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

"You !!!" Lu Ning was extremely angry, but he had no choice but to break free of Yun Ranxi's shackles, and had to stare at him desperately, gritting his teeth desperately, anxious to break him into pieces.

"Enough! Shame not enough !?" Ouyang Xiangtian could not bear the bickering of these two people anymore. He shot a book case with a dark face and snapped sharply. "Our missteps have made us lose face. King Qi also began to criticize us quite a bit. At this time, why don't you grow up? Instead of thinking about a solution, you fight in this nest! What do I support you for ?! "

"My subordinates knew what was wrong, and their subordinates went to check the purpose of Lingzheng Zheng and Yexiong to come to Liaocheng." Regarding Ouyang's anger, Yun Ranxi still looked like a salty one, saying lightly, cold Yan glanced at Lu Ning, did not unlock the acupuncture point for him, turned around, and left alone.

"Explain the acupuncture point for him, let's both go down. I want to be alone." Ouyang rubbed her aching head, showing a tired face, and said coldly.

"Yes, the lord." Ning Jian responded respectfully, unlocking Lu Ning's acupuncture point, and walked away.

"Subordinates retreat." Lu Ninghe moved his wrists and carefully looked at Ouyang Xiangtian, bowing, arching his hands, and quietly retreated.

"Go and tell Ran Xi, the host of the Green Willow Villa, Shangguan Yun, will arrive in Liaocheng in these days, and let him receive him and do his best." Before Lu Ning left, Ouyang told Tianxiang.

"Subordinates understand." Lunington stopped, turned back, and said respectfully, after seeing Ouyang Xiangtian had no other orders, arched his hands, and said, "Subordinates retreat." Then he raised his feet and walked out of the study. Ouyang Xiangtian was sitting in the study room alone and thinking. The names Ye Ye and Ling Zhongzheng existed like nightmares. He secretly shook his fists. Damn, all plans were disrupted!

At the corner of the study, Yun Ranxi came out from the dark, and looked at the position of the study with a slight smile, and looked down, fiddled with the white pigeon in his hand, which seemed more interesting than he imagined. Yet. Release the white pigeon in his hand and turn back to the dark, it seems that that is the better place for him.

The boy stood in the entire Mo dyed mountain village, no, the tallest building in the entire Liaocheng: On the roof of the Tibetan Classic Pavilion, everything that happened in the Mo dyed mountain village and even the whole of Liaocheng was visible to the bottom of his eyes, and those silvery gray eyes said this Unclear emotions, tightly cloaked tightly, and a playful smile on his lips. Everything is more interesting than he thought. What can we do? He couldn't bear to let anyone in this play die early, because he had set a perfect way of death for them. With a slight smile, the black shadows passed, and the boy disappeared.

There are green willows everywhere in the mountain village with hundreds of miles, many flowers blooming, the bridges are flowing, the sun is shining, and it shines in every corner, conveying the warmth to every corner.

Leng Yetong stood in front of the artificial lake in the mountain village, and the willows on the bank swayed in the wind, like a charming girl, and the green grass on the ground also stood up, telling her pride. She stood by the lake with her hands on her shoulders, looking into the distance, and a faint smile on her lips. No one could see what was thinking in those phoenix eyes, and no one could clearly understand her heart. s story.