Poison Genius Consort

Yi Tai Fei is a very leisurely and delicate woman. Aimei is also a cleanliness habit. One room is arranged like a flower house, and the fragrant floral scent comes along, making Han Art Xiao almost forget that this is a dragon pool tiger cave.

Only Yi Tai Fei is lazy to sit in the main position, although he is 40 years old, but he is fairly well maintained, his eyes are deep, a beautiful pair of phoenix eyes reveal a strong rhyme, noble lazy like a queen.

As soon as Han Yen Xiao entered the door, she stared at it and hid it. The daughter-in-law was indeed beautiful, and she was not as annoyed as she had been before. If it had not been for the Queen's bitch who stuffed her into the night, perhaps she would have liked it.

Letting Yi Tai Fei watch, Han Yen Xiao's eyes looked at his nose and nose, and quickly walked to the dragon's non-night side.

“Late at night, when did you return last night? I won't say hello to my mother-in-law. I've been waiting for you for a day.” Yi Tai Fei lazily opened her mouth.

“Something wrong?” The dragon asked at night, finally, the tone of the voice is somewhat human.

“It's okay, I haven't seen you in a long time, I missed you.” Ideal toffee laughed.

Han Yunxi's heart is completely cold. On the day of her wedding yesterday, these two mothers and sons didn't know? - Sing. - And disgusting. - Who?

There was a little hope for dragons, but now they are completely disillusioned. Blessings are not evil, evil cannot be avoided. Whatever should be done, she has experienced great things.

Who knows, at this time, the dragon pulled a white handkerchief out of his sleeve at night and put his hands on it, "Falling red, please look over the mother. ”

As soon as this thing came out, everyone at the venue looked at it, Han Yen Xiao was nearest, the clearest to see, only to see that the handkerchief was stacked into thick squares, the top side was clean, pure and white.

Just a glance, she lost her head and was ready to accept Yi Tai Fei's questioning. As she looked at it, she realized that Qin Wang would not touch this woman. However, she came to Yi Tai Fei with her because she wanted to enter the palace together.

Murong looked like an eye, and the old nurse hurried up and removed the red pad and handed it to Yi Tai Fei with both hands.

Yi Tai Fei glanced at Lima's face, “Bride, what's going on? Your Highness returned last night. How did you serve? ”

As he questioned, he prompted Red Pacha in a manageable manner, who knew that the provocation was immediately red on Snow White's spa.

“Ah!” Yi Tai Fei couldn't bear to scream. She took a look at it. It was really blood!

Han Yen Xiao's subconscious head looked up and saw the reddish, red!

This... God!

Her incredible dynasty dragon looked, the man still had no expression on his face, cold as a god of ice, but the heart of Han Art Xiao was somehow warm.

Long Fei Night, you mean enough, enough guys, thank you so much!

“The mother-in-law has also seen it. Someone, send it to the palace. ”

Even Yi Tai Fei's men dared not disobey the orders of the Dragon Fei Night. The old nurse hurried to collect the dishes. Yi Tai Fei's eyes flashed with surprise and let go reluctantly.

She took a deep look at Murong, and seemed to be asking, "Han Yunxiao won't use any witchcraft to seduce her son? My son is never moved by beauty!

That blush is like a thorn in Murong's eyes. It hurts so much, she doesn't believe it, she never believes it!

Remove the red pad and serve the hot tea.

“Queen Princess toffee tea.” The old nanny shouted.

With the affirmation of the dragon, Han Yunxi has a lot of air. She steadily lifted the teacup and respectfully bowed to prayer. “Concubine Han's Yunxi, say hello to the mother-in-law, the mother-in-law is a thousand years old, the mother is a thousand years old! ”

Yi Taifei's eyeballs turned and glanced at the dragon's non-night eyes. Despite reluctance, she still gave her son face. She took the tea, sipped it, gave him a blue jade, put it on for Han Yunxi herself, faintly said, "The palace has nothing to tell you, just remember that no matter what you say, nothing can be ashamed of the palace and His Highness. ”

“Yes, the concubine is remembered.” Han Yen Xiao answered seriously.

“Flatten up.” Yi Tai Fei said, waved her hand to make Nangong come, “like, you are a junior, give your sister-in-law a toast to tea. ”

“Yes.” Murong sounded like a gentle, good voice, always through three points of pity, as if someone had bullied her. She picked up the hot tea and step-by-step walked toward the Korean Art Xiao. Her eyes flashed with hatred under weakness.