Chapter 643: Tyrant, Please Stay 1

"!"

"!"

"Please, save my brother!"

"The emperor wants to kill him!"

"Decapitation is about to begin!"

As soon as I woke up for the first time, I heard the cry of a woman outside.

Daji instantly sent the information to her head.

Tyrants and favorite concubines?

Despot!

The last world has just been gentle, so give her this one?

"!"

Outside the purple bead curtain, there was a sound of kowtowing.

Knock knock.

"Xin'er, kick her out, the noise hurts my brain......"

This voice is also flattering!

I was a little scared at first sight.

No wonder the rumor that killed his father and brother to get the throne, the mother and concubine committed suicide because of this, cruel and cold, the six relatives did not recognize him, and no one dared to disobey him in the court.

Otherwise, you will be killed immediately.

In this harem, there are countless women.

That emperor, only in front of her, will ease up.

However, after entering the palace for a year, the emperor has not touched her.

Just holding her to sleep.

Let her sing and coax him.

If you can't hear her, you can't sleep.

This sound, like sweetness, listens to it, takes a bite, and the sweet taste enters the stomach and penetrates into the bones.

"Xin'er, serve the palace to freshen up."

"Yes."

She sat in front of the bronze mirror, and the woman outside was still yelling, kneeling outside the hall.

She frowned.

The guard outside slapped the woman to the ground.

"Shut up! It's noisy! ”

There was blood at the corner of her mouth, and she didn't dare to speak.

and kept prostrating.

Blood also appeared on his forehead.

The big ones drip down.

These guards seem to have the same temperament as Lou Chen, tyrants.

She just frowned.

The portrait reflected in the bronze mirror is not clear, but this outline can also see how beautiful her face is.

Brown eyes and peach blossom eyes, a reddish tear mole at the end of the eyes, a small nose, lips are beautiful peach blossom color, the face is like a peach blossom, and the country is captivated.

She wore a purple tulle skirt, with a golden step on her head, and her hair tied behind her head, revealing her small face, which was the size of a palm.

"Niangniang is getting more and more beautiful......" Xin'er helped her get up, "Niangniang, who the emperor wants to kill, no one can persuade her, Niangniang, don't wade into this troubled water, then Zhao Shilang embezzled the silver taels for disaster relief, and the emperor will be so angry." ”

But Zhao Shilang is the son of the prime minister.

If Zhao Shilang is slaughtered, it will be equivalent to declaring war with the prime minister.

The prime minister was originally dissatisfied with him, because the original crown prince was the third prince, but two years ago, the third prince passed away.

All incriminating evidence points to Lou Chen.

But there was no way.

Under the emperor's knees, there is only one prince left, Lou Chen.

He can only inherit the throne.

"Where?"

"Guanghua Gate."

"Take me there."

When I first saw that I was sitting on an exclusive guard of honor, this body seemed to be a little delicate!

Her status in this body is not high, when the emperor ascended the throne a year ago, her father was originally just a seven-rank official.

Because she is favored by the emperor, she has now risen to the position of the waiter of the Ministry of Rites.

When I first saw it, I saw a group of people standing in the distance.

"The first concubine is married!"

She looked into the distance, and at this moment, Qin Chenlou was wearing a black dragon robe, which was inlaid with a golden soaring dragon.

The dragon's claws are fangs and claws, and his eyes are mighty, just like his dark eyes at this moment, and the color of his eyes is like a bottomless black abyss.

Gloomy and terrible.

The sun was shining.

On the empty ground, kneeling was a man in a white prison uniform.

There were two executioners standing beside him.

Holding a bright broadsword in his hand.

Always ready to cut down. 166 Reading Network