Fall In Love With A Substitute

East Palace, the night is deep.

When the small letters retired from the main hall, the whole back was wet.

Under the His Temple of Sulaid and the Prince, it is condensed today, and the face is like water.

It is said that the most fear of the nature is angry, and it is really that people don't dare.

Even night winds are heavy, do not dare to make quiet.

Inside the temple.

Song Yan is standing under the window, looking up at the month.

It is near August 15. The moon is almost full of round, and it is clear that it is cold and cold.

Feng Yue left and wandered her cloak.

Although the two have already bathed clothes, Song Yan seems to be able to smell the taste of a hint of soil on the moon, lingering.

She is smilling.

In the afternoon, there have been found that the tomb is excavated, you must open confirmation -

Confirm that the Prince's corpse is still in front.

So, I have to do it, but it is inevitable that the Prince will be slowed again.

No wind outside the window.

Song Yu is stripping emotions, she looked straight to the night, and calm and calm, respectively, humanitarian:

"They have not taken the emperor and must have a reincarnation."

The matter, the situation is imminent, see Song Yun, put the heart, and can't help but feel more pity.

It is even if it is even more injured.

"I have people who have been to Chaojia." Feng Yard flashed in the murder, "From Chu Wang Na."

"Thank you."

"Luo Chen is in the interior of Chata." Song Dao said.

After saying this, Feng Yue is said:

"If you don't send it, you can only wait for the time."

And the best time -

It is not necessary to say that it is an upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival.

They were in the dark, King Chu was in the bright, and occupied.

And this, it is as reversed by both sides, and the Eastern Palace will fall to passive situation.

On the carriage of the palace, Song Yan is tired, and when the month is alone, I want to break the way.

If she, the account will be moved, and the passive is active, and it is.

Throughout the emperor, the emperor did not have a girl in front of the Emperor, and it was a woman who used to use the female official.

Until for decades, Datiff successfully unified the world, and established the DPRK.

Da Li is the world who is playing in the chaos. The man naturally built success in the battlefield, and thus from the time of the big gap, it seems that the concept of "female official" is abandoned.

Let them think of this memory, it is not difficult.

Feng Yue laid to the throne, it is a big one, it is a sharp empowerment, and it can be different from the Song Dynasty.

Treatment to the Song Dynasty to expose, there is no emperor in the palace.

And the Song Yizhen is the emperor, the Sino-House is out.

For the next month, now the situation is worth a try.

But she is not sure how Song Yizhen thinks.

Although you can try it, it is necessary to top the pressure. In particular, Song Yan also replaced the identity of Prince, it was the same guilty, it was a bullying.

The fight against the Question of the Question is bound to be tough.

Despite ideas, Song Yizhen often chooses gentle means, this time ...

Fengyue is allowed to force her, but now, still ask:

"Do you have a plan?"

Song Yan said for a while.

Feng Moon looks at her thin back:

"We can also send the prince, when the king is in the event, the emperor will send people to test the positive."

"When you arrive, Chu Wang is to be blended." Feng Yue said, whispered, and the sound is slow, "although it is a bit difficult, it is not possible to pass the sea."

"It's too difficult." Song Yan suddenly came out.

The mouth stopped, and looked up to the Song Dynasty.

Song Yan finally turned around to see the mountains and the clothes.

The scorpion is quiet, such as the moon of the waves, and the eye is determined to determine:

"Since it is destined to be a difficult gate, it is better to go to the past."

It seems to have a feeling.

Song Xiangxi window, put everything outside.

She left the window, turned to find the rosewood carved chair.

"The possibility of being too small, can have been in the possibility of it, smaller."

Song Yizhen is like a statement, it is indeed statement.

I just got it in front of the window, and it was an assessment analysis at 09.

In addition to the analysis of the situation, there is more important to analyze the acceptance of this dynasty.

Data is based on high-precision decision, Song Yizhen has always believed it.

"If I intention, I have to go."

Song Yizhen Tao is fixed, she is slightly looking slightly, looking at the mountain:

"How is the month?"

The moonlight passed through the soft peel, soft and gentle. Thanks to the moonlight, it is cold, and the meaning of the ice.

The light of the scene of the moon is more than the moonlight, she is almost obsessed with such a Song Dynasty.

Song Yan is still thin, but a thin bamboo, with a very beautiful and flexible.

She firmly in the wind and rain, bamboo leaves, washed by water, more and more and more.

Leave the moon, leisurely, take the hands of the Song Dynasty.

The eyes of the Song Dynasty also followed the hands of holding together.

It seems that this is a good news, and Feng Yue should return to himself.

Next moment, Feng Moon is on her knees.

Song Yizhen Micro-lip.

Feng Yue gathered from the vertical head and gently kissed the back of the Song Dynasty.

In the palace of the candle shadow, the Song Yan is beautiful and soft, and the first microwaked, watching the opening of the moon.

Fengyue is so cold and is very cold, but it is wrestling, but it is willing to be in the bottom of the wind.

Song Yu is sitting on a chair, and they are holding a hand and is put in the Song Dynasty.

Feng Yard kissed, so on the Song Yushan, the silk was squatted from the Song, and the end was vertically on the ground, and the roll was played.

It is lingering and dependence.

Fengshi is full of piety.

She met her king and showed the surrender.

She will use her sword in her hands to kill her of the world.

"Renly drive."