Holding her little hand, King Yizun leaned down and whispered in her ear, "In case of being sentenced to prison, you must wait at home for me to stay home, not to remarry, not to think Other men."

Xuanyuanyao, is this a joke?

It's really funny.

Jixiang pinched his waist, "Princess Ben wants to see, which officials dare to marry Long Guang Guobing Marshal Ma, Yi Zun Wang Xuanyuan Yao put on shackles."

The voice fell, and behind the carriage, the bodyguard who ran with little effort arrived. [

Black crushed, Qi Xie, standing behind Xuanyuan Yao, accused in the mouth, "Wang Ye, his subordinates are late, involving the master and being frightened, willing to accept the punishment."

A pitiful group of soldiers who were only responsible for walking on the streets and maintaining law and order, looked at each other, but no one dared to come forward to answer the call.

King Yi Yi?

This is the soldier and horse lord who is stationed in the border town and calls the crying father of the Northern Kingdom?

How could it be so young, the scholar was dressed up, and he was very suspicious, except for the cold eyes that showed blood outside, he really couldn't see that he was a marshal of the leader.

How to do?

What should I do now?

The prince killed people on the street and happened to ask them to take care of the business. Oops, besides having a much younger appearance than rumor, the King Yizun's means of action are consistent, ruthless and ruthless, and he is ruthless and takes life as a mustard.

I don’t remember who dropped the weapon first.

One, two, three. . .

Ping pong ping pong endlessly.

A courageous chatter came together and said, "Uncle, can you show something that represents your identity? We are all errand soldiers, whose duties are in the body, but it is not intentional to pass you."

A bodyguard reached out to stop the person, forbidden to approach him, and with a cold face, he untied the waist tag and almost stuck it to the soldier's face.