The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven

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The fifty-seventh chapter is really high in IQ.

"Oh? Rarely, you will think so, very good." The night of the game heard the sound of the sound, the light of the eyes is extinguished, unpredictable.

"In addition to Shane, there is one more thing that needs to be reported to the emperor." Yao Suyi said that the peak was turning and his face was dignified.

"Sit down and say." The night of the game, Fuer, coveted, did not notice the change of Yao Suzhen's look, continue to review the memorial.

"The first two days, the courtiers learned from Yao's mouth... The Queen had left something important to Yao Yao before his death..." Yao Suzhen whispered softly, and the blind man stared at the night game. expression. Sure enough, when I heard the Queen's two words, the Zhu pen in the hands of the night game suddenly stagnated, but still did not look up at Yao Suzhen, seeing the night game, Yao Suzhen continued to speak.

"Yi Chen guessed that the empress would have already had an insight into the emperor's intentions, so that he would leave any evidence against the sky. Now the Swan and the Yao are living in Guanzhong Palace, if the important thing falls in the hands of the Sue Prince. ...."

"Imperial Emperor also believes that the IQ of Yu is far from the Queen?" The voice of the haze sounded like a **** of a death bell, and Yao Su’s voice screamed, and his heart suddenly stunned, and he unconsciously touched the emperor’s counter-scale.

"The emperor forgives sins, and the courtiers don't mean that. The courtiers are afraid that the paper can't hold the fire. If Yao Yao gets that important thing, the consequences are unimaginable. The emperor is wise, and the courtiers have no intention!" Yao Suzhen slammed On the ground, the body shakes like a sieve.

"The whole palace knows that the people have already gone to hell, except for 朕 与 与 与 与 与 与 与 与 ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ” ”!

"The emperor is alive, and the courtier is just worried about things..."

"Then don't let the things happen!" ‘咔嚓’, Zhu pen broke from the middle, leaving a long red touch on the memorial. The night’s slamming slamming hand, the broken Zhu pen suddenly fell in front of Yao Suzhen.

"Chen Chen knows... Chen Hao promised to bury this matter in his heart, no no no... Chen Hao has no idea what happened..." Yao Su swears incoherently, such as Chicken glutinous rice like a desperate hoe.

"Go down!" The night game snorted, and Yao Suzhen climbed out of the royal study as if he were special. Seeing that the door was closed, the night game was tight and the hands were folded. The next second, the smashed hand smashed the play in the hand and smashed it out. The entire royal study room seemed to raise a piece of cotton wool.

In the palace, the night Junqing looked at Yao Mozhen, who kept delivering food to his mouth, could not help but be cold.

"Some people really don't know how many times they have!" It is difficult for Ye Junqing to compare Yao Mozhen, who is now alive and kicking, to the horrible white man who was planted in his arms last night.

"Mo Zhen always thought that Wang Ye was annoying to Mo Zhen. If Mo Zhen died, Wang Ye is likely to have a lantern, and the drums are ringing. Now it seems that Mo Zhen is a gentleman's belly." Yao Mozhen does not care about the shackles in the night, and raises his eyebrows to look at the night, and the color is clear and clear.

"On this point, the king wants to explain, Yao Yi has always thought it right! If Yao Yao was fainted in the barren hills haunted by the wolves last night, the king will leave alone, and it is non-stop!" Night Jun Qing solemnly said. Yao Mozhen took a look at the lips and never knew that the night Junqing had such a poisonous side. What he said was really shameful.

"Cough... It was really difficult for the prince last night. With this alone, Mo Zhen would have to give a tribute to the prince, to express his gratitude!" Yao Mo slammed, not resting slowly Bamboo chopsticks, slowly rising up, respectful, sincere and embarrassing toward the night Jun Qing handcuffed three scorpions, its shape is like incense.