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The one hundred and eighteenth chapter is not angry with me one day, can you die?

In the early morning, when Jun Qing opened his eyes, he saw Yao Mo's face sticking to his palm and falling asleep. The hair was messy in front of Yao Mo's forehead, blocking her beautiful face, looming.

"Muxin?" The night of the Qing Dynasty ghosts make the gods reach out and want to open the long hair and see the familiar faces behind it.

"What are you doing?" Qingyue’s voice suddenly sounded, and Yao Mo’s fiercely got up and looked straight at the night.

"Cough cough... cough and cough... water..." Yao Mo's action was too sudden, scared the night to clear the cough for a while, the fingers stagnating in the air directly Turn to the green glazed teapot on the table.

Yao Mozhen blinked and got up and walked to the table.

"This is your room? How can this king be here?" Night Junqing noticed his position and bounced off the couch.

"Is my bed long stabbed?" Seeing that the night Junqing reaction is so big, Yao Mozhen is somewhat mindful.

"That's not there, just... cough, water!" Night Junqing did not say down, but Yao Mozhen knows that he is scrupulous, if a prince is found lying on a chaise bed, what it means!

Just then, Tingyue knocked on the door and broke the embarrassing situation.

"The Niangniang, the prince of Qiguo sent people to invite the goddess and the prince to the Lama Temple for meals.

The meal on the table is obviously not from the imperial kitchen of the Chu Palace. Yao Mo is silent, and his heart is closed. He is worried about the night, but this is what he cares about. The night game is not asking for trouble.

"It's just a breakfast, will it be too rich?" Yao Moxiao smiled stunnedly. After last night, life and death have been fixed. At this time, Feng Yihan is like a phoenix reborn, and he will have a big day.

"These are all from the hands of the royal chef brought by Qi Han from the country. Don't have to say more, if he has the opportunity to go to Qi State, the two will have a hospitality." Feng Yi Han Feng Shen Jun Yi, the spirit is sturdy, the light is full of glory, and the sound is loud.

"Prince is polite." The night Jun Qing slightly handed, smiled and said, compared with Feng Yihan, the light in the eyes of the night Junqing is a bit less sharp, fame and fortune, like the past, or now, He didn't look in his eyes.

Perhaps the miraculous survival of Feng Yihan made the night game shocked, or what news was obtained from the secret agent who sneaked into Qi in the night. In the tenth day of Feng Yihan’s arrival at Chu Palace, the night game actually set up a state banquet. The hospitality was closed. Even for Feng Yihan, this late banquet has no meaning, but his entire banquet is smiling and his performance is very generous.

Feng Yihan left that day, and made a special trip to the Guanyin Palace to take the baby, and he assured Yao Mozhen that the kitten would be like a national treasure. It was a slap in the face, in order to find his own baby almost all over the entire Guanxi Palace, until the second day, the anxious mood is better.

"Bupples, you can rest assured that Feng Yi Han will definitely treat your baby well." In the Guan Gong Palace, Yao Mozhen is calming the flocs, and Yin Xue suddenly appears.

"Master, Ben Lei came to the news, the army gathered in the plains of Suiyuan County has been withdrawn, and the Suiyuan is temporarily safe." Yin Xue said something and handed the purple word in his hand to Yao Mozhen.

"This time is safe, next time..." Yao Mozhen held the word sly thoughtfully. After this, Yao Mozhen can conclude one thing, that is, the heart of Chu Mobei has never disappeared, the tough guy!

"Returning the letter to let Lei Lei transfer the money out, the original is a land of right and wrong." Yao Mozhen coldly told.

"Yes!" When Yin Xue had to turn around, he suddenly thought of something. He took out the silver ticket of one thousand two gold from his sleeve and handed it to Yao Mozhen.

"This is Yan Nanxuan to the owner." Yin Xueyu reported, turned and disappeared. Looking at the silver ticket in his hand, Yao Mo can't help but smile.

"You have pitted something in Yannan?" When the night Jun Qing entered the door, he only heard a tail.

