Lin Tanhua was confused and suffered a disaster without knowing it. She immediately became weak in her legs and sat on a chair.

The weak Miss Fan was taken away and spitted on Xu Fengnian in the previous dynasty, and was very strong-willed. As a result, he was slapped out of the house by Yuan Zuozong and lay in the snow like a lump of mud.

Xu Fengnian remained calm about this and took the portrait from Yuan Zuozong. He was himself, only six or seven points similar, but he was twelve points similar.

It can be seen that Sister Fan was quite inappropriate in her eyes, and she didn't even want to look at her eyes. Her temperament in her heart was even more despicable. Xu Fengnian sat down with the portrait and smiled. Both of the special inner assassins were taken away by Yuan Zuozong. Xu Fengnian looked up and asked, "Blue Bird, where is Wutongyuan?"

She said calmly: "It's okay."

Xu Fengnian laughed at himself: "Once I drank with Lu Qiuer, I got drunk. The fat man said that I had two groups of dead soldiers around me, one group of four, only four code names, A, B, C, D, and the other group didn't even know him. Tell me how many people are in Wutongyuan? Are they maids or other servants?"

She shut up and said nothing.

Xu Fengnian looked at the blue bird straight, "Are you?"

The blue bird still speaks.

Xu Fengnian sighed and looked down at the portrait, "If it's safe here, you can retreat first."

She left gently, silently.

She came to Wutongyuan, and the fat-filled girl, Sweet Sweet Sweet Sweet Sit on the railing of the corridor, holding a small bronze mirror, and her hands were covered with blood similar to rouge, and were applied little by little to her lips.

The blue bird was full of disgust.

This maid, who is generally recognized as weak and soft as a koi in the royal palace, needs to be fed by his master to survive, also did not look at the blue bird, but just tilted her head and smiled at the mirror, "Is it beautiful?"

The blue bird sneered slightly.

All sounds are extremely harsh.

Sweet potato pursed his lips, and under the reflection of the snow on the moonlit night, his face was very charming and charming, and he said charmingly: "It's better to be more beautiful than you."

The blue bird turned and left, leaving a faint sentence: "You are old quickly."

Sweet potato didn't refute, and said to himself with a vague look: "It's great that the day when people can't live is old and yellow."
Chapter completed!