Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife

Raise your hand to pick up the tea cup, pour the tea inside to the ground, and play with it repeatedly. A nice smile is drawn around the corner of the mouth. There is a flash of playfulness in my eyes. I am looking forward to the day when I officially meet you You are a respectable and terrible opponent. Ha ha.

In the night, the savage laughter of a woman was issued in the house of Liu Wenxiang. The laughter seemed to contain an extremely desolate taste, and it looked strange and strange in the middle of the night. This situation continued for one night, and in the early morning of the next day, the neighbor next door was afraid that something had happened, so he reported it to the official.

This incident aroused the great attention of Baili Momo. When he received the briefing, he frowned slightly, paused while playing chess with the prince, and the leader went to Liuwen Lane to check it, but when they arrived, , Liu Wenxiang's home has been empty, but the things left to make Baili Momo determine that this is where the murderer woman lives.

The furnishings inside the house are simple. There is only a bed, a table, and a few chairs. There are all kinds of weird things, scissors, knives and other items on the corner cabinet. The room has a **** stench. The scattered blood on the ground proves what happened here. On the edge of the bed, there was a small piece of fish-skin-like thing that had been air-dried. I came up and picked it up. Although it was air-dried, he could still tell that it was human skin based on the touch. It's radiant, but I clenched my fists, and seemed to want to take a piece of human skin into my palm, grit your teeth, **** it! Still one step late!

After getting up early in the morning, Leng Yetong thought about going to the East Palace after eating breakfast. Luo Qingrou's things kept her calm. She always felt that something would happen, but she couldn't guess what would happen. She shook her head weakly, or went to see her first.

The letter from Baili Momo was delivered to Leng Yetong in the first time. Looking at the vigorous text on it, the good-looking eyebrows were twisted together. It really ran away, or one step late, but with this letter The arrival of the letter exacerbated the anxiety in her heart, and it seemed that everything was moving towards her unexpected part.

In the East Palace, Luo Qingrou was sitting there in a yellow palace costume, with a light sorrow on her thin face. She raised her hand to pick up the tea cup, but her hand slipped, and the tea cup fell to the ground, staring at the debris on the ground. , Leaning over and trying to pick them up, but accidentally scratched his fingers, Yin red blood flowed onto the white white porcelain, showing a strange beauty.

"Prince, please let the slaves come." The little palace girl saw Luo Qingrou's hand was injured, and quickly stepped forward to stop her next move. He took advantage of the action to clear up the debris on the ground, and then took the parcel for her. The wound was wrapped, and while bandaging the wound, he said with concern, "Prince, you are too careless. You are always uneasy these days. It does n’t matter if you break something, you hurt yourself. , The slaves were distressed. "

"My concubine knows, I will pay more attention next time." Luo Qingrou smiled warmly, looked at the little palace girl who wrapped her wound with a smile, there was a warm current flowing through her heart, and someone was caring about herself. .

"By the way, Princess, the Lord of Dingguo County sent the worship post in the morning. Even now, it should be almost time now." The little palace girl wrapped her wound carefully, and then smiled sweetly, as if suddenly remembered What a general, said with a smile.