MTL - Why Harem Intrigue When You Can Just Raise a Dog Instead-Chapter 59 Change

The two hugged together and the silhouette cast on the ground merged into one, inseparable. Waiting for the great joy in the past, the faint sorrow came to my mind, and Meng Sang slammed his eyes and tried to hold back the tears in his eyes. My father is fine, but Abao is never there. No one knows how important Abao is to her. He went, and in order to prevent others from getting sick, she could not show her sorrow. Since there is a chance to vent, then, tonight, at this moment, please allow her to pay homage to him in his heart.

"Mulberry?" Feeling the damp heat from the neck, Zhou Wudi frowned, holding her knees and lifting her cheeks. The face of Bai Yan has already burst into tears, and the always strong woman is crying silently.

"What's wrong with this? Well? There is something to say to you!" The tone of the man was very depressing. Although the face of the pear with rain was beautiful, he didn't like it very much!

"Nothing, I... Chen Yu is so happy, happy to cry with joy!" Meng Sangyu quickly wiped his tears, and the fragile state disappeared instantly, like an illusion. After returning from the great joys and sorrows, she realized that her feet were stepping on the man's dragon boots, her hands were wrapped around his neck, and the relatives were too much.

Three years into the palace, this is her first time, or in front of this man, she was a little surprised, can not deny that someone sharing happiness and sadness with himself is very good. People sometimes suppress for too long and really need to vent.

"Is it?" The man blinked, not arbitrarily, bowing his head to kiss her damp eye, and licking the bitter residue left on it.

"Emperor..." Meng Sang sang open his mouth, his expression was a little uncomfortable, but he was blocked by the man's overwhelmed tongue and became a seductive shackle. There is no other sound in the room except the lips and tongues.

Feng Wei and Jin Yushou waited at the door and heard the sound inside. Feng Xiao was slightly uncomfortable, but Jin Hao was not moving. After another half of the tea, Jin Jin saw almost, went up and knocked on the door, whispered, "Imperial, time is not early, you should go back. The Queen Mother said to her, here is Ci Ning Palace is not the place to stay."

Emperor Zhou Wu was putting his hand into the mulberry plaque, kneading **** her rounded hemisphere, and buried her head in her neck. After all, the two are adults, and they are relaxed and empty. Kim Min’s reminder is like a curse that instantly breaks the hot and chic interior. Meng Sangqi returned to the soul, quickly pushed the man away, and the light shone. She was actually confused by this man!

Damn it! Zhou Wudi red eyes and low curse, sang sang into his arms and buckled, dumb voice, "Let 朕 hold for a while!"

Feeling that the man arrived at the hard object of his waist, Meng Sangzhen did not dare to move, let him hold. Strong feelings - want to retreat, faint warmth and warmth in the cool air.

"朕走了,送朕." Buried in the woman's neck and took a deep breath, Zhou Wudi raised his head and overbearing orders.

Meng Sang squatted and promised to wear a big shackle. The man had already picked up his robes and dressed for her. At the end of the squat, he took her small jade feet and put on her socks and embroidered shoes. The movement was extremely natural. Skilled, it seems to have done thousands of times. Meng Sangyu coveted his movements, his eyes could not tell the complexity. If this person is not an emperor, she will be really sincere, even if it is flaunting the modernity of monogamy, such gentle care is also rare.

Dressed neatly, the man smiled and straightened her hair on her cheeks, and wrapped her in a tight shackle, which led her hand to push the door open. Feng Wei and Jin Hao are like two door gods. They are guarded by one left and one right. Chang Xi, who is run to the corner, is bowing his head and sympathizing with his face. When the intimacy with the wife is also limited, the emperor is really wrong!

"Calling the imperial concubine to go to the gate of the palace, waiting for the sang and the mulberry to go." Zhou Wudi ordered the Changxi.

Chang Xi Yingnuo, see the two joined hands in the snow, and quickly stepped forward to support the umbrella.

The new snow is very clean and clear. It is as soft as cotton, and it will make a crisp sound. It is very interesting in the ear. The hand is tightly buckled by the man. The fingers are intertwined and share each other's body temperature. The two lines of footsteps at the foot stretched in parallel on the snow that had never been stepped on, intimate. There is no use and calculation, no illusion and falsehood. This is the first time Meng Sangzhen has been calm with men, and the feeling in his heart is very subtle.

"Just send it here, go back." Although I tried to slow down as much as possible, but the palace door will soon arrive, Zhou Wudi carefully took care of her, took a few snowflakes on her shoulder, and softly opened.

"Chen Chen sent the emperor." Meng Sang squatted and bowed, seeing the man did not move, looked up and asked with his eyes. It is reasonable to wait until the man’s imperial concubine disappears before she can leave.

"You go first, look at you here." Zhou Wudi pinched her reddish nose, and her tone was difficult to conceal. She saw her eyebrows slightly, and wanted to push her back. She turned her around. "Let's go, wait for you to go and walk again." The strong tone is not to be rejected.

Meng Sangqi nodded and walked forward for a while, turned around, and the man stood at the gate of the palace and looked at her. She saw her look back, raised her hand and waved, as if urging her to go back soon. Meeting Feng Wei, who was wearing an umbrella, Meng Sang’s mouth opened with a smile. Although this man is so bad, there is one thing that others can't match. He said that the promise of export will never fail. I will definitely help myself find my father, and I will tell myself the first time, he has done it. She really appreciates it.

