"Sister, I like smart girls, and my master also likes a strong girl like you... Volunteering to dedicate yourself to the Sixth Prince is equivalent to entering the fire pit. Whether you choose to die in this fire pit without a burial place or destroy this fire pit depends on your thoughts."

"It's useless to pretend to be pitiful in front of my sister, do you understand?"

The woman, who was originally full of tears, suddenly raised her head. Where did she get the slightest fear of sadness in her eyes, which was filled with mist? There was only a strong hatred and an indescribable pain. She voluntarily sacrificed herself to the Sixth Prince for her family. Who can understand the pain she suffered?

"By the way, let me tell you a bad news. Your family has long died and died in the Heavenly Prison!"

The woman's eyes were wide open and suddenly the acupoints were lit by Chishui. All the questions were forced back into her stomach. Tears in her eyes kept dripping, and her resentful and distorted eyes were full of pain. Her eyes widened hard, as if she was terrifying as if she had taken out of her eyes. Now she just wanted to rush to the man to question.

It was clearly agreed at the beginning...

"Your family died in the prison half a year ago, and you have nothing left!" Chishui reached out and touched the woman's head happily, as if she was training a pet. He lowered his head and said softly in the woman's ear: "He is the sixth prince, you are just a sex slave. Even if you rush in front of him, you can't touch a hair of his hair. If I were you, I would definitely look for this person's flaws in secret, and then give the flaws to his enemies, so that he will eventually become nothing!"

A devilish contract came to the woman's ears, and she hated her immensely. If her family died half a year ago, then what would be the humiliation she had endured?

Not willing, not willing, not willing...

In the palace, after Ace's people were taken out, Yan Qingyu told Mo Yan what she was going to do. She glanced at Zhao Jiujiu on the bed, and then smiled happily: "She is the gift I gave to Your Highness, General Zhao Jiujiu's concubine daughter!"

When Mo Yan heard that this woman was from General Zhao's mansion, he couldn't help but feel alert. When he heard that he was a concubine's daughter, he frowned tightly.

"I think a concubine's daughter is not worthy of you?" Yan Qingyu directly guessed the thoughts of the man in front of her and sneered mockingly: "Your Highness will never become the crown prince. Your Highness, all you have to do is to store your own power. The imperial concubine Zhao Nuannian has no prince under her and has always been a mortal enemy of the Empress, so she will never favor the prince. General Zhao is your Highness, but unfortunately you have been stamped with the nine thousand years old on your body, so you will not retreat or retreat to find another branch."

"Zhao Qiqi is General Zhao's favorite daughter. I believe that he will die is also likely because someone killed Zhao Qiqi in order to alienate the relationship between General Zhao's mansion and the princes. Perhaps it is not impossible to say that all this was killed by the prince. Can you tell me why?"

Mo Yan sat on the bed with his naked body, his lower body covered with a thin sheet. He looked at Yan Qingyu in front of him with a serious expression, pursed his lips, and shook his head: "Why did the prince kill her?"

"Because His Highness the Crown Prince is incompatible with General Zhao's mansion! He put all the charges on Yan Qingyu, thus divising the relationship between the Fourth Prince and General Zhao's mansion. He can also make General Zhao hate Yan Xun because Yan Qingyu is the concubine of the Prime Minister's mansion, so he will not just help the ninth prince... In this way, in the end, who will do it?"

Yan Qingyu looked at the window with her hands behind her back and curled her lips: "Everyone knows that the Crown Prince and General Zhao's mansion are in conflict, so the Crown Prince will not be the murderer... In this way, isn't it your plan?"

"This palace hasn't done such a thing!"

"Of course you didn't do it. I said, this is the prince's plan... His Highness of the Crown Prince knew that General Zhao belonged to you, but he was a little patient and did not contact you because he was nine thousand years old. The reason for his doing this was to cut off General Zhao's side-to-side gangs towards you. Does Your Highness understand?"

Mo Yan didn't expect that there were so many power struggles in the middle of that matter. He glanced at Zhao Jiujiu, "What's the point of bringing this concubine's daughter?"

"A beauty is by your side. Does your highness still understand what to do as a man? Or do you need me to find a few pictures of the erotic palace for you?" Yan Qingyu's eyes were even more profound. Everyone in the palace was wearing a mask, and no one knew what the face hidden under the mask looked like.

She will never be cheated of once.

