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The Enchanting Emperor: The Regent Princess

"This king is so handsome and gold, who can hang white lotus for her and step on cannon fodder, why the beauty is not willing to marry this king as a concubine?" Nan Yuechen asked seriously, looking at his subordinates. The subordinates were expressionless: "She can tear thousands of troops with her bare hands!" Nan Yuechen smiled forcefully, and controlled the mailing table: "This king is willing to give up ten of the city for employment, and to remove her status as respected by thousands of people. Why is the beauty still reluctant to marry this king as a concubine?".

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Assassination 4

"You said, Ye Feng followed her?" Nan Yuechen, who had originally thought that he would not speak, spoke at this time. He drew his long and narrow eyes and turned sideways, his condescending spleen staring at the black-clothed man.

A chill came directly, and the black-clothed man suppressed the trembling feeling that his legs could not control.

"Back to the master, yes!"

The mechanical tone completely concealed the fear in his heart.The black-clothed man quickly lowered his eyes, not daring to sneak a glance at Nan Yuechen's face.

Just when the black-clothed man thought Nan Yuechen was going to be angry, the tall and slender figure standing beside him suddenly gave a cold smile.

Before the black-clothed man understood the reason, Nan Yuechen's voice was so cold that it didn't contain any emotions.

The tone was very cold, and the black-clothed man's soul that was hit almost disappeared in half.

"Now that I have to die, and I can't bear Wushuang to walk into Huangquan alone, then I don't have to look for it!" This voice came out of Nan Yuechen's mouth, so ruthless, so cold-blooded, and so geographically appropriate.

What did the master say?

He said that Ye Feng...has followed Master Wushuang into Huangquan?

The black-clothed man's heart was stunned, and he even raised his breath, and a certain cognition flashed in his mind: What does the master mean, Lord Yefeng is also dead?

Like Master Wushuang, died in her hands?

That woman in white clothes with weird martial arts... actually killed the two guardians of Nanyang Kingdom?

After the violent panic, the man who greeted the black-clothed man was the worship of power: Now that Yefeng and Wushuang have died, then the two major guardian positions are empty positions.

Only Kageichi was stronger than him.

If nothing happens, then the two major guardians will fall on him and Kageichi.

The man in black swears secretly in his heart that even if he offends Nan Yuechen, he must not offend Jiuyin.

This is the scene that Jiuyin and Yingyi saw when they first stepped into the hospital.The black-clothed man knelt on the ground and trembled.Nan Yuechen sneered at the corner of his mouth and stared at the black-clothed man condescendingly.

It seems that he is reporting something.

This seems to be a scene of acquaintance, Ying Yi seems to remember that he had done it before with Ye Feng on his back.

Shadow One: "..."

So, did he say bad things about himself to the master?

Hearing the faint sound of footsteps, Nan Yuechen raised her head, and what caught her eyes was her indifferent face, the blooming Zhu Sha mole on her forehead.

She looked at her with the same eyes as others, without the surprise and obsession that he used to hate.

Nothing, no emotion.

Nan Yuechen's handsome face collapsed tightly, and the carved facial features sandwiched the breath that no strangers should enter. The fingers hidden in the robe tightened slightly, and the bottom of his heart that had been calm for more than 20 years actually rose. A sense of panic that I have never felt before.

Yesterday, she entered her room by herself, and she moved with murderous intent, does she know?

If she knew, would she be so careless?

"How are you... This king has already prepared the dress for you to enter the palace, can you change it?" Nan Yuechen's gaze stopped on Jiuyin's face, looking at that face, if he wanted to inquire. Swallowing it in your mouth, and then spit it out, it changes the meaning of the word.

Wearing white clothes over the birthday banquet is not exactly the birthday of the emperor of the Donghua Empire?

Jiuyin frowned slightly, always feeling that what Nan Yuechen wanted to express was not what he meant.

Without thinking about it anymore, Jiuyin stretched out a hand and pulled out a white silk scarf from the sleeve. It covered the extremely delicate facial features, but the overall look was extremely ordinary.