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The little belly is bitter, but the little belly doesn't say anything, and holds back.

Insiders, spies, all of them.

Now we have to make a shield.

If you can't stop it, can't you stop it? Will his belly become a hornet's nest?

Please allow your little belly to grieve deeply and mourn your belly in advance.

"Here, guys, get ready, our lives are in our own hands." The little belly looked at the peerless elegance coming from the proud sky, his hands trembled, like sifting bud rice, and he led the palace people to stand side by side in front of the wooden plank.

The style of painting is a little weird.

Lianlang, Lianlang, please grow it longer, so that the life of this belly can be longer.

The winter light passed through the thin snowflakes and turned into crystals, refracted on the handsome face of the proud sky, the black jade hair crown on the bun exuded a mysterious light, a well-cut Xuan robe wrapped his majestic body, the jade pendant on the waist seal became more and more transparent, and the dark cloak was like his flamboyant king's wings, supporting the entire sky.

His pride was all given to Xiao Yushu.

Li Yushu secretly passed the book to Murong Che Feige, which was a big deal in Li Aotian's heart.

How can his woman pass on the book to other men, as if she were a man who has thoughts about her.

This is absolutely unforgivable.

And it must be strangled in the cradle.

The wind under his feet shows his feelings of missing leaving the jade tree these days.

These days, he asked the side of his little belly about the situation of leaving Yushu.

Eat, drink and play a small day.

Wake up to sleep and find food and drink.

Every day is like this, extremely moisturized, extremely happy.

Later, Li Aotian, who couldn't help it, asked the little belly if the emperor had mentioned himself.

The little belly thought about it, but I didn't mention it, I painted, and it was Xiaotian who painted.

Aotian's whole face was dark.

Stepping on, the black-bottomed satin boots stepped on the ground, and the awe-inspiring king's momentum directly made the little belly wait for a row to kneel: "The slave has seen the prince." ”

Scold......

It's called a bang.

At first glance, I didn't know that I thought that the little belly and others were going to ventilate inside.

"Rise ......" The deep lips of Aotian opened slightly, and he wanted him to wait to get up, but his eyes fell on the wooden board behind them.

The order to get up was not heard for a long time, and the little belly dared to glance at Li Aotian and found that his eyes were staring at something.

Ponder it carefully.

Finished.

Bad dish.

Planks were found.

Little belly regrets, why didn't he think that as long as he knelt down, he couldn't stop the plank.

He's sending himself to die.

Horizontal and vertical death, death is also vertical death, it is better to protect the emperor.

He stood up and blocked the wooden plank, just in front of the awe-inspiring and cold eyes of Li Aotian, and his whole body trembled in fright.

"Get out of the way." Li Aotian looked at him with cold eyes.

"Minions...... Minion...... Wrong. "The little belly still doesn't have the courage, or cowardice, he knelt down, thinking, Your Majesty, the slave can only help you get here, don't forget to put more beef on the slave's grave when the time comes, it should be spicy.

That plank was fine sandalwood.

Li Aotian curled his long fingers and knocked it, the sound was crisp and the texture was good.

His deep eyes stared at the words on the wooden board, his thin lips opened lightly, and he lightly spat out the words on it: "Uncle Huang and Mimi are not allowed to enter, very good." ”

This provision is directed at him alone.

"What is the emperor doing inside?" The deep eyes from the proud sky stared at the layer of window paper.

The little belly said weakly: "Back to the prince, the emperor is painting Xiaotian." ”