"You..." Mo Yan's face turned black. When he was about to be angry, Yan Qingyu turned around. Only a pair of bright and cold eyes appeared on her masked face. Facing the moonlight outside, she stood in front of the window, and a layer of silvery luster appeared on her body, and a crisp laugh like a silver bell sounded.

"General Zhao's only daughter now has a skin kinship with His Highness. As long as his highness shows a little affectionate, I believe that he can hold Zhao Jiujiu firmly in his palm. A concubine's position as a concubine, I believe she will accept your love with joy. Regardless of whether General Zhao is really willing to help you, as long as he marrys General Zhao's mansion, this person knows that General Zhao is on your side."

"Does Your Highness still have any questions now? Or is it a pity that this innocent concubine daughter?" Yan Qingyu showed a faint sarcasm on her face. Although Zhao Jiujiu was innocent, her personality would not be very good. If she was really a straightforward and pure person, she might not have made such a plan.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, she is no longer a virgin, you don't need any psychological burden!"

Mo Yan clenched his fists with both hands. He liked to love, but something seemed wrong with this feeling. He felt like he was forced to breed?

"Does this palace need to thank you for your hard work? Miss Yan Qingyu?"

Yan Qingyu covered her face and did not intend to be honest with each other. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, but she looked at Mo Yan's eyes without any warmth: "Your Highness, you have no choice. I have said that if you still want that dragon throne, you must be obedient... By the way, you may not be able to stand up in a battle. Before you get along with Zhao Jiujiu, I will send you another interesting news, right?"

Chi Rabbit, who walked in outside the door, handed a few pieces of paper from his arms to Mo Yan, his eyes as beautiful as a fox, and Mo Chongcai's corners were dyed red with rouge.

"This is some news about Jiu Qiansui. Your Highness can watch it slowly when you have time... But Jiu Qiansui will come to you soon. Remember to destroy it after reading it, otherwise the gods will not be able to save you!" Yan Qingyu walked step by step as heavy as walking on the tip of a knife. She walked to Mo Yan, lowered her head slightly, and said a few words in Mo Yan's ear.

The faint fragrance on his body was spread to Mo Yan's nose, causing his heart to stagnate for a moment, and the extremely faint fragrance made him feel strong as if he could not breathe. This smell was more comfortable than all the fragrances he had played with. He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and the breath in his ears made his heart tremble gently. He did not come back to his senses until Yan Qingyu left in front of him, and was immersed in the faint fragrance on his face.

When he came to his senses, the room was empty, only the woman on the bed kept twisting her body and moaning unbearably.

Everything seemed like a dream just now. Mo Yan looked down at the paper in his hand and realized that it was not a dream... Subconsciously, he looked through the paper in his hand. All the dense words were recorded, and there was something about Nine Thousand Years. The more he looked, the deeper the anger in Mo Yan's eyes. He held the rice paper tightly with his hands, widened his eyes as the dense words in front of him were constantly twisting, and he gritted his teeth.

So that's it... It turns out that this is why Jiu Qiansui helped him.

The fire that threw the paper aside, the anger in Mo Yan's eyes was far stronger and more gloomy than the black flames. His gaze stared at Zhao Jiujiu, who was constantly twisting his body on the bed. He pulled open her clothes hard, and without any kissing foreplay, his body covered directly.

A figure suddenly appeared in my mind, Mo Yan curled his mouth lightly, and he stretched out his hand to caress Zhao Jiujiu's face: "Yan Qingyu..."

The woman moaned and the man couldn't help but growled and called out to another person's name. The mottled moonlight shone on the ups and downs of the men and women, and everything seemed so lonely. The neck was wrapped around the quilt and was forced to be happy like a domestic animal. No one could feel hatred more than Mo Yan.

He treated the woman under him as Yan Qingyu, wishing to kill the other party and let her die under him.

Outside the window, Yan Qingyu looked at the scene in front of her quietly through the moonlight, smiling with satisfaction.

Chishui stood behind her and tilted her head slightly: "Will the Sixth Prince believe in the so-called nine thousand-year-old life experience?"

"Yes, after all, he is suspicious!" Yan Qingyu took her eyes back from the overlapping man and woman. Her voice was unprecedentedly relaxed, as if she had thought of something interesting and curled her lips: "By the way, you have to do a full set of fake dramas. Remember to prepare the so-called human certificate!"

