The Cold Regent Keeps a Fox as a Consort

Ji Yunxue looked up, and there were tear marks on the stunning face. She frowned and blushing. She said urgently, "Sister, how can this be? After all, it is the child of His Royal Highness!"

Although she also wants to marry the prince, but see the child... her heart... her heart is so uncomfortable...

Ji Guiyu flashed a dark light: "It is for the Nanling Kingdom's Chu Jun, no matter whether the harem or the child is not less, what is a child counted? Cher, you are too kind, how can your sister stay at ease? This murder is not seen in the harem? If you learn not to be ruthless, even if you become the righteousness of Nangong, you may not be able to keep your child in the future."

The words behind Ji Guifei were a bit heavy and continued: "Xue, if you really like Nangong, you can't, you must learn to eradicate all obstacles and be an indispensable woman around him. Do you understand?"

Ji Yunxue looked at Ji Guifei with some stunned look. She thought of Xiao Xiao’s tender and cute face. She hesitated: "But my sister, the child has lost her mother. If there is no serious identity shelter, it would be pitiful..."

Ji Guiyan raised his hand, and when the slap was about to fall on the face of Ji Yunxue, he paused and shook slightly. There was a depressed feeling of hating iron and not steel. "You pity that she lost her mother, then wait for Nangong to let the emperor seal. She is the county owner, her short-lived mother is dead, and you, Ji Yunxue, nothing."

Ji Yunxue's face was white and white, and the delicate lips kept shaking, and he wanted to cry.

Ji Guizhen’s sympathy for Ji Yunxue was gone, Shen Sheng said: “This harem is not for you. Look at this palace, you will go back tomorrow!”

Say it! Ji Guizhen looked at Ji Yunxue, who did not see the tears, and turned and left.

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The curtains of the night, the East Palace, the room, the candlelight is extinguished.

Xiao Yu sat on the edge of the bed, a pair of short legs swaying along the bed, black eyes glaring at the Nangong Temple sitting in front of her.

When Nangong arrived in her room, she took the jade face, the picturesque face, some cold, the black moon like the moon, and now watching Xiao Xiao quietly, giving Xiao Yu an invisible oppression. sense.

Xiao Yu deliberately avoided the eyes of Nangong, these eyes are very strange, for a long time, there are male demon ghosts, will come to catch her soul.

"Is this palace yours?"

Nangong 湚 did not hold back, opened his mouth first, and his heart was stagnation.

The little man in front of him, although he seems to be only ten years old, is he only weak-aged. Is it difficult for him to give birth to her when he was ten?

He gave a zero to the lie, but the outside person believed.

Xiao Yu’s black eyes turned and knew that this thing would be known to him. I didn’t expect it to pass to his ear so soon.

Xiao Xiaoyin smiled and said with a tender voice: "Hey."

The sound of the "爹" called Nangong is even more stagnation.

He laughed: "Okay! This palace has such a big daughter."

Xiao Yu smiled at him with a cold smile. He felt a little hairy. He thought that the slave was in this East Palace. He would come over in a short while, and she suddenly straightened her waist.

"The things in the palace are not counted, Nangong, if you have to rely on me, say that I am your prince, I will call you."

Nangong laughed and got angry. In her heart, he is such a rogue person? Do you have to rely on her?

"After half a month is the canonization ceremony, you continue to shout! You can only call for half a month."

Xiao Yu seems to have been scared, half a month? So fast?

Seeing the resoluteness of the Nangong Temple, Xiao Yu quickly caught his look and screamed at the corner: "The Prince of the Prince of Xiling State Hall has to be chaotic, and no one can stop it, but you will become the laughing stock of the world after the meal. ""

Nangong 湚 suddenly approached Xiao Yu, and the big palm pressed on the back of her little hand on her bed, preventing her from retreating: "It is not the palace that is the laughing stock. If you insist on it, the palace will accompany you to the end."

Xiao Yu looked at the Nangong Temple, which was arrogant in front of him, and the gentle appearance of the past was gone. Q8zc

"Nangong Temple, this is your nature! It is natural to like to plunder, but pretend to be a gentle and elegant look."

Nangong was awkward. After a while, he looked at her and said, "Hey, you always have the ability to drive people crazy."

"You said this ridiculously, what am I forcing you? From beginning to end, I seem to have done nothing to you? It is you, isn't it just wanting the blood on my body to save your mother?" Big strength? You said in a straightforward way, I may not agree, I will respect you as a gentleman. But now, can you feel your own despicable?"

Nangong 湚 black 眸 flashed over the haze: "This palace really wants to block your little mouth."

Xiao Yu scared and slammed his mouth, and laughed at Nangong.

"Hey, you can rest assured that this palace will not be good, and will not touch you now." After the big marriage, he will give her an unforgettable night.

Nangong 湚 glanced at the little girl's small body, this little fox, even if he had the heart to want to raise her for a few more years, after she "cooked" and then swear, I am afraid it is not possible, this little fox face is innocent But it is a very small thing.

Xiao Yu was very uncomfortable to be swept by his eyes. He said that he would not touch her now, but what does it mean to have such an explicit look?

