Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Jun Shaomei said, “Since the king is fine, I will go first. ”

The man in black who stood beside him always had a cold face with a little black under his eyes. People who didn't know what it was, he looked very handsome.

Miaoren Ink doesn't care what happens to this woman. His only purpose in entering the royal palace is to see the feng shui, so as to research the dandruff early.

As long as the other person is immortal, it has no effect.

Nalan Wuzhong liked this face, and when he took back the king's palace, he lost most of his pleasure.

So Shum Wood White doesn't have to worry about this one, she just has to deal with these two... oh, there's one more.

“Your Highness, Master Yin asks to see you.” The guard spoke out.

Shen Wood whitewashed, “Let him in. ”

A teenager in white walked in, holding his hand against his lips, looking like Sister Lin, every step was like a fate, and the attendant next to him carefully held him.

He is the youngest of these men, only fourteen years old, fair skin, sophisticated, dark hair, can't help but admire and admire, what a sweet dude.

“Wife owner.” The teenager's voice is very weak, with pitiful skills. When he looks up, the stars carry a hint of melancholy and sadness.

Yin Xueyuan, his lowest presence in the royal palace, is also the man of the world.

Because of Naran's uncentric appearance, he forcibly entered the Imperial Palace, but due to his poor health, he had to vomit blood once in a while. Naran's reclusion also gradually lost interest and was long forgotten in the backyard.

The task of Shen Mubai is to let Yin Xueyuan press his hand stamp on the recess to leave the royal palace, restore his freedom, and have a good life home.

She thought, "This is probably the simplest thing she's done since the mission."

After all, whoever you are will do it.

Shen Woo Bai couldn't help but feel a bit better, but then something came to mind, like being poured down by a bowl of cold water.

She's going to maintain a month-long manhunt, and according to Naran's uncivilized nature, she's never going to make a posthumous move.

Forget it, it's not a long month anyway.

With this in mind, Shen Ki's eyes grew softer and softer. "It's Snow Abyss. ”

The teenager coughed low, "My wife, Snow Cave couldn't come to see you sooner because of her sudden illness. ”

Because he is the youngest, he should be called the master of Naran's uncivilized wife, not the king.

Liu had no choice but to have a good heart. Although she had only met Young-dong a few times, she felt that Young-dong was a good learner. Unlike the rest of the people, she did not care about the king at all.

Shen Kibai waved, "Come here. ”

With the help of his servant, the teenager walked over step by step, his eyelashes trembling a little uneasy, even his fingers clasped his clothes, "wife. ”

His appearance was brilliant and his skin was a little pale, but his eyes were starry and he was wearing a white shirt and he grew more and more strange.

Shen Kibai said, "Look up at me. ”

The teenager raised his face slightly.

The other person looked at herself and coughed slightly against her lips and couldn't help but twist her face aside, "I fear it will spread to you. ”

Shen Mubai was very satisfied. She felt that the male lead was polite to Nalan, but had no feelings. She was sure that the suspension would be handprinted.

“Humph, Your Highness, that was Jun Shao Mei, and now Yin Xueyuan. Shouldn't your favorite be someone else?” Ji Shuiqi's disgruntled mouth, "she said, not Yila. ”