at this time.

The capital of Wei, the imperial palace, the western palace, and the Huaqing palace.

Xiao Yuanwu was fiddling with a small and lovely canary.

Her fingers were fair and tender, and she gently stroked the golden little bird's head, rubbed the fluff, and then pinched its pointed mouth curiously.

The bird was very uncomfortable, and its wings were flapping and it was about to fly.

But as soon as the little claws leaped, the elegant man raised his finger in advance and pressed onto its head with a "splash".

So...

The canary kept jumping on the nanmu table, but he always hit the little lady's finger and had to be suppressed on the table.

The picture is very interesting.

The little lady has fun playing.

If those who died at her hands saw this scene, they would probably doubt whether this scheming vixen was taken away?

Otherwise, why did she show such a completely different side from her temperament?

In Huaqing Palace, the ground dragon is paved and full of heating.

At the entrance of the hall gate are two small unique jade towers. In the tower, you can place bright candles and sandalwood, which are bright and transparent, and the fragrance is lingering.

Beyond the high threshold, there is a calm snow surface without footprints.

Above the snow, the sky was covered with grayness.

"Little bird, little bird, you want to fly out, but you don't know how much better the palace is than outside.

When you go out, it’s cold and you will be frozen to death in minutes.” The little lady lay on the table, holding her right hand, teasing the canary casually, muttering to herself about things it couldn’t understand at all.

suddenly.

The only light in front of the door was obscured.

Xiao Yuanwu didn't even watch it.

Because she knows who it is.

The Valkyrie, carrying Panlong's double-pointed spear, walked up and stood still, and then said softly: "Yuanwu, the transaction has been completed by one-third."

"Yes." The little lady was still playing with canary, everything was in her control.

The Valkyrie suddenly said, "That man is not simple."

The little lady looked for granted: "He was not simple at all, I believed it a long time ago."

"Yuan Wu, do you really have to put everything on him? For example...what if...we are wrong? Shouldn't we be tempted and be careful...

In case...I just said if..."

Xiao Yuanwu suddenly paused, and the canary under her finger quickly escaped, flashing with golden wings, and thought she could fly out of the Huaqing Palace freely and fly out of the door.

The little lady smiled charmingly: "Sister Wa, what if?"

For some reason, the Valkyrie felt a little scared just now. Seeing her like this, she whispered: "Yuan Wu, what if... what if he is not destined to be a destiny?"

Xiao Yuanwu's body calmed down and lay on the table.

My body suddenly started to thrust and sobbed like this.

The weak and needing care for his shoulders are trembling.

A gentle, low laughter came.

It turned out that she was actually laughing.

The flowers are trembling with laughter.

When she raised her head, her face was full of excitement, the mad lady looked at the Valkyrie, and all her smiles were instantly diluted by the snow.

Just like the scorching sun mixed with ice, the black mixed with white, presenting a charming gray.

The Valkyrie still said: "Yuanwu, I need to consider it for you. If he is not destiny, then we should...

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by the gentle words of the petite lady.

"If he is not destiny, then I will change my destiny against the will of heaven."

The door behind her suddenly opened.

The little lady sitting on the threshold was standing in front of the main entrance of Huaqing Palace, and the elegant and luxurious golden long skirt enveloped her body, making people feel extremely noble and elegant.

"Please come in, father-in-law."

Xiao Yuanwu's voice was graceful.

Eunuch Feng ignored the girl in red beside him and walked sideways into the palace gate.

Bang!

The palace gate closed again, locking the poor red-clothed berserker outside the door.

Ning Mengzhen lowered her head, clenched her fists, her nails fell into her palms, and she gritted her teeth tightly. Her teeth hurt, and even her pupils were about to turn red.

Thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, don’t bully girls poor!!

After he finished speaking, a calm conversation came from the door. It was obvious that my father-in-law was convinced of the "princess". Both sides were talking about Xia Ji, which made the red-clothed furnace and cauldron a little confused.

You cannot advance or retreat.

When I came to him, I was in a dilemma.

He forced himself, but he looked like a clown.

Ning Mengzhen didn't hold an umbrella. She stepped into the snow, and the snowflakes were rising, and she didn't know where to come from or where to go.

"Xia Ji..."
Chapter completed!