Uighur Yong was entangled with Xiao Lian in Wen Rou Village all day and night. On this day, I don’t know what made Xiao Lian unhappy. Xiao Lian was angry and pushed him away and sat alone.
Sulking in the innermost part of the bed.
Uighur Yong saw that the beauty was angry, and it was so great that he hurriedly coaxed her to deceive her. Xiao Lian saw this man, big and thick, full of smell of sheep and horses, and there was a scar of war on his face - it was so ugly that he was so ugly.
, but they themselves think it is a symbol of heroes, and they do not think it is shame, but glory.
She really vomited after looking at her for two more times.
Whenever I remembered that I was the queen who was originally a golden branch and jade leaves, now I came to serve such a fool man. From Emperor Qi to Yuanhe, to this Uighur Yong, the situation was getting worse and worse.
It was a very distant opportunity to be favored by the Northern Emperor again, because according to the level of Uighur Yong, when he returned to Pingcheng, he had no chance to see the emperor, let alone use him as a springboard.
That dead fat ball, she blocked all her path - Queen Feng is a smart person, she will not test her man, she is like an experienced old farmer, first giving her apple tree from the source
Sprayed pesticides.
Instead of waiting for the bugs to grow before catching them.
I am the bug, and I will be eliminated if I plan ahead.
Xiao Lian was invincible in his life - but when he met Empress Feng, who was higher than the vixen, he was constrained everywhere. No matter how much he thought, he would have no place to use his skills. When he thought of the sadness, he would cry more and more sad.
Uighury was about to kneel down and beg her: "Madam, our family has a big and luxurious house in Pingcheng, and there are also many servants. When the victory is achieved, I will take you back and let you be the official wife, and all the property will be
In your control... I only love you, and I will never love other women anymore... Don't worry, I am no worse than Yuan He. Although his official title is higher than me, our hereditary land is more than him and richer than him
Much more…”
Xiao Lian cried even more miserably. What she wanted was the status of this vixen man's wife?
Compared with Emperor Qi, he was simply not worthy of carrying shoes.