The ruined petals, sprinkled with sly light, as if gently plunged into the most gentle embrace, it faintly trembled in the arms, low breath. The broken petals are so distressing, and it seems to be crying softly, as if knowing that they have reached the last moment of life, but they are still reluctant to leave the world.

The most disappointing, because it is accompanied by it, the snow-white little fox that never sleeps all the time...

Xiao Yu stretched out the hand of Yan Yujie and put on the furry snow tail. The snow tail trembled in her palm. It seemed sad, sad, like crying. Getting along with each other day and night, who can say that the ear does not understand the sadness of Linghua? The pain of 昙灵花?

A variety of noisy emotions, magical from the tail to her heart. At this moment, Xiao Yuran, the original ear is the illusion of her tail, this is the gift given to her by the purple coat, solves the trouble of her tail, and also gives her the best identity of the little fox.

She doesn't know where the purple dress is sacred? How did he do it?

Purple clothes, it seems like a magical existence, until now, she feels embarrassed.

Xiao Yu seems to be unable to control the tears in his eyes, falling down one after another, crystal clear and translucent, each drop reflects the shadow of the lingering flower.

In her tears, there is a lingering flower.

Suddenly.

The lingering flower is broken and broken into a little starlight, which seems to leave forever and disappear forever.

"Flower..."

Xiao Yu seems to hear her heartbreaking voice, and the tears flow more fiercely. This is the heartache of the ear, and it is her heartache.

If the knife is twisted, it seems that there is something important in life that will be lost.

Eight fluffy white tails trembled in front of her, as if crying in sorrow.

If someone comes in at this time, I am afraid that the soul will be scared, and where is the **** this bed? It is clearly a fox with eight tails!

The broken light of the lingering flower stayed in the hands of Xiao Yu for a while and eventually disappeared.

Eight fluffy tails, trembled as if they were crying.

It’s just that no one has discovered that a delicate and holy petal petals are hidden in Xiao’s eyebrows.

I do not know how long it has been.

Eight tails lingered behind Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu's eyes were red and swollen, her fingers were placed on the quilt, her eyes were cold and firm.

She will not let the lingering flowers disappear in vain.

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Royal Palace.

"The emperor, please be the master of the old minister!" The Confucian tears linger in front of the emperor, as if all of a sudden, a lot of old, continue to say: "The dog does not know where to offend the regent, he shut the dog in the regent palace In the dungeon, if the old minister asked him, he would not let the dog. The old minister was such a blind man. If he had something to do, the old minister would not be able to explain to the ancestors after he had been in Jiuquan for a hundred years!"

Don't say that after a hundred years, if he can't save his son, he will go back now, and the wife and the old lady will kill him.

The emperor looked at the sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowful sorrowfulness. Or is it the most dear to the Confucian?

"There is no rush, and now I will announce that the king of politics will enter the palace and let him put the voice of Ai Qing."

"The Emperor Shengming, Long live the Emperor."

It is the emperor’s sentence that makes Confucian and so on. He stands on the side of the emperor and does his best for the emperor. He deserves the protection of the emperor. He can’t help Feng Lingran, it doesn’t mean that no one can help him.

The battle between the emperor and Feng Lingran was infuriating, and it was going to break out in the morning and evening. He did not want his son to be a victim.

After about an hour.

Feng Lingran into the palace, a twilight robes, Wu Jin silk embroidered dragon, plated on his chest, Teng is a colorful clouds, like flying to the sky, you can make a golden body, turned into a dragon.

Feng Ling Ran is a born and noble person, and his body is also very strong. He walked into the royal study room, swept the one who stood on the side and looked at the emperor. He looked directly at the emperor and actually let the emperor have something. Feng Ling is the real thing. The real dragon, and he is the dragon who should not sit on this throne.

The emperor put on the dragon chair is tight, if the father did not pass the throne to him! But now, since he is in the throne of the emperor, he will sit firmly and there is no reason to let go.

After Feng Lingran came in, he gave a slight ceremony: "I don't know what happened to the Emperor Xuanben Wang?"

Feng Lingran's attitude is very cold, and even the bottom is even overwhelmed. No one dared to be so arrogant in front of the emperor. Only Feng Lingran, the old emperor who had passed away sealed him as the regent, he seized the military power and reviewed the seal. His identity is not lower than the emperor.

If he takes the status of real power, Feng Lingran's position is better than that of the emperor. When the outsiders see it, they will only think that the emperor of the Eastern Jin Dynasty is sitting on a emperor.

The existence of Feng Lingran is like a poisonous needle, and the shackles are tied in the heart of the emperor.

The emperor pressed down the anger of his heart and said in a majestic manner: "The regent king, you said that you put his nephew into the dungeon of the Regent's palace, can you have this?"

Feng Ling is dark and dark, and the color is cold and cold: "Yes, it is what the king did."

