The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

Su Yan finished listening.

“So?”

Ouyang Yu is silent.

He thought he'd made it clear enough.

I don't know if the princess is really confused or confused.

The sights next to me are laughing.

“Your Highness, the general thinks you did this on purpose. ”

Moved out deliberately and deliberately asked His Majesty the Jianglan State to send someone to raise the matter before His Majesty.

Protest.

I deliberately wanted to attract Ouyang Yu by such means.

You know, Jiang Lan Guo is a small country next to Kim Yong Guo.

But it will take more than a day to reach the capital.

It was almost Su Yan who had just moved out of the house and received a message there.

Then he protested against the emperor of Kim Yong.

As such, there seemed to be no better explanation than what she had deliberately done.

Su Yan is serious

“I didn't."

“Where's the evidence? ”

Su Yan

“Nor do you have any evidence that the palace did this. ”

Ouyang Yu silenced again.

It's just that he's cold.

The owner of a battlefield.

Raising your hand is killing you.

Anticipating Su smoke, as if nothing had been noticed, nothing had changed.

Looking at the scenery next to Su Xiang is even more interesting.

Su Yan suddenly heard a little flower in his head.

“Ding-dong, congratulations to the host on a star shining. ”

Su Yan, listen, was looking at Ouyang Yu.

Instead, he shifted his gaze and landed on the landscape.

Blink, blink, blink.

All of a sudden, listen to the scenery.

“I have heard that the barracks governed by the General are among the best in the army.

I wonder if I might get a chance to watch a lecture. ”

Ouyang Yu looked at the sight of Xuan, half-sounding opening

“The prince is weak. If he is injured by mistake, it is difficult to explain. ”

Jing Jing deepened his laughter

“If it's a mistake, it's the general's skill. ”

Speaking to the viewing room, you can clearly hear the implicit sharp light.

Ouyang Yu is out of touch, and the general public will look dim in front of him.

In other words, this Prince Tsing Jing-jing is not a very close master.

Pencil killings, manipulation, are just moments.

It's masterful.

Chapel is three minutes away.

One for the Emperor, one for the General of the South King of the Town, and the other for the King Jing Jing.

Between the two, it's like the king is missing the king.

Because they are different, there is no great struggle.

It's just that there's a little friction between the same dynasty.

There are wins and losses.

Probably, they both have a mind.

Defeat each other completely.

Respect each other and live forever.

They're all brewing.

Waiting for a spark to pull off decades of peace and security.

By then, who's more skilled?

Probably, both sides are looking forward to that day.

Walk out of the yard.

Kim and Peach are waiting outside.

Peach looked at Her Royal Highness and came out unharmed, relieved.

“Your Highness."

Kim Il also walked in front of Jin Jing

“Your Highness."

Jing-jing looked at Su Yan's mouth as he was about to leave.

“I wonder if Her Royal Highness would be interested in visiting the barracks? ”

Su Smoke stopped.

Well, actually, she's not interested in seeing someone else fight.

She wants to finish planting the seeds in her bags.

But since he said so.

Then go.

She thinks.

Su Smoke nodded

“Okay."

Ouyang Yu shifted his gaze.

He paid little attention to this affectionate princess.

Those weak women, they seem to be able to snap their necks as hard as they can.

He's really not interested.

But now that the view is open.

Then he stopped saying anything.