Yitai is a very leisurely woman. She loves beauty and cleanliness. The room is decorated like a flower house. The fragrant flowers are blowing in the face, so Han Han will forget that this is the Longtan Tiger Cave.

I saw that I was too lazy to sit on the main seat. Although it was forty years old, it was well maintained, and the eyes were deep, and a pair of beautiful phoenixes showed a strong charm. The noble lazy was like a queen.

When Han Han entered the door, she stared at it, secretly, and the wife was really beautiful. She didn’t look so annoying as before. If it wasn’t for the Queen’s wife, she would still like it.

Let's take a look at Yi Tai, Han Han eyes on the nose and nose, and walked quickly to the side of Long Fei.

"Non-night, when did you return last night, don't say hello to your mother-in-law, wait for you for a day." Yi Taihao lazily opened his mouth.

"Is there something?" Long asked at night, and the mood was finally human.

"There is nothing wrong with it. I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you." Yi Taixiao smiled.

Han Yu’s heart was completely cold. On the day of the big wedding yesterday, did the mother and son not know? Who is singing one and disgusting?

I still had a little hope for the dragon and the night, and now it is completely disillusioned. It’s not a blessing, it’s a curse, it’s a curse, but what about it, she has experienced everything.

Who knows, at this time, the dragon came out of the sleeve and pulled out a white handkerchief from both sides of the sleeve, and both hands were presented, "falling red, please ask the mother."

This thing is out,

Someone in the place came over, Han Han was the closest, the most clear, I saw that the handkerchief was stacked into thick squares, the top side was clean and pure white.

Just looking at it, she lost her head and was ready to accept the question of Yi Taizhen. As soon as Murong saw it, she secretly let her breath. She knew that Qin Wang would not touch this woman, but because she wanted to join together. The palace, just by the way with her, should be too embarrassed.

Murong was like a glance, and the old man quickly stepped forward to take down the red par, and handed it to Yi Tai.

I should have a look at it, and I will face my face. "Bride, what happened? His Royal Highness returned last night. How do you serve?"

While questioning, while casually picking up the red Pacha, who knows, this provokes, immediately there is a red on the white silk.

"Ah!" Yi Tai can't help but scream, and when I look at it, it's really blood!

Han Han raised his head and saw the red and red!

This... my God!

Her incredible dragons look at the night, this man is still expressionless, cold and ice, but Han Han's heart is inexplicably warm.

Dragon is not night, you are enough, enough, really, thank you!

"The mother-in-law has also seen it, come and go to the palace."

The command of the dragon and the night is not even dare to violate the people who are too embarrassed, and the old man is busy with the plate to collect it.

After a bit of weirdness, I didn’t want to let go.

She looked at Murong with a meaningful look, and seemed to ask, Han Han will not use her magic to confuse her son? My son has never been moved by beauty!

That red is like Murong like a thorn in the eye, so she hurts so much, she doesn't believe it, she never believes it!

Take away the red par, the hot tea comes up.

"Wang Hao Niangniang respects the Taisang Niangni Tea."

With the affirmation of the dragon and the night, Han Yu has a lot of enthusiasm. She steadily picks up the cup and respectfully worships the worship. "Chen Han’s wife, please give it to the mother, and the mother is a thousand years old. Chitose!"

Yi Tai’s eyes were turning and I was stunned by the dragon’s eyes. Although I was reluctant to understand, I still gave my son a face. She took the tea and drank it, and rewarded a blue jade scorpion. Han Han put on, faintly said, "There is nothing to be confessed to you in this palace. You just have to remember that no matter what you say, you can't humiliate the palace and your highness."

"Yes, the courtiers keep in mind." Han Yu answered seriously.

"Straight." Yi Taiyu said, beckoning to make Nangong feel like coming over, "Like, you are a junior, give you a cup of tea."

"Yes." Murong is like that voice is soft and awkward, always showing three points of pity, as if who bullied her. She took the hot tea and walked toward Han Han step by step. Under the softness, she flashed a hate.

(End of this chapter)