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

Zhong Li froze for a while, and seemed to remember that in the scene of nearly two thousand years, the grief and deep despair enveloped him, took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, paused, and continued to say "I thought it was because I was discovered by others. I comforted myself and said that it was not my friend who betrayed me! But what did you return to me? Oh, the key to the door of chaos! Beichen Moxuan, do n’t Put a sage in front of me, and you will only make me sick. "

"I'm afraid we can only go here." Beichen Moxuan took a deep breath, shook his head helplessly, and said disappointed, "No matter what I say to you, you will not reflect on your own mistakes, It ’s to blame others. Let ’s talk about it here. Also, Xing'er is dead, do n’t ask me about Xing’er, do n’t say she ’s dead, even if she ’s not dead, I wo n’t tell You and her whereabouts. "

"Oh? I'm not in a hurry. Without your shelter, I really want to see if Murong Xing'er's reincarnation can survive the attack of the Jiuli ethnic group." Zhong Lizhang smiled angrily and raised an eyebrow, meaning Talking, looking at him with a smile, thinking about it, and continued, "Don't think about how to hinder me, or think about how you can get out of this enchantment, haha." Then, Zhong Li 钟Turned and left.

Beichen Moxuan sat on the bed, her beautiful eyebrows twisted together, and she raised her hand and touched the jade on the waist, Xing'er ....... The eyes were slightly narrowed, and the eyes were flashing with firmness like never before, Xing'er, you must wait for me, this time, even if I lost my life, I will never let you suffer any harm, absolutely.

Three days later, the prince and his party left Liaocheng and set foot on the road back to Beijing. The bumps on the 15th did not cause any further assassinations. The difference is that after the Wulin Conference ended, Ling Zhongzheng disappeared, leaving only a letter saying that something had suddenly occurred to him and he wanted to verify it and left in a hurry.

The carriage stopped in front of the star building, and Leng Yetong returned to the star building as Mingyuexuan's old friend and dressed as Mingyuexuan.

In the study, Leng Yetong sat on her fox fur chair, Fengmou raised her head slightly, looked at Zi Mo standing in front of him, and asked casually, "How about? The martial arts conference is still wonderful."

"Ouyang Xiangtian came to his subordinates after the Wulin Conference and repeatedly asked Mingyue Xuan to continue to attend the Wulin Conference reconvened three months later as a judge." Zi Mo said respectfully and looked up at her expression. He paused, adding, "Because I don't know what the master is going to do, I gave him an ambiguous answer."

"Well." A slight tone was answered, and there wasn't much to say that he was doing it right or wrong. Zi Mozhen looked at her, and seemed to weigh a heavy stone.

"Master, Chu Feng is here." Xiyue slammed the door of the study softly and whispered softly.

"Let him in." Leng Yetong said faintly, Xiyue should answer, and gently opened the door of the study, Chu Fengfengchen came in and watched Zi Mo dressed as Ming Yuexuan slightly. Then, he looked at Leng Yetong again, hesitated, and made a courtesy to Leng Yetong.