Chapter 1620 The Little Palace Lady of the Mentally Retarded Prince (131)

Ning Jiu Mo looked at her pink and tender side face and couldn't help but bow her head.

Bai Weiwei took the puff in his hand and slammed it on his head.

"You are enough, leaving such a broken place, for this purpose, from time to time, pulling me here to recall the past."

As an emperor, I will not do anything.

The mind is used here.

Ning Jiu Mo picked up a good meal and smiled and said: "I am not trying to revisit this beautiful past?"

Bai Weiwei: "Where is it? The leaky roof is still a dilapidated bed?"

Ning Jiu Mo took her up and took it to her arms.

He wrapped his hands around her waist. "I just want to come here and think of the memories I met with Avi."

Bai Weiwei: "I also remembered your memory of being weakly on the ground at that time."

Ning Jiu Mo: "..."

Bai Weiwei: "There is also a beautiful past that the head of the hair is standing upside down."

Ning Jiu Mo: "..."

Bai Weiwei: "I saw the mouse, afraid of shrinking in the corner, crying and shouting me a beautiful picture."

Ning Jiu Mo: "..."

Suddenly, I don't want to recall the past.

It’s all his black history.

At the time when Bai Weiwei was still remembering the "beautiful" past.

Ning Jiu Mo immediately reached out and picked her up, and easily pressed her to the old bed.

He bowed his head and breathed in her lips.

The sound is dull and charming.

"I also remembered that Ai Wei was lying under me and whispering a good memory."

Bai Weiwei had a stiff body and reached out to push him.

The fingers are weak.

Because the senior low-income is incompetent, I don’t know why, the conflict is getting.

Therefore, after she came back to life, her strength disappeared.

She can't beat Ning Jiu Mo, who has been self-training.

Ning Jiu Mo is now playing with several Guards and can win.

It is even easier to subdue her.

Her soft strength could not cause any obstacles to him.

Ning Jiu Mo looked at her deeply and bowed her head.

Bai Weiwei whispered softly, "You are enough, Ning Jiu Mo."

Ning Jiu Mo responded faintly, "Oh."

Then he clasped her fingers and prevented her from fleeing.

Her long hair spread out, and the sea otter on his knees fell to the ground.

The small stove in the corner was burning.

Ning Jiu Mo feels that from time to time come here to relive their beautiful past.

It’s wonderful and delicious.

The mentally impaired emperor two or three things division line.

"Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager has no children, she should draft and add new people to the harem."

A new minister, Yizheng, said strictly.

Ning Jiu ink brush is in the process of handling government affairs, too lazy to cope, "If you have nothing, don't talk, go on."

The minister felt that his loyalty was nowhere to be placed.

He said, "Oh, your majesty, how can the emperor have no sons, and who will be entrusted to him after a hundred years, no inheritance of the sons and daughters will be a bloody, rainy life."

The other ministers looked at the new minister.

What the foreigner just transferred is that the brain is unclear.

Then all the ministers quietly stepped back a few steps away from this guy.

Ning Jiu Mo was finally troubled by his thoughts.

He indifference raised his eyelids, and the cold light flowed through it.

"What about the charcoal after the death of the dead, what is the matter of the wind and blood? Is it not enough hard when you are in the position, even after death?"

The minister was looking up, and some looked at Ning Jiu Mo incomprehensibly.

He is in the field, and everywhere he hears the songs of the people.

(End of this chapter)