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On the following day, the emperor’s injury was great and he resumed the early dynasty. At three o'clock, the ministers stood in the brightly lit Hall of Supreme Harmony, waiting for the emperor to come. Civil and military officials are ranked according to the level of the grade, and they are clearly defined. If you are in peacetime, you should not be chilled by each other, but the atmosphere at the moment is extremely gloomy. Many people are embarrassed and worried.

The emperor did not delay government affairs in his illness, but his decrees were distributed by special personnel. The ministers did not feel much. It was not until the day of the last dynasty that the emperor’s handwriting was large.

The whole temple can be said to be completely new, and there are many strange faces, all of which come from the cold door. They are also important positions, only used by the emperors. The power of the noble family in the temple is not even rooted, but it is also difficult to create. Become a climate. This made many officials who rely on their ancestors to climb up and feel uneasy. The most striking is also the Jun Junwei who stands in the ranks of the military commanders. His identity as the Guardian and Jin Yiwei was enough to make people look good. Even his father, Qi Guogong, used his fearful eyes to look at his cold silhouette. The son who had been abandoned by him had already stepped on his feet. I don’t know how many people were laughing at the back of the Qiguo government. They had sesame seeds and lost watermelon.

After a while, the sings of the "Emperor's Drive" came from the temple. Everyone looked positive and immediately retracted their minds.

"Flat." The man's low voice was uploaded from the throne, and the majesty of the emperor alone made the air in the hall even heavier.

"There is a starter, no retreat!" Changxi shouted with a sharp sigh.

"Returning to the emperor, Meng Guogong and General Han have been found in Mushuitan yesterday. Both of them are safe and sound. After receiving the news, King Yeh Khan made a request to the DPRK and asked the emperor to decide." Looking back.

"How do you see?" Zhou Wudi's sharp vision swept under the seat, and everyone shunned. Nowadays, after a period of indulgence, the emperor returned to the power of the sword, sharp and stunned. If he did not try to figure out his mind, no one dared to answer. Negotiations and the practice of dealing with bilateral relations between Da Zhou and the barbarians have never changed. However, the expression of the emperor is hidden and murderous. Many people have new ideas and are thinking about using words.

"There is no such idea. What do you want to use?" The silence under the seat, the man's voice is cold.

"Opening the emperor, the court thought that our army should fight blood in the end." A strange face is out, and the young face is stunned by the nascent shackles.

"Blood battle in the end." The man chewed the words with a playful taste, and the familiar and thick voice made the young man who was listed look up. Realizing that he had committed the taboo of looking directly at the holy face, he was busy burying his head and his face was horrified. Isn't this the voice of Han Hai? Reminiscent of the personal relationship between the boss and the emperor, he slightly turned his head and went to the side of Qi Junwei. Yan Junwei blinked at him.

"You are Meng Yanzhou?" The thick voice was ringing again.

The young man, that is, Meng Yanzhou, has a hard scalp. "Returning to the emperor, the micro-committee is the newly appointed Jin Yiwei, deputy commander Meng Yanzhou."

"Good! A **** battle in the end! Meng Yanzhou really has the wind of the father!" Zhou Wudi laughed, and the atmosphere in the hall was swept away.

"The sect of the sect, the slogan of the slogan to the border, so that our army **** battle in the end, stepping over the Yelu Emperor!" The man waved his hand and decided to make a decision.

Meng Yanzhou retired to Qi Junwei and secretly sighed. This was his first time in the DPRK, but he was really afraid of angering Longyan. Yan Junwei smiled, this kid is too nervous, but if his sister is there, as long as he does not rebel, the prosperity of this life can not run.

It is said that the eldest son of Meng Guogong is a trousers who does not learn anything. Today, Meng Yanzhou’s performance in the court was seen, and the ministers changed. I thought that the Meng family was going to fall, but did not want to come to a peak, not only the return of Meng Guo, but also the son of the emperor, it is a good luck!

After handling the war, under the imperial concession, several censorships were listed, and the officials who had been slammed into the sect of the sect of the sect of the sect, listened to the sins of the sects listed by the priests, and were smothered by the ministers who were named. A discerning person has already seen that the emperor is going to make a big move.

Sure enough, after reading the magazines, the emperor was furious and ordered Jin Yiwei to strictly investigate the relevant people. If the crime was implemented, there were many families in Beijing who did not know how many families were going to copy the blood, and the blood flowed into the river.

Turning a blind eye to the help-seeking eyes of his old man, Yan Junwei took the lead. Looking at the murderous Jin Yiwei and the empress's satisfied expression, many people have soft legs and feet, and their hearts are finished!

In Taishifu, Shen Taishi stared at several secret letters on the table and his face was pale. These are the secret letters of help that he sent to the Shen family in the recent days, and they were sent back from the original, and they were placed on the desk, and the warning was very obvious.

He has long been a bird in the cage, and he has no choice but to wait for the ruling of the emperor.

Thinking of what he and his daughter did, Shen Taishi regretted it, but a moment of effort burst into tears and passed out. The little sister outside the door skillfully put him into the room, invited the best doctor, and sent the best soup to heal. The emperor had a decree that he had to live well before the secret guards brought him back to the enemy to sell the country.