zi Xinhao sat quietly opposite Wang Ping'er, smiling at Wang Ping'er's elegant and noble every move while making tea. For Zi Xinhao, this moment was his most important moment.

happy time.

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Wang Ping'er's every move and gesture is the most beautiful scenery, the most beautiful picture that should be preserved.

It was extremely rare that she didn't throw her head back and laugh, or get excited, so how could you expect her to even say a single word about blaming Nalanbo for those beasts with human faces and animal hearts?

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Chapter completed!