The Corpse Ruler Confuses the World, All Seven Husbands Are Devils

“Princess He asked to see you.” The guard briefed inside outside the door.

Shortly afterwards, he hurried out of the house, an untidy man, then left under cover. He Mingled his shirt and walked in.

“See princess.” He Ying knelt on the ground, respectfully leaning towards the ink.

A ruby-colored blanket covered the body with ink, then the guard pulled an eyebrow and said softly, "Get up! ”

“But there's movement over the ink? ”

He Ying got up and said: “Back to the grand princess, the six princesses didn't seem to believe that the woman was the murderer. ”

“Oh?” Ink frowned.

Then, He Ying will tell the whole story in full and in full.

After listening, the ink looked slightly heavier and the face swept over, “In that case, they couldn't investigate. ”

“The princess means…”

Ink leaned his hands and made a chopping move. He Yingzheng collared the departure of God. After He Ying left, Ink leaned on his back, and his delicate face was covered with a touch of fatigue and sadness.

She took a handkerchief out of her arms and embroidered only two undyed lotus blossoms on a plain handkerchief, underneath the handkerchief, embroidered with golden silk thread: Xiao Aishang.

“Yunshang.” The ink poured the handkerchief over the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently, and the deep pity floated in his face, "I will surely grab you. Mozi, you don't deserve to be my mother. I will send you to eternal hell with my own hands. ”

Mozizi is the queen's maiden name, which has not been mentioned since the queen took the throne. And when the ink poured onto the six princesses, the memory book was broken. Until then, when the ink poured up, everything about the ink poured out of the glass mind.

It turns out that before Mozi took the throne, he was just one of many princesses, quite ordinary. Mu Xinzhi's father was the son of Prime Minister Noh during the Queen's reign, so when the Prime Minister was alive, the Queen was always fond of her father. Shortly after the birth of Mozi, the Prime Minister passed away unexpectedly, and then the ministers in the court presented evidence of the Prime Minister's embezzlement, together with officials from the tribal side. Naturally, Mozi's father also lost his love and was entered by Her Majesty the Queen.

Murozi was later raised by a princess who had no children under her knees. Of course, the princess ignored Murozi, and even if she didn't curse Murozi, she would be fortunate.

Ever since she was a child, Mozi has sworn that she must take the throne and look up to those who did not regard her as a human being. Let them know that she, Muzizi, is not a mess either.

So Mu Zhizi raised the sharp, sneaking horses, and mixed among the princesses like fish with water. But no princess can truly and truly treat Mozi as a princess, not even as a human being.

Naturally, they were not prepared to compete for the throne.

When the princesses fought to kill me and hurt me, Mozi just made a small plot to tear down the sister who was about to rise to the throne. He sat on the throne with his "good name and good words”.

Upon ascending the throne, Mozizi cleared all princess party feathers and freely charged her sisters with “selling through the enemy”, removing them all.

Perhaps the remnants of the party feathers were not completely cleaned up, and on one day, under the guard of Shizi Mu, the assassins were given an opportunity to ride. And it was at this time that Indra's father sacrificed himself to save Indra's life.

After receiving this information, the ink dumps hidden on the beam were shocked and it was not apparent that the battle for the throne was so fierce. Even the maid who raised her as a child was not spared the death of all her own sisters.

Take a sigh of relief, the ink spills a little missed her cultivated cave. Even though it is cold and lonely, there is no one in the world to fight for, and none of this is right or wrong.

“Who is it?” Mo dumped a sigh, cautiously stuffed the handkerchief in his arms, then chou the sword next to the bed, stepped out, stood in the hall of the room, looking around.

The guard outside the room heard the sound of ink pounding and rushed in with a sword.

“Search me carefully, I'm afraid someone shouldn't have come in.” Mo leaned cold in his face and sounded like snow and cold in March.

“Yes,” answered the waiters, shrinking.

……

The ink poured out and walked lightly down the street.

Just now she was careless and made a noise. But I didn't expect Ink to react so quickly. It seems that Ink has not been idle these days!

However, the ink dump did not die enough to surprise the ink dump, as Mozi said, and now the ink dump seems to be hiding here to do what. It's all like a mist. It's kind of confusing.

However, Li Mingxiang's death was directly related to the ink dump. Whatever she wanted to do, she had to be held accountable for what she did. She wants her life back.

Suddenly, the ink poured black in front of his eyes and his eyes were covered.

“Guess who I am?” A tiny noise with a thick nose sounded behind the ink.

An expression of helplessness swept over the ink's face, "Shut up, Tianlang. Did you know I almost hurt you? ”

“Pfft... hahahaha...” The rumored slang laughed behind the ink glass, but it seemed like he wasn't ready to let go of the ink glass eyes, he said: "By you? Ha-ha-ha... you still want to hurt me? My sweet glass, are you sure you're not kidding? ”

“Are you questioning my ability?” The ink-tiltered fists gradually gripped and the corners of her mouth twitched a few times.

With a smile on his lips, he leaned toward the city, “Of course I doubt your ability. ”

Without waiting for the ink to spit happily, Mu Tianlang next said something that almost spit blood on the ink, "I didn't even see your abilities. ”

If so, Ink Tin really wants to slap the man in front of him.

But when I saw that they were already surrounded by people of all kinds, the ink was intolerant.

“Follow me home.” Ink reached out and held Tianlang's hand, walking forward angrily, "next time go out remembering the veil. ”

She hates the way people stare at each other.

Left to the ink, Tianlang has a faint smile on her beautiful face.

He really likes ink like this!

Cough... the new text will be published tomorrow!! I hope your loved ones are more supportive. So dah!!