Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don’t Be Too Sweet

Chapter one eight three three Fan Wai: love students (14)

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest updated peasant girl concubine, don't be too sweet the latest chapter!Xue Qinglian's mouth twitched and sucked, annoying and funny.

This girl is so fooled when he is Qian Wanjin's idiot?

He just knew what idea the dead girl played, and he could only drill in.

Whoever dares to move their palm beads in the Liu Family Courtyard, plucks hair on a few of them.

Regardless of whether it is true or false, he will not wait for it.

"Uncle Qinglian, you hurt the most, so please help me. When it comes to investigating clues, no one can match your Cangying Pavilion." Hongdou folded his hands together. Don’t tell my dad my mother, keep it secret, chain on your mouth!"

After all, the little girl stretched out her finger and wanted to hook him.

Xue Qinglian raised her forehead with one hand and was extremely powerless. "If you do, you will know to bully your uncle!"

He probably did a terrible sin in his last life, so this life was eaten to death by a mother and daughter.

Tian Qi carried the tea tray into the room, and the man just got up and walked out, not even drinking the tea.

As he passed his shoulders, the man twisted his face, lowered his throat and gritted his teeth in his ears.

"..."

After leaving the inn, Xue Qinglian disappeared several times in the bright place of the street lamp, and reached the Cangying Pavilion stronghold. The first thing he did was to send a secret letter to the Liu Family Courtyard.

He is very upset now.When you are unhappy, someone will be your companion. Feng Qingbai is the first person to die when he dies.

"Let you taste the thunder and thunder, hum, Lao Tzu is cool!"

The first big thing is done, the second thing is to give orders to the officials of Cangying Pavilion.

Search the killer organizations in East Vietnam as fast as possible!At the same time, I wrote to Yan Rongjin and asked about the information he found there.

The red beans of their family have been good since childhood, and they never complained with others. Some people chased and killed red beans. If it is clear that it has nothing to do with the killer organization, then there is only one possibility left. Red beans are affected by pond fish!

Xue Qinglian's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Did it appear less often on rivers and lakes, and he was less feared, thinking he was pulled out of his teeth?

Um, the friends Feng Qingbai, Feng Mohan, Duan Ting, Yan Rongjin, Qian Wanjin, Liu Zhixia, etc. who are thought to be so thoughtful, Xue Qinglian looks a lot better.

In the inn, Tian Qi placed the tea tray on the table and poured himself and red beans a cup. "What did you talk about, Uncle Qinglian walked so fast."

The previous moment also vowed to stare at his person, and the next moment he would leave without saying a word.

Uncle Qinglian was so good for the first time.

The girl took a sip of her tea cup slowly and smiled with her teeth, "secret and secret."

Tian Qi was speechless and slapped too quickly.

"Then our route is to continue to Xiliang? Don't walk near Shengwuzhai, otherwise you will meet Uncle Qinglian again."

"..." Tian Qimu left the girl's room with a face.

He specially notified people. During the period of inquiring, messaging, and avoiding eyes and ears, it took a lot of trouble. As a result, the girl sent people away without any trouble.

Blame him for being careless and finding the wrong person.

He should not trust Uncle Qinglian that much.

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On the fourth day of the fourth day, the Dongyue Palace.

The emperor hosted a banquet again.

This time it was still a family feast, and only Mrs. Jifu Ji was invited, but many people secretly shuddered.

On New Year's Eve, the emperor once said that feasting was to the queen's mother and daughter to make peace, and if you really said it, you would do it.

Mrs. Ji was personally connected to the palace by the court attendant. There was no joy on her face this time, which was very different from the past.