Let the Confucian finger tremble and point to Feng Lingran, the heart is full of anger, the dungeon of the Regent Palace, what is it? More violent than the Zongren House, Feng Lingran actually kept his son there for so many days. If he did not spend a lot of money, he asked the dark organization to investigate, but I don’t know it until now!

"Regent King, that day you are a ghost-ridden, it is this official hard to slay your bedroom, you vomit blood. But you can not anger to my children! You privately put my child into the dungeon of the Regency Palace, your eyes still Is there a law of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and is there a emperor?"

On that day, the Confucianism was decreed to go to the Regent’s palace to "please" the regent Wang Shangchao. This matter originated from the emperor and made it possible for Confucian to say that it was unreasonable for Feng Lingran to hold his son, and Feng Lingran I also don’t take the emperor seriously.

Feng Ling’s eyebrows rose slightly, and he asked in confusion: “What about the devil?”

The Confucian heart was cold, and on that day he saw Feng Lingran vomiting blood. Now Feng Ling is pretending to be an unsuspecting look?

"The Regent King is really a noble person to forget things, then the bamboo virtual path will help you to expel the ghosts of your body for many days, and say that you are the ghost of the road you came back from Nanling."

What makes the Confucian tone somewhat ridiculous, and recruiting a ghost, isn’t it too romantic? Feng Lingran is really ridiculous. On the surface, it is pretending to be a pair of high-cold cleansing. The emperor and the ministers sent them to the beauty of the Regent Palace. I heard that he never touched and did not allow them to enter his bedroom and bath. I did not expect that the original Feng Ling is good, and likes to be with the ghosts.

Feng Lingran's eyebrows are getting deeper and deeper. He can be sure that Zhu Xu will not be in his house. Soon, his shackles flashed through the cold and dark stream, and the thin lips were cold and cold, as if they already knew Which ghost thing to think of? Destroy his reputation in the back.

Waiting for him to return home, have a good lesson, that is a thousand knives!

"Let Rude, you still have to say this in your mouth. If you say more, maybe this mouth is not yours." Cutting this mouth that makes him unhappy is easy.

A glimpse of Confucianism, Feng Lingran's eyes are black and fascinating, flashing cold and faint sorrow, straightening his back to the cold, his hands and feet tremble.

Let the Confucius plop, squatting in front of the emperor, and trembled and said: "The emperor, the regent king is threatening the life of the veteran!"

The emperor angered the handrail and stood up from the dragon chair. The fierce light slammed Feng Lingran: "Regent King, do you still have this emperor in your eyes?"

The old Huangmen and the palace ladies who waited at the emperor’s side were scared to the ground and shouted: “The emperor is angry.” q8zc

Only Feng Ling did not kneel down, it was a long form, and the price was too aggressive. He did not seem to be afraid of angering the consequences of the emperor. The shallow hook and the demon's shallow hook: "The emperor, you called the king to come over, just to Discuss with the king, is there any you in the eyes of the king?"

The emperor stunned, and he was extremely dissatisfied with Feng Lingran's attitude. However, Feng Lingran's answer made him wonder how to answer the question. To be precise, how to punish Feng Lingran?

In an instant.

The emperor's brown scorpion glimmered with light, and said in a dignified manner: "Lean is the sacred lord of the Eastern Jin Dynasty. Even if you are a regent, you have no right to threaten his life. Now he orders you and puts the scorpion. ”

Feng Lingran was dark and unclear, and the demon smiled shallowly, and the voice suddenly became cold. "The king did not kill the beast. Grab the king’s crime and hand him over to the clan palace."

Say it!

Feng Lingran has been very intolerant, directly ignoring the emperor, turned and went out of the royal study.

The Confucian face changed dramatically, and he was soft on the ground, as if he had been hit hard.

That rebellious woman is actually a strong robbing woman? Who gave the daring courage? Who gave it?

Let the Confucian fingers tremble in the wide, wide sleeves, and kill the heart of the rebellious. Suddenly, what does he seem to think of? When the results of the investigation by the dark organization were first told to the lady, it was the wife who told him that the lady must also know the crime of the ruling, but she did not say it and deliberately concealed it.

Home is unfortunate! Home is unfortunate!

Let the Confucian grief and shame in the heart of the heart, kneeling in front of the emperor, painful voice: "The emperor, if it is true as the Regent, my son is not guilty to die..."

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Regent Palace.

Xiao Yu slept, and when she was less than an hour, she woke up. She even sneezed and sucked her nose. She felt a little hairy behind her. Who was telling her bad things behind her?

Xiao Yu got up and felt like it was stronger than before. She walked a few steps, her footsteps were light, and her body was full of vitality, as if every cell had come back to life and was completely new.

Xiao Yu raised her arm, a pair of white and innocent little hands reached into the front, slightly gripping into a fist, she tried to sink Shen Dan, slowly, a soft wind-like force flowed to the arm, and flowed to her double fist In this, although this power is like a spring breeze, it is enough to make Xiao Yu ecstatic.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a long, beautiful figure appeared at the door.