"I haven\'t finished it yet. Wang Ye\'s skill is far from perfect." Chu Qian Mo wants to break free, but he doesn\'t succeed. He is dragged out by Leng Qianqiu, and can only use his other hand to arrange his unfinished hair.

That state, like a very loving couple to go out together, virtuous wife to help her husband grooming clothes.

As soon as they came out of the gate, they saw Qingge standing at the door.

Seeing outsiders, Leng Qianqiu realized his gaffe and let go.

Chu Qian Mo felt that he should not stay here to get in the way. Without a pause, he got into the crowd.

As soon as Leng Qianqiu\'s face sank, he went to the people who were looking at the meteorite.

Qingge just went to lengqianqiu\'s tent and found that there was no one inside. Just as she walked outside the tent in chuqianmo, she saw such a scene.

I didn\'t expect that Chu Qian Mo looked as if he was childish, but he was so scheming, so playing with himself!

Qingge wants to crush her silver teeth, break her fingernails in the palm of her hand and soak her sleeves with blood. Looking at Leng Qianqiu\'s back, she feels even more sad.

Originally, she just calculated in her heart to seek a future with the best potential for herself, but she didn\'t want to fall in love with her more and more, and she became an irresistible love.

As the eldest daughter of a high ranking official, she has never been a submissive master. She must let the chuqianmo lose all her dignity at this longevity banquet and help herself by the way.

Making up her mind, Qingge beckons to the secret. In a short time, two young martial students appear in front of her. She lowers her voice, explains something like this, and then enters her own tent.

Chuqianmo followed the crowd to see Huizi meteorite, and saw that most of the people next to him were whispering and chatting. He felt bored and went back to the tent.

Han Huan didn\'t come out of the tent at night. If he didn\'t want to find LAN Qian in his heart, it\'s a fake. It\'s just that the marriage between the two countries is too complicated. It\'s not as simple as simply being in love.

Moreover, the main purpose of his visit to Xikang was not here, so when he went out to see the meteorite, he didn\'t go out.

Having nothing to do, he drank pot after pot in the tent until he felt dizzy.

He has always been a lively character, although this time, his heart is not to join the fun, but still out of the tent, far away to see Princess lanqian standing alone outside the crowd, looking up, can\'t help walking past.

LAN Qian probably felt the coldness before the cold fantasy, now also light, don\'t pay much attention to him. Cold magic hook lip a smile, open fan swing a few, leave back to the tent.

When he went back to the tent, he vaguely felt that it was different from the tent he had just come out of. Han Huan shook his head and laughed. Maybe it\'s because I don\'t have enough to drink.

As soon as he opened the door of the tent, he smelled something unusual. The wide sleeve of the robe covered his mouth and between his nose. A dagger with wind came straight to his face.

Cold unreal wine, instantly woke up a bit, side will be the whole head on the book, fortunately the book is soft, he was able to head out of a distance, just can avoid.

Thinking that it was because of his identity as the prince of Beihan that he was attacked by this attack, he was about to worry about the dark guard. He jumped out, put his left hand into his mouth, and there were several silver needles on his right hand.

When he turned around, he had already figured out the position of the other party. When he saw the assailant clearly, he was stunned. He bit the whistle and held it in his mouth. His right hand quickly broke it off, and four silver needles shot on the account.

"Why are you?" After seeing clearly is the cold illusion, Chu Qian Mo is also a face muddled.

When she had just entered the tent, she had already smelled that it had been tampered with and smoked with acacia.

Although she knows that this is a common phenomenon in Tianjia\'s backyard, there is a long line of people who want to die in this palace, but her head is full of question marks for those who want to win Albizia.

So I took the antidote and stayed in the account.

If it is said that this cold fantasy has killed her, she still has some faith. It is absolutely impossible to say that it has given her the fragrance of Acacia.

"The seven princesses came to the king\'s tent in the middle of the night, and they also applied Acacia incense. If they knew that the princess had such an idea, why bother? I\'m happy to become the princess." At this time, the cold illusion of a crescent white robe, forehead tied with ribbon of the same color, such as ink black hair fell on the shoulder, narrow peach blossom eyes smile, eyes, thin lips light pursed, with a layer of water luster, cheek, is two touch of light drunk red, at first glance, it is really more enchanting and enchanting.

The tone was teasing but not frivolous, provocative but not disgusting.

When he said that, he suddenly leaned forward and reached for Chu Qian Mo\'s chin.

"Your sister, this is the princess\'s tent. Get out of here." Chu Qian Mo grabs the hairpin of the fruit, and the sharp head shines on the green veins on Han Huan\'s wrist and stabs it mercilessly.

"Tough enough, I like it." Cold unreal urgent withdraw hand, but still by Chu Qian Mo stab, not heavy, cold unreal but painful bared teeth.

"First, I drugged the princess in the teahouse, and now I\'m in the princess\'s tent. The behavior of the little prince of Beihan is caused by his own character, or represents Beihan." Chuqianmo knew that with his own Kung Fu, he could not be cold and unreal. If those evil ways happened, the little prince of North Korea would not be under him. He wanted to be happy first.

"It seems that the seven princesses have many enemies in Xikang. How about going back to Beihan with our king?" Cold fantasy is not angry, said, with the hands of a fan pick, the tent door opened, the wooden block in front of the tent fell into the eyes of Chu Qian mo. When was it changed? Chu Qian Mo fingers force, originally in the hands of a ball of paper, ran to the cold magic carrying the door of the hand, cold magic understand, put the tent, "seven princess in the middle of the night and the king stay in a tent, I\'m afraid it\'s not right?"“ Just know. Get out Chu Qian Mo\'s small head in nine twists and eighteen bends, but did not forget to reply“ The tent is no less than a hundred. The color of the wood blocks in front of the tent is the standard. In this way, this is the king\'s tent tonight, and the seven princesses have to be reasonable for their hegemony. " Cold fantasy and Chu Qian Mo\'s idea is consistent, to wait for the real murderer himself, but with the seven princess bicker interesting tight“ Make a fuss Chu Qian Mo suddenly raised his legs and went straight to the life root of cold illusion“ Xiao Wang won the Acacia fragrance. It\'s the princess who won\'t go. Don\'t blame me. " Cold magic see Chu Qian Mo actually put a cold arrow to himself, this play depends on Kung Fu, he naturally has no reason to lose. In the tent is the fierce decision, and the galloping makes people laugh. It\'s Chu Qian Mo that makes the decision. The move is fatal. What\'s funny is the cold fantasy. Every time it\'s resolved, it\'s bound to make a strange move. It seems that it\'s designed to amuse Chu Qian mo. Leng Qianqiu stood outside for a while, feeling that his interest was declining. He didn\'t like to join in the fun. If he hadn\'t made some mistakes in the tent of chuqianmo just now, he would never have come out to see the meteorite.