Chapter 992 : Contest! Who Is The Best Chess Move 12
No matter how powerful a person is, he will be hungry, and Sima Luo is no exception.
For the sake of this matter in the early morning, he had not yet had a drop of water. Now he had to find something to fill his stomach first. Now, the kitchen matters... uh, I often do it, and ask the master to give it a fuck, but I can't eat it. Try it once, try it over roasting.
At this time, his eyes shook at Chen Su'er.
Now do you want to share the hardships with your baby?
As he said that, he raised his hand and gently pointed it on the acupoint on Su'er's body.[
In a short while, Su'er woke up quietly.
When the first person to see Sima Luo, I couldn't help but feel disappointed.
She just woke up, and what happened before going to bed was naturally still in the dark.
But why did she sleep here? And why did Murong Jing become Sima Luo? She just remembered that when she rushed into the Zuiyue Tower, she suddenly became dark after walking a few steps and fell asleep. The rest of the matter was nothing knew.
"His Highness Sima——"
"Don't call your highness, Sima, or Aluo. You can call me... and my husband."
A girl wanted to roll her eyes.
She asked again: "Why am I here!" She sat up with support.
A handsome guy next to him was smiling, "Why did you forget why you came here? It was Murong Jing who sent it here."
"What did you say?"
"Haha, of course, the three-year agreement has passed long ago, so he will naturally send you back to me."
"Tell me a little more clearly."
A handsome guy also began to spread rumors shamelessly, just seven points of fact and three points of lies. He said: "A three-year agreement, I will put you in the palace for three years. Three years later, Murong Jing deposed the queen. Get three cities and ten thousand taels of gold." This ten thousand taels of gold was added on a whim to add a little persuasion.
He continued to say quietly: "Now he is not the emperor, he has no rights, but he still has you. Use you as the trump card to let me fulfill my promise a few years ago. Alas, after all, I am the prince of the Southern Barbarians and will soon be on the way. God’s throne, his little request, and no matter how much he said he was his brother, it was nothing to give him three cities. There was ten thousand taels of gold in his hand, so what kind of beauty do you want?”