Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

“My lord, this... can't be right?” Somebody's got chestnuts.

However, it was quickly pressed down by several other sounds.

“This woman is dying tomorrow. What are you afraid of? When we're done, we feed her something until she's chopped up and her bowels fall out, and she can't keep it squeaky. ”

“Brother Lu is right. Woman, I've played too much, the Emperor's woman, think, sleep, what the soul tastes like! ”

Zhang Jin shocked even his body trembled.

“You are a great sin against kings.” He was so confused that he realized he was already walking in.

Oil lights are dim, distorting people's faces.

On the table, several drinks were turned over, the drinks fell to the floor, and the beans scattered the table.

One of them glanced at him, “Oh, Brother Zhang is back. ”

Jailhead Mu Quan. That's what he just proposed. His sister had married a concubine in the tent of the Royal Palace of Lingrui earlier, and he immediately took up his post, gained a high price for the boat, and had grown bold.

Zhang Jin hurried up to the previous step and laughed: “The adult must have had more wine. This can't be done. ”

Muse laughed.

“Brother Zhang served in the courtesy ministry, how can our rude people get into your eyes? However, if Brother Zhang agrees to do this today, then Mu can let Brother pull the head first. ”

His words were uncertain, and the prison guards laughed.

“If there is one more corpse tomorrow, Mu simply said that the adult ate more wine and offended the Queen's Princess's body. ”

He opened his mouth slightly, the weather was cold, but he was already sweating.

In the air, suddenly there was a thin sound.

If nothing, look carefully, but it seems to be just a trance.

“Gentlemen, who will come first? ”

In the cell, a faint voice came out. It's not so soft, but it's the woman who once had 3,000 favorites together.

But that voice, on this cold night, suddenly gave life to an unspeakable comfort and stretched out the strings that had swelled from the bottom of my heart.

More than a dozen prison guards, looking at each other, had deep desires in their eyes, and for a moment everyone had the intention of scrubbing their fists.

Shoyu, caught by the wind, slightly rolled up the ledge in front of the cell in front of the crowd.

Zhang Jin pinched his fist and only died there.

Yes, this thin handkerchief was laid down by Xu Bus, the arch eunuch next to the emperor, the day the princess went to jail.

The curtain fell and covered the woman's makeup.

Does the face burn with peach blossoms? But you can never know.

Zhang Jin was the last prison guard to come in, and the messenger fell on him.

Occasionally, she would ask for some water.

Pull it in and move it through the fence. That hand, stretched out of the silk, tiny, trimmed nails, ten fingers undyed Danko.

Three days in prison, she was quiet as a dead person, giving a feeling, as if the curtain had been pulled apart, that there was no one in it. Until now.

Yearling sort of solved the circumference for him, but Zhang Jin thought that the woman was mostly crazy.