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450. Huang Pujue's Memories (4)

Now, there are more things like this, and there are simply more and more complicated things, and I am exhausted.

He glanced coldly at Yang Guogong, who was hanging his head. After a moment, he lowered his eyes, a flash of light passed by, and his deep voice revealed a hint of hoarseness, "This matter will be left to Yang Guogong to handle, and Yang Guogong will go to the border prison in person."

Find out the truth, whether people from Snow Country have the idea of ​​attacking Lanyou Country, and find out those spies. If this is true, I will never tolerate it."

It is a good thing to assign this old fox to others. Once he has done his research at the border, he doesn't know how long it will take.

The corner of Yang Guogong's mouth slightly raised in a winning arc. If you lower your head at this moment, you can see how deep the arc of the corner of his mouth is. You can be drawn into it with just one look, and you will never be reincarnated.

He hesitated slightly, lowered his head, and said in a very serious tone, "I will definitely live up to the emperor's expectations. I will definitely investigate the matter carefully when I go to the border." [

As soon as I heard him say such words, I thought of something. His expression was cold, but his eyes were complicated and deep, and his low and hoarse voice revealed a hint of worry, "Mr. Yang Guogong, did you find out what I asked you to check last time?"

"Your Majesty, there is no news. Since that day, it has been rumored that Prince Jin is alive, but he is living a life of being beaten every day in Juesha Sect, which is worse than death. I sent many guards to investigate, but no trace of Juesha was found.

Where is the rudder of Shamen?"

His lowered eyes were slightly raised, and he quickly glanced at Huang Pujue who was sitting on the dragon chair. Huang Pujue's frowning brows were just frowning, and the expression on his face did not change at all. His low expression

There was a hint of sadness in his voice, "Since Yang Guogong is going to the border, let's put this matter aside for now. If the Juesha Sect intends to release the news, then they will definitely take the next step."

"What the emperor said is absolutely true." A sarcastic sneer appeared in the corner of Yang Guogong's mouth, and he secretly said in his heart, "Huang Pujue, you are nothing more than that. You have always believed that all your brothers are looking at your throne and trying to usurp it.

, people like you think that everyone wants to fight for your throne, so you can do things like killing your brothers who have sacrificed so much for you. People like you are really cruel."

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, and the air was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers, which was so refreshing.

"Are you awake?" Wan Chenyi's old face showed an anxious look, and he asked quickly when he saw the masked woman on the bed moving her eyelids with a happy face.

An extremely anxious voice came to her ears, and Huang Punuoxi frowned. The voice was very familiar. She tried hard to open her eyelids to see who this person was, but her eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds. She couldn't do anything.

Can't open.

There was a hint of worry on Nian Chenyi's old face. She was seriously injured. Although she had taken his blood, she still showed no signs of waking up. Her eyelids moved just now, and she thought she was about to wake up.

Yes, it made him happy in vain.

The old face looked a little disappointed, and a pair of black eyes stared closely at the woman on the bed, with a worried look in his eyes.

Huang Punuoxi felt that she had had a long dream. There was no fighting or fighting in the dream, only happiness. She lazily enjoyed everything in the dream. Suddenly, the clear sky suddenly turned into dark clouds, and it was peaceful.
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