Poisonous Peasant ‘Concubine’

The action of Yan Yi is still very fast. While Ling Jingxuan has given the child medicine, several people have been thrown in front of him, thinking with his ass. I also know that they have something to do with Xiaolianli, let alone Sikong and others, that is, other people who are in the hall can’t help but glare at them. If they are not, why are they? As for the cockroaches here, scared to death? "Shanzi, give the milk to the drug, and temporarily feed the child before the poison in her body is cleaned."

A glance at the resentful milkmaid, Ling Jingxuan said while walking down to the table to sit down, not thinking about changing her mother, but how to change it... Who can guarantee that the next one is good, will not be designed? This milkmaid is a little careless. Fortunately, there is no bad eye, it is really a painful child, and she has nothing to give her a relationship. Besides, he only intends to let the child eat 10 months of breast milk. After ten months, To give him a weaning, it is too much trouble to find a new nurse.

"Thank you, Wang Hao, thank you Wang Hao..."

The milkmaid cried and cried and gave him a hoe. He was willing to use her to represent him and believe her. In the future, she will be more careful, and she will never let others borrow her hand to murder the young king.

"Go with the mountain, and you should pay special attention to your food in the future. Regardless of whether you have left the government or not, you will go to the doctor to give you a pulse every three days. If you have no problem, you will breastfeed the small group. This time, you will check it. In the end, the Milk House will definitely have a record of this matter, but you can rest assured that as long as you take good care of the small county king, the Bunny House will help you deal with it, and will not leave any stigma."

These people are all cultivated by the milk house. If there is a problem, the milk house will also bear the responsibility. Since he does not intend to use her, he will help him to settle the milk house, so that she will not let her go.

"Yes, thank you Wang Hao."

The milkmaid stood up and gave him a slap, and then he left the hall with Zhao Shan. Ling Jingxuan’s cold eyes swept a few people shivering on the ground and waved his hand: “Why should other people go, Yan Yi, During this period, can someone try to leave the government?" I received an amnesty order, and people standing up and down on the ground stood up and left.

"No, these few people are all the rough people in the backyard. Without Xiaolian's briefing, they still don't know what happened in the main courtyard."

Before Yan Yihu’s face, Wang Ye’s departure just happened. When the prince came back, he did not reveal their skin.

"Is it? They are a group of people. Who are they going to contact with when they usually go abroad? Or who is going to the house?"

When the rice was not full, he was busy for a long time. Ling Jingxuan took the tea from the table and poured it. It is estimated that there will be tossing tonight, but since he can't sleep, some people will not even want to sleep.

"Every time they go to the same place, the new family, Zhang Shu, is the home of the three emperors."

Yesterday, after Shaw was abolished, the remaining three monks were upgraded to the position. The mother of the Three Emperors was originally a German, and now it is already a Shu, and the new De Chu Chu Yunhan has not been decided.

"Zhang Jia."

That Mrs. Zhang’s wife seemed to humiliate him yesterday. The old lady of Zhang’s family was high-end from beginning to end. She looked disdainful with them. He thought they were so noble. It turned out to be a stealing dog. The young, narrow and charming Dan Fengyan’s eyes glanced at the people who were shaking on the ground. It seems that there are still a lot of people who are coming in. It’s true that they are dead. So, he will 'live' and show them back. It is.

"You can plead guilty?"

"Wang Hao, the minions are the ones who used to know Xiaolian girls. When they usually rest, they only talked about it. As for the slaves who went to the house to go to Zhangjia, they were even more embarrassed. The slaves’ fellows happened to be doing things in Zhangjia. The minions were looking for him. of."

A man in his thirties suddenly jumped out and shouted. Others seemed to have seen hope and looked up at him. Ling Jingxuan couldn’t help but sneer: "It seems that you are not seeing the coffin without tears. The tricks of the children are dare to get to the front of Benedict to show off."

"When Wang Wei does not believe, he can send people to Zhang Jiacha, and the slaves of the slaves are called Wangfu."

At first glance, it is a slave, and the mouth is full of smashing. Maybe people still use Ling Jingxuan as an ordinary farmer. They don’t put him in the bottom of his eyes.

"It’s a slap in the mouth, don’t know how long you can get it?”

When the voice fell, the right hand gently flicked, and a layer of colorless and odorless powder flew out, and people with bad eyes could not see it.

"The slaves don't dare, Wang Hao, you are the main sorrow and pain..."

The slaves still want to talk to him, but when they haven't finished talking, their faces have changed, and the whole person has fallen to the ground in pain. The rest of the people have seen their eyes wide open.

"Ah, it hurts.

The slave who fell to the ground painfully grabbed his neck, and the sharp screams sounded intermittently. After a while, the seven holes slowly flowed out of the blood, and the remaining few people almost fainted. Ling Jingxuan got up and squatted in front of him. The finger was stained with some blood, and then it was applied to him. He looked down at the butterfly ant and looked down at him: "There is a saying that you are right, Benedict is the master, and the master wants the life of the slave. reason?"

