The Anarchic Consort Chapter 625: Look for trouble

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I love you, maybe I will say it many times.

But the only thing is the most moving.

Heh, this guy had already regarded Qing Zhan as his only one, he was really cute.

It's probably because her love path is not going smoothly. Helian Weiwei looks at Nangonglie and becomes more pleasing to her eyes.

Nangong Lie was still a little innocent when he was a teenager. When he heard Qing Zhan's name, his face was always red, and he still trusted Helian Weiwei.

Helian Weiwei patted him on the shoulder, very righteous: "If you were to call Qing Zhan, she might not come out, then you will send roses, and I will help you make an appointment..."

"Well, as long as this thing is done and what you want to do, this young master can help you."

The two people almost hit it off right away, they got together and talked a lot about chasing people...

Shadow was still standing outside the sacrificial palace, originally thinking that Young Master Lie would definitely not be able to bear his Highness sending a woman to him, and maybe he would be driven out after a while.

As a result, he waited for a long time and didn't hear any movement inside, so he had to return to Bailijiajue's place.

"His Royal Highness." Shadow knelt on one knee and looked at the Qinggui boy sitting on the chaise longue. He hesitated for a while, but still didn't know how to speak.

The young man seemed to be a little careless, his fingers moved from his thin lips, and his voice was faint: "Is Lie's objection too obvious? Then bring her back..."

Before the boy’s "come" was finished, Shadow opened his mouth in a cold sweat: "Young Master Lie has no objection, he left the man behind."

"Leave the person?" The boy paused with the finger of the teacup, his eyes were deep: "Isn't she yelling to come back?"

Shadow shook his head.

Just listen to a pop!

The teacup was shattered in the palm of the boy.

Unable to tell whether it was tea or blood, the boy's face was indifferent to calm: "This teacup is too fragile. Send in another batch."

Shadow lowered his head lower and swallowed: "Yes." That is the teacup of the Supreme Emperor. There are only one or two in the world, and it was crushed by the master...

"Alie never liked people next to her, she won't stay long." The boy's icy low voice heard in her ears.

Shadow nodded quickly: "Young Master Lie is indeed such a temper..."

However, one day passed.

There was no news of "retirement" from the sacrificial palace. Instead, everyone was saying that the genius sacrificial rites had opened up, and they took a maid outside the palace to pick flowers.

"Collecting flowers?" After hearing this, the boy sneered: "I really didn't expect that the sacrificial rites of this dynasty would be so leisurely. If this is the case, I should arrange more things for Young Master Lie, and he felt that life was meaningless."

Nangong Lie, who is eager to chase people, doesn't know everything. Once he returns to the sacrificial hall, it is overwhelming official duties. Let him not talk about appointments, and there is no time to sleep!

"How could so many things happen suddenly in the palace." Nangong Lie put his handsome face on the table, feeling like he was going to be tired, but he was sensitive, he still noticed something wrong, with his left hand Lazily propped his chin, and frowned: "It's so strange."

Helian Weiwei is his maid after all, and they are already companions on the same front, so they are naturally concerned about him.

I found a heater, boiled two bowls of **** water, and planned to send it in.

I never thought that I would meet Baili Jiajue at the entrance of the temple. He was still indifferent and indifferent. He walked slowly and gracefully. He wore a crescent-colored robe with clean and dust-free fur on his shoulders, followed by a substitute. The shadow of his umbrella walked towards Helian Weiwei so slowly.

He lowered his head and glanced at the porcelain bowl in her hand, and his eyes, which had not been warm, became cold again.

"His Royal Highness, my young master is inside." The book boy didn't know what had happened yet, and his smiley face showed Baili Jiajue the way.

Bali Jiajue took another step, crossed Helian Weiwei and entered the gate of the palace. No one knew how tightly his hands were under his long sleeves.

Nangong Lie was still lying on the desk, and seeing Baili Jiajue coming, he immediately began to vomit bitterness: "Jue, what is going on in the palace these two days? There are piles of things, and it's almost exhausting. Me!"

"Are you tired?" Baili Jiajue sat on the chaise longue, leaned back, and stretched out his hand to loosen the collar of his fur: "I think you have been very moisturized."

Going out of the palace again and picking flowers, now there are still people making **** juice for you.

Before, that was a benefit that only he could get.

Now... heh.

I knew he was not special to her for a long time.

What he didn't expect was that the only warmth he had, in fact, she could give to anyone.

It's ironic, isn't it?

"Where is it moisturized, did you deliberately, right, you left so many things to do for me." Nangonglie is not stupid, but he can't figure it out: "Where did I offend you?"

Bali Jiajue turned his face to the side, and after seeing Helian Weiwei coming in, his voice was cold: "You think too much."

"Well, even if I think too much, starting from tomorrow, you will find someone to help you do things for you. I don't care how much money the officials are greedy at all." Nangong Lie Holding the brush in his hand, he patted the letter in his hand, and he wanted to hear how Grandma would explain next.

Bali Jiajue was calm and calm: "The people below gave me the wrong one."

I have been busy for a long time!

You told me that the people below sent it by mistake!

Nangong Lie twitched the corners of his mouth. This is not because he is not pleasing to the eye, but what else can be!

But I don't know why, as soon as he came into contact with Baili Jiajue's eyes, he felt as if he was sorry for his brother, and his scalp was numb.

Looking at Helian Weiwei walking in with the **** soup, Nangonglie changed the subject: "Jue, it should be quite cold for you to walk all the way. There is **** soup here. Would you like a bowl of **** soup?" "

"No." The boy's voice was still cold, his eyes widened, as if thinking about something.

Nangong Lie knows: "That's right, you never drink this kind of strange smell."

Helian Weiwei raises her eyebrows, doesn't he drink it? No wonder when she was a child, he always frowned when she handed it to him. It turned out that he didn't like it......

She will keep the remaining bowl for a while.

Helian Weiwei put the bowl aside, and when she leaned over, she just saw the letter from Nangonglie to Qing Zhan and couldn't help but smile.

Nangonglie looked back and quickly reached out to hold down the piece of paper: "You are not allowed to say it."

"Don't worry, no." Helian Weiwei withdrew her eyes with a light smile, her tone was meaningful.

The two people seem to have a little secret with each other, and they are very close to each other.

As if I can no longer bear the smell of **** soup in the room, the young man sitting on the chaise longue stood up suddenly...