"Nothing, one thousand two gold." Yao Mozhen was in a good mood and put the silver ticket on hold.

"One thousand two gold, still only? Why did he give you money for no reason?" Night Jun Qing looked at Yao Mozhen, and he spoke openly and looked sharply.

"Wang Ye, is this asking Mo Zhen's privacy?" Yao Mozhen looked at the night Junqing with a look that you couldn't control, and immediately turned to the table and took the porcelain bowl from the end.

"You are really more and more mean to talk, this king is only curious to ask." See Yao Mozhen did not answer the meaning, the night Jun Qing from the step to open.

"Nuo Moo met the curiosity of the prince. The reason why Nanzhao gave Mo Zhenyinzi was because he was worried that Mo Zhen could not eat enough in the palace, and he couldn't wear it, so he was especially addicted!" Yao Mozhen took it to the night. Jun Qing is on the side, a serious way.

"Yannan is a scorpion? Who is the person who can't eat and not wear warm clothes now?" The night Jun Qing Shu is so relieved that he is extremely speechless. Compared with Yao Mozhen, he is more suitable for this kind of money. Where does the night Junqing know, if it is not for him, Yan Nanzhen will not give money to Yao Mozhen. At this time, Yao Mozhen smiled and said nothing about meals. Jun Qing, in the near future, this world is yours, and why not eat and not wear it.

After the self-styled escape from the cold, the night Junqing began to trace the whereabouts of Sun Hao, Zheng Gonggong and Yuner. Now there is a quicksand help, and the night Junqing quickly finds out the fact that Sun Hao did not record back to Heze’s hometown on the books. . This speed makes Yao Mozhen worry a little.

Therefore, Yao Mozhen asked Yan Nanyu to be a villain for the first time, and he would have to return the quicksand from the night Junqing. Different from Yin Xue, when Yan Nanzhen handed the quicksand to the night Junqing, he did not let the quicksand change the owner.

"Wang Ye seems to be very unhappy?" On the night of the incident, Yao Mozhen tweeted the night Junqing.

"This king wants to have a bad relationship with Yan Nanlu!" The night Jun Qing screamed, and when he spoke, the bamboo chopsticks in his hand slammed into the bottom of the bowl.

"Why? He offended you?" Yao Mozhen knew it.

"He actually wants to go back to the quicksand!" The night Jun Qing couldn't swallow this breath, he found out that Sun Hao went to the shackles, but Yan Nanzhen had to go back to the quicksand at this festival. It was too kind. The most important thing is that he has already made a strong relationship with Yan Nanxuan, but Yan Nanxuan has no intention of shaking. It is really unrequited.

Silent, Yao Mozhen suddenly silenced and looked dignified.

"Are you okay?" Seeing Yao Mo's anomaly, the night is clear and worried, and unconsciously, his concern for Yao Mozhen has already exceeded his imagination, but this subtle change, even the night I didn't realize it myself.

"How do I say, I have always felt that Yan Nanzhen is not hot or cold to me. Now it seems that he really hurts me from the bones." Yao Mozhen put down the tableware, lifted the room, and looked calm.

"Why?" The night Junqing explained to Yao Mozhen, so that he could not hear his heart.

"Sands!" Yao Mozhen sakura lips lightly, when the sound falls, the quicksand stands in front of the night Junqing. At this moment, Jun Junqing finally understood that Yan Nan’s forefoot had to go through the sand from his own feet, and then he ran to Yao Mozhen to pay great attention! At the moment of seeing the quicksand, the night will clear the lungs!

Seeing the night Junqing's face flushed, Yao Mozhen waved his hand and retired.

"Yao Mozhen." The night Jun Qing took a deep breath, and the positive color looked at Yao Mozhen, who was leisurely and self-satisfied, and whispered softly.

"What?" Yao Mo licked his innocent scorpion and bent his eyebrows.

"You are not angry with the king, can you die?" Night Junqing never asked a question like this seriously.