A minion still wants to talk to him. Is he too overestimating himself or is he too despised? Even if he never had any class concept, he would feel that he would lose the price if he bickered with him. Anyway, the slaves are several, and it is enough for him to only need one.

"Hey. Rao spares. Wang Haorao...Life..."

Finally, I knew that I was scared. The man who was crouching on the ground was bleeding and tears. The blood continued to flow out of his seven holes. Several people next to him could smell the rich blood, especially when he saw him getting more and more painful. The minions were scared, and at this time, Ling Jingxuan not only did not have any soft meaning, but stood up and went back.

Sikong and others looked at them with sarcasm, and with Shen Xuan, he was not looking for death? In order to change the mood of Jingxuan, I might still take care of them. I don’t see any change in his face today. I can’t say how angry I am. Even if they see that the small group has been sinned, it’s like what it’s like, let alone his pro. Hey, I don’t think some people think about it today.

"Ah."

The man’s screams rose sharply, and a blood spurted out. The whole person stiffened a few times. Finally, the big eyes stopped all movements and squats, and the hall was quiet. You don’t have to look at it, that person should be dead. It is.

"Tow it down."

"Yes"

Zhu Guanshi waved a hand, and a few rough made the man's body dragged out. The eyes of Ling Jingxuan slowly swept over the remaining four people, and the thin lips almost cruelly squirmed: "Who is next? Clearly answer, Ben is not so good patience to accompany you slowly."

It sounds like a soft voice, but it is mixed with the indescribable killing, and the four people are fierce and eager to climb up.

"Wang Hao spared, the slaves honestly said that the slaves were sent to the palace by Zhang family seven years ago. Zhang Daren asked the slaves to pay attention to the movement of the palace. If there is any abnormality, he will report to him at any time."

"The slave is a six-year advance..."

"The slaves came in not long ago, when the capital city rumors that Wang Hao was coming back, Zhang Daren said... I can't leave the son of the prince, let the minions and Xiaolian find opportunities to kill the world and the young kings..."

"The slave.

Let them be so scared, the four rushed to explain their tasks, Ling Jingxuan’s sneer slowly disappeared, can not leave the son of the prince? Do they think that there is no child in Rui Rui, and the throne can turn to the three emperors of their family? Oh, that's it, he will get rid of them.

"Yan Yi, let them draw, carefully watch them, whoever is dead, Benedict is asking for you."

When he stood up, Ling Jingxuan was full of Xiao Xiao, and he didn’t know when he came to his side. The green eyes stared at him for a moment, and the meaning was already obvious. Ling Jingxuan reached out and touched its head: "Old Wolf We went to Zhangjia together."

Dare to beat his son's idea, he not only wants to take him, Ming he will go to the church in person, completely destroying all their hopes.

"Hey!"

The wolf screamed and looked up, even if the person who had been used to it could not help but shake his body, Yan Yi directly led people to tie up the four slaves and five flowers: "Wang Hao, is it not good to have a family?" ”

Don't look at him like this, his face is clearly flashing and looking forward, Ling Jingxuan is not angry with him: "He has dared to kill my son, what is wrong?"

Isn't it that she is afraid of Shu Shu to find the emperor to cry, and the ministers crusade him? A cockroach without a maiden, it is easier to kill her than to kill an ant. Which minister would dare to crusade him, he will pack poison to his eldest son to eat, and see if he will be sensible after he dies. The child is his bottom line. Since they stepped on his bottom line, don't blame him for being rude. Even if the emperor made irresponsible remarks, he wouldn't mind sending his sons to the West, as long as they can accept it calmly. He is willing to accept their accusations.

"Puff puff."

Not long after, there was a uniform footstep outside the hall, and everyone’s eyes turned around in the same way. I saw wearing a camouflage uniform and holding a miniature rifle in my hand. Every rifle on the rifle was trained and ran. Together with them, there is the panting Lingyun. Xue Wuyang, who recognizes their identity, can't help but shrink. Are they really the group of people who brought him out of the prison? Just a month's effort, how did he train them? They are tall and strong, at least one size bigger than a month ago. The spirit is even more energetic. It is already a different group of people, and the weapons on their hands. What is it? The sound that often sounds in the palace is the weapon that came out?

"The Thunder team is fully assembled, please ask the master to assign tasks."

As the captain's Qin Muyan, with his guns and arrogance, he walked in, the comfortable and wear-resistant leather shoes walked on the ground, and the modern camouflage clothes made him multiply, removing the golden crown fixed hair and dazzling. At first glance, it was a bit of a modern militaryman’s feeling. Lingyun, who ran with them, ran to Ling Jingxuan, and she didn’t blame her for being too small. She was still a big niece who had never married, and came with a group of men. It’s strange.

"Is the weaponry all in line?"

Ling Jingxuan stood up and walked over. His eyes swept over his body. In addition to the rifle in his hand, he had already had a good spur. He also had several full clips on his waist. The marching bag behind him was also bulging. It is not difficult to imagine what is inside, and he is still tied with his hand on his leg. The preparation is quite adequate.