"You made it so well, there was no loophole at all. Now the sixth prince will not be on the side of Jiu Qiansui, but will hate Jiu Qiansui!" Chisai's eyes were filled with stunning praise. She was still her. Even if she had changed her skin, her intelligent mind still followed her.

Who would have thought that none of the information in the hands of the Sixth Prince was real? Nine Thousand Sui was too mysterious, so it was not easy to check him. Since it could not be found, then fabricate an identity, which would be much easier. Therefore, the texts seen by the Sixth Prince recorded the identity of Nine Thousand Sui in densely.

The late emperor once had a princess who died very early. His Highness was the adopted daughter of the folk taken by the late emperor recorded in history. She died of illness when she was less than 20 years old. Yan Qingyu disguised her identity from here, saying that the princess had a secret love with His Majesty, and had no blood relationship, but was still a brother and sister in name, so she could not be together openly and could only live in secret.

The princess was pregnant and left behind. After the late emperor knew about it, he secretly sentenced the princess to death and secretly exiled Jiu Qiansui. It was not until His Majesty ascended the throne that he brought Jiu Qiansui back. He could not give the prince the identity openly, but could give him endless glory, and even wanted to give the throne to Jiu Qiansui.

Mo Yan was extremely angry when he saw these contents. It turned out that Jiu Qiansui was a prince, the most suitable person for the throne in His Majesty's heart. So what was he approaching himself for? He used him as a pawn?

It is difficult to ask for a testimony for such past dynasties, but only a few witnesses are required to deliberately prepare Mo Yan to believe everything, and he is repulsive and secretly hateful to Jiu Qiansui.

When Yan Qingyu left Mo Yan's palace, Leng Rui smiled bloodthirstyly. The wolf she was scolding could not have two collars on her neck. She had to pry the corner of the nine thousand years old.

After Mo Yan tried his best to finish everything, he fell on the bed powerlessly. What appeared in his mind was the news that Jiu Qiansui was His Majesty's illegitimate son. He didn't know whether these things were true or not, but when he thought about His Majesty's love for Jiu Qiansui, he felt that this matter was most likely true.

If this is the case, don’t blame him for being unkind and unrighteous!

The next morning, a woman's scream of collapse came from the palace. After the screaming, she returned to peace... But within two hours, the sixth prince Mo Yan personally went to General Zhao's palace to propose marriage, asking to marry General Zhao Jiujiu as her concubine.

A prince needs to get his majesty's permission to marry a concubine, but he does not need to pass his majesty to take a concubine or marry a concubine. He can marry by himself if he wants to.

General Zhao had no idea why his daughter came out of the palace of the Sixth Prince overnight, but Zhao Jiujiu kept kneeling down and begging General Zhao to say that she and the Sixth Prince were truly in love with each other and wanted to make a contribution... In addition, the Sixth Prince was particularly sincere, and marrying the concubine's daughter as a concubine was already a love for Zhao Jiujiu.

In an uproar, General Zhao could not refuse to accept it. The fact that Zhao Jiujiu had lost her innocence after coming out of the palace was in front of her. If she did not agree, she could only watch her last daughter die.

General Zhao finally agreed to the sixth prince's proposal. The marriage time was set for a month, and none of these actions won the favor of His Majesty. After all, this rule has always been like this. Only the official concubine is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the concubine, and the concubine only needs to be in love and willing to take a concubine.

When His Majesty knew about this, his face changed suddenly. Jiu Qiansui, who was playing chess with him on one side, also became particularly cold and cold. He pinched the chess piece in his hand, and the chess piece turned into a stream and slid down from his fingertips. It showed that the chess piece of the Sixth Prince had been out of his control. He clearly repeatedly reminded him not to allow any involvement with General Zhao's mansion.

The nine thousand-year-old figure flashed and disappeared out of thin air.

Mo Yan returned from General Zhao's mansion, and the expression on his face instantly sank. When he walked into the study, he felt the extremely powerful suction force that caused him to lose control, and he couldn't help but fly heavily into it.

The neck was heavily pinched by a pair of hands as strong as steel, and the throat felt a scorching pain in an instant.

"You are so brave? How dare you disobey my orders?"

