Chapter 1572 The Little Palace Lady of the Mentally Retarded Prince (79)

Burnt and burned, and burned a hundred.

Niang's, this red line doesn't just make it impossible to walk.

The spur tasks are stuck because of the red line.

Caused insufficient memory.

If you don't break this stuff, come back a hundred times in the next time.

Is it still alive?

By the way, what is the host's good feelings for fifty-five?

The system distracted and thought about it, selling it?

Oh, the host has fallen.

At that time, the pure and incomparable, even a first kiss must pay attention to how much good-smelling girl

Now... it seems that there is no difference.

After all, after selling, she still cares about how much goodwill.

Therefore, its host is as pure as it is from beginning to end.

After the system is tuned, continue to bitterly burn the red line.

Going back to reality, it is risking punishment, and burning the fortune teller.

What kind of ghost material is made, so tough.

At night, the light of the morning fell into the house.

Ning Jiu Mo opened his eyes, and his arms were in a soft temperature. He bowed his head and Wei Weiwei curled up in his arms.

His eyes softened and he slowly reached out and touched her cheek.

He is not completely attentive to her.

But she can trust her.

Because she is the one who is the least sought after in this palace.

People who have not pursued will not be polluted.

Ning Jiu Mo slowly got up and covered her with the quilt.

He put on his set of stone-blue uniforms and gave himself a jade crown.

The movement standard is smooth.

How long has it been, such a routine process that is taken for granted.

He has not experienced it for many years.

Ning Jiu Mo remembered his time as a prince, it was a beautiful day.

Power is at hand, sweet and superb.

Ning Jiu Mo took out the medicine to suppress the poison. He opened the bottle and poured out one.

The red pill, rolling in the center of his white palm.

He looked cold and then swallowed it in his mouth.

There are already eunuchs outside the door who respectfully said: "Your Highness, your majesty announces you."

Ning Jiu's lips were cold and cold, and his voice was scared. "I, I know."

It sounds like a strong hold, but when someone else listens, you know.

He is still the fool of Ning Wang.

Ning Jiu Mo stood up and he just got out.

Suddenly there was a questioning question behind him, "His Royal Highness?"

Ning Jiu ink stepped forward and he did not look back.

Bai Weiwei’s voice seems to be a little trembling. “Is it yesterday?”

She thought he was the fool last night.

So when he embraced her, she did not resist, even active.

It’s sweet and even more fascinating than power.

It’s not unreasonable that there are so many faint princes in history.

Ning Jiu ink breathed for a while, only finally gritted his teeth and said: "It is your fool, I am not rare for you, this woman, see you have a long eye."

Behind her, her breathing breathed softly.

It is the relaxation of joy.

Ning Jiu Mo coldly said, "You better expect me to succeed in the upper position. If the fool wakes up, remember to let him pretend to be like me."

After he finished, he didn't look at her, and he was afraid to go to the door as if he was shaking.

He has just stepped out of the threshold.

Behind the white Wei Wei's voice sounded.

"His Royal Highness, everything goes well."

Is this rustic useless encouragement when he is three years old?

Ning Jiu ink couldn't help but look back, but saw Bai Weiwei's long hair draped behind him, sitting on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, revealing a pink face, smiling and pure.

(End of this chapter)