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Ni Sheng was also stunned by his rhetorical question, then smiled with relief, shook her head and turned to look at the singing and dancing in the pool. Her heart felt as if it had been cut with a knife, and the whistling wind continued to the end.
"She has such deep secrets at such a young age, she deserves to be his daughter." The thin and beautiful lips outline the most sarcastic smile, and the most beautiful eyes in the world are full of ridicule.
Ni Sheng stood outside the window, the smile on her face was frozen, and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably. Are you scared? Maybe!
Is that person his mother? Why does she look at him with such cold eyes? That woman is so beautiful that she seems to be unearthly, but she has the coldest and cruelest heart.
She has known since she was sensible that her mother hated her extremely. The wall with carved beams and painted columns in her memory was so unattainable that every step she took made her feel that it was an insurmountable threshold.
A scream pulled her out of her deep thoughts. Everyone in the room turned their attention to the door. A soldier covered in blood walked to the pavilion with chaotic steps. Before he became unconscious, he tried hard to hand the letter in his hand to the superior.
Dong Zhai Ying.
Ni Sheng didn't panic, so she clenched the teacup in her hands with both hands, staring intently at the blood-stained letter.
The eunuch beside Dong Zhaiying hurriedly picked up the letter that fell on the ground and handed it to the emperor with a frosty face. The people below took a deep breath, and no one dared to speak.
There was an eerie silence in the lobby. After a while, Dong Zhaiying coughed and turned to the main pipe: "Read it out and listen."
Lu Yu shook his hands, forced himself to suppress the trembling in his heart, and began to read out the contents of the "Eight Hundred Miles Expedited" with a high voice: "The Ninth Prince colluded with Nanyun, raided the internal squadron, and Nanbin's entire army was annihilated."
In just three words, blood-dropping words, the hall became as silent as death.
All the courtiers were sweating profusely, and there were constant popping noises, and the bowls and chopsticks on the table were overturned, and small cracks were cut on their hands without realizing it.
Ni Sheng's heart was in her throat, and she watched helplessly as the ministers who were afraid of death surrendered in front of the emperor, but she couldn't say a word. From the corner of her eye, she saw that the three lunatics also had solemn expressions on their faces.
"Haha, what are you doing? Do you want to plead for the Ninth Prince? Or do you want me to ask the Military Aircraft Department to find out the matter before making a decision?" Dong Zhaiying's voice was low and lazy, but invisibly suppressed another layer of iron.
When the gate came down, even though he was middle-aged, he could still see his handsome profile hidden in the fan, and his eyes as deep as an ancient tomb were shining uncertainly.
Ni Sheng had an illusion that Uncle Jiu seemed to have inherited the evil charm of those eyes, so that they could bewitch people.
Turning his sharp eyes, he focused on Dong Qianmo, who was sitting at the bottom left. He lowered his voice but still said gently: "Third brother, what do you say?" Suddenly a violent cough came from above, Dong Zhai
Ying paled his face and changed his posture, and said to his third brother: "Over the years, our brothers have become almost scattered. You must have the patience to withstand my bad temper. People say that brothers are brothers, and I
But I haven't realized it for a day. The year my father passed away, he left a lot of mess for me to clean up. I also admit that the methods were a little cruel at that time, but can this world be maintained without cruelty?
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"I am not as strong as I was when I was young now that I am old. Ninth Brother I also know that I am a good young man. But after all, I am still a little younger. I can understand why I want to sit in this position. But after I am a hundred years old, how can I
How can you safely hand this country over to a child who lacks resilience?"
It's Feiyu's fault that he is slow to update his text and makes everyone wait o(n_n)o~ Feiyu has worked very hard to code words...