Legend of Fu Yao

Great things, three meals a day, no need to worry about this palace, what is the heart? ”

The cold and majestic female voice came, but the sound quality was soft. It seemed to be the accent of the most promising Nanjiang generation. The soft palate was a word, so the soft palate gave birth to tenacity. Enthusiastic, I heard people worry.

At the end of the promenade, the woman standing in the eight palace skirts of the Ming and Qing Dynasties in the Hague, is full of high-strength, long skirts, decorated with colorful phoenix Asahi beads, eight treasures of glazed gold enamel, eighteen pearl crescents, hanging The tearful phoenix pendant, the pearly light can not see her eyebrows, but there is glamorous and sharp air, compelling.

Mother of the Promise, the mother of the Promise of the Sun, the Queen of the Yuan.

The Queen of the Yuan was standing still, and looked at the Promise of the Sun for a long time with a look that should not belong to the mother and the child.

"After the mother, the body is well-being?" The long-term Sun Wuji looks unmoved and gives a slight gift. "I don't know if you are coming to Huazhou, the children are not greeted, and the mother is forgiven."

"Free." The Queen of the Yuan said indifferently. "You are not sure that the sins of others are good. Who dares to drop your sins?"

The long-term Sun Wuji seems to have never heard this sentence, and faintly said, "There are some chores in the children's court. When the meeting is finished, please come back to the mother. This is a good view of Huazhou. If you like it later, your parents will arrange a local county to accompany you." ”

"What are you going to do?" Yuan Queen stared at him closely, and his eyes turned to see Meng Fu, who was behind him. "Where is the wild boy, do you know that you don't know if you want to be safe?"

Meng Fu shook the previous step to give a gift. The long-term Sun Wuji suddenly reached out and stopped her. "The goddess, this is the foreign minister. It is not appropriate to see the palace, and the son-in-law will let her quit."

Meng Fu shakes the shackles, and the Queen’s gaze suddenly shoots like a sword. She looks at Meng Fu’s shake, seems to have some enlightenment, thinks about it, Sen Randao, “I’m not the single squatting to rescue Yaocheng, pretending to be a grain ruin Wang Junxin’s surname Meng?”

These two words are drawn from the gaps of the teeth. The sharpness of the knife is sharp and the voice is falling. The voices are not waiting for the long-term Sun Wuji and Meng Fu’s reaction. The Queen has already had a sleeve and sighed. —"