Because of the angry Nine Thousand Years' clear and deep gaze, his long eyebrows were squinted into his temples, and his thin lips turned slightly white, forming a very cold and sharp straight line. Whether it was angry or happy, the man's face was so gorgeous, one more masculine and one less feminine. He looked at Mo Yan quietly, which made Mo Yan feel the bone-eroding coldness, but he could not control his eyes.

"Nine Thousand Years..." Mo Yan was shocked. The man in front of him, who was lingering with anger, was very dangerous. The period of time he spent together made him clearly know the consequences of violating the other party.

He wanted to kill himself.

"I don't like disobedient people, and I have said more than once that I will not be allowed to have any connection with the Zhao family. Are you looking for death knowingly? "Jiu Qiansui pinched Mo Yan's neck hard, and Mo Yan's face began to turn red in an instant. Because of the lack of oxygen and the pain in his throat, his face became redder and redder... and it became more and more difficult to breathe.

Perhaps because of instinctive fear, the man's face in front of him, which was as beautiful as a ghost, made Mo Yan feel the unignorable palpitations, his face turned from red to blue, and finally changed from blue to gray-purple... Moreover, Mo Yan's eyes turned white and opened his mouth wide in pain, and saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, as if he was dying like a fish that had been removed from water.

"Nine thousand years old... silence... angrily..." Mo Yan struggled with all his strength, and the intermittent notes were broken and unpleasant, but Mo Yan did not beg for mercy, and he never spoke even though he was about to be strangled to death.

The anger in Jiu Qiansui's eyes was like a substantial wave. His chess piece quietly wanted to be liberated? Resist?

He absolutely does not allow it!

But this piece is useful and cannot be killed for the time being!

Jiu Qiansui threw the man aside, and Mo Yan's body hit the wall heavily before he stopped. He hit the wall heavily, except for a very painful groan, he fell to the ground, looking half-dead, and looked very miserable.

Jiu Qiansui didn't plan to kill someone, but just looked at Mo Yan's painful appearance coldly and slowly stopped his movements. His mysterious and distant black pupils reflected a deep ghost. He looked down at Mo Yan lying on the ground from a high point, warning word by word: "If you dare to disobey your order, you will make you firmly remember the consequences of disobedience with your body!"

Waving his hand, a secret guard flashed out of the secret, respectfully handed a bottle of medicine in his hand to Jiu Qiansui's face. Jiu Qiansui's clear eyes just glanced quietly, and then stood upright behind his hands: "Give it to him!"

A pill was forced to feed it into his mouth. There was no time to resist. Mo Yan squatted on the ground and kept retching, slashing his throat with his fingers, trying to spit out the medicine that melted in his mouth, but everything was futile.

The medicine turned into juice and flowed into the throat. Not long after, a strong and severe pain came from the depths. Mo Yan was lying on the ground with a life worse than death, struggling in pain.

Wailing.

I really couldn't bear such a pain, so I could only kneel on the ground and pray that Nine Thousand Years would spare his life. I looked particularly miserable and pitiful.

It was not until he completely wet his sweat and his clothes that Jiu Qiansui looked at him coldly: "This is a punishment for disobedience!"

Mo Yan, who was lying on the ground, was gasping for strength, and the sound in his ears was empty, and he didn't even have the strength to return the mouth.

Until Jiu Qiansui left, he suddenly showed an unknown smile when he lay on the ground, and raised his weak palm to cover his eyes, "Hehehe... Jiu Qiansui... You are still one step away from chess!"

Mo Yan laughed loudly and sarcastically, but what he recalled in his mind was what Yan Qingyu said to him not long ago.

You are of great use to Nine Thousand Years, so he will never kill you, but because your out of control will definitely give you pain as a punishment. But your Highness, please rest assured that you have ever experienced the most painful pain, so that little punishment is nothing.

Even Jiu Qiansui will feel that you are learning your lessons and your vigilance will relax a little.

Mo Yan was lying on the ground and smiling weakly. When he was suffering just now, this gentle voice came from his mind, and one sentence after another echoed, making him feel strangely relieved the pain.

She guessed everything, including the actions that Jiu Qiansui was about to do.

No wonder her personality has become so restricted, no wonder she dares to steal people from the hands of Nine Thousand Years. She is really impressive.

He is worthy of being a witch!

Mo Yan smiled softly, with an unknown meaning on the surface, but Yan Qingyu, who was far away, knew very well in his heart that the sixth prince would definitely give up nine thousand years old and come to her side.

She has this confidence.
To be continued...