Is it because you want to seal the Prince?

Xiao Yu’s heart was shocked, not it! The appearance of Nangong Temple seems to be mild, but the inner inside is even more abnormal than Feng Lingran? Feng Lingran is only eating her little mouth, but Nangong is thinking... to her?

When the slave came in, he saw such a scene. Nangong stared at Xiao Yu, as if a wolf stared at the little white rabbit, and his poor lady sipped a small mouth, as if he would be eaten by the white wolf at any time. ......

"Nangong Temple, it is not early, you can go to sleep."

The slave was very unhappy and rushed. The guy who was not stunned, when he went out, sneaked into the lady’s room.

Nangong did not say anything. In front of the slaves, there was no shelf for the prince. He got up and looked at Xiao Yu with a meaningful look. He left.

The slaves waited for Nangong to leave, and snorted at the door, turning to Xiao Yu on the bed: "Miss, what the **** is doing? Did he do something to you?"

Xiao Yu put his hand down and shook his head.

"Nu, have you heard anything after you went out?"

The slave nodded, sitting at the bedside of Xiao Yu, and holding her on her lap, the picture was very harmonious.

"Ji Guizheng asked for the purpose, and assigned Ji Yunxue to Nangong Temple. This young lady would not have to marry the bastard."

The slaves are in a good mood. Ji Guizhen can become the most favored nephew of the emperor today. This method should not be underestimated, but these are not the focus of slavery care. As long as the lady does not marry Nangong, it is better to wait for it. After the antidote, he took the lady to leave the ghost place.

"Ah?" Xiao Yu was very surprised. Just now, Nan Gongyi said that she would be enshrined as a Prince after half a month? Is it lie to her?

Xiao Yu was shocked, a little excited, and could not help but suffer from heart cramps. This is sour and refreshed and cried directly: "Nu, what are you talking about?"

"It’s true." The slave’s fingers wiped the teardrops on Xiao’s cheeks and continued: “Ji Guizhen is the sister of Ji Yunxue’s dear, and she has a pillow in front of the emperor’s faint emperor. This is the iron plate. The embarrassing facts."

"Great, don't have to marry Nangong."

Xiao Yu excitedly embraced the slave and sniffed the medicinal scent of him. Xiao Yan felt comfortable.

"Miss rest assured! Nangong is even more idiotic than Feng Ling, and the slave is dead and will not let you marry him."

Xiao Yu’s mouth is slightly undetectable, and the slaves are smashing the South Palace. Why are you dragging Feng Lingran together?

At night, Xiao Xiao felt that the body was a little hot, and the little hand waved the quilt, but after a while, the heat was not dissipated, but it was getting stronger.

Xiao Yu was gasping, and the little man was conscious of the clothes on his body.

The slaves kept at the door and heard the subtle voice inside. He immediately opened his eyes, and the twilight was dim, and the door was pushed in.

The slave saw the Xiao Yu on the bed taking off his clothes, revealing a half-faced jade skin. His demon face was slightly red, and quickly walked over to the bed, and the quilt covered her exposed skin, pointed fingers. In the pulse of Xiao Yu.

At this moment, Xiao Yu’s pulse was very chaotic, and several airflows ran across her body and could not find an exit.

Xiao Yu felt that there was something on her body that made her hotter. She kicked her quilt hard and her hands kept swaying.

The quilt quickly slipped down and she gasped more heavily.

The slaves are dark and dark, and there is no way to take Xiao Yu. More is worried about Xiao Qian’s body. How can her body smell so messy? According to common sense, when Xiao Yu’s **** is gone, Miss will gradually recover as it was, and should not be so chaotic!

Xiao Yu’s body is getting hotter and hotter, and even some hot slaves’ hands, slaves are eager to keep their eyebrows. In this way, Miss may not support it...

The slaves were dull, and they opened Xiao Xiao’s clothes. They faced a little pink body in the jade color. He was in a bright and unconstrained manner. Without a little bit of other thoughts, the palm of his hand was stuck in the middle of Xiao Yu’s back, and a force would have to cross. When she is in her body...

"Stop, do you want her to explode and die?"

A demon voice came from Xiao Yu’s body.

The slave retracted his hand, and the internal force countered. He spit out a blood. The peach blossom stared at Xiao Yu’s body and said, “What the ghost? Get out.”

A purple gas floated out of Xiao Yu's eyebrows and turned into a purple man.

"Feng Lingran?" The slave looked at the handsome face who was familiar with him and wanted to die: "You are a mean and shameless thing, the **** of the gods is actually mixed into the lady, what is your heart?"

The purple coat is not strange that the slave can see him. The demon laughs and says: "You admit the wrong person, the deity is not Feng Lingran, the deity is the master of this little fox."

The slave was slightly surprised, and the peach blossoms stared at the purple dress in disbelief. After a while, the suspicion in his eyes disappeared: "Are you a soul?"

Purple clothes nodded, he was a ghost in this world, lost his memory, until Xiao Yu appeared, he knew that he could also be seen...