Chapter 82 Lost Words

Let alone how Miluo perfunctory Yuan Wei, but said that Huo Qiyu, such a living man, was hidden in the imperial city by her. Although it was secret, he would eventually show some feet.

Lansu has long suspected that Milo was doing something behind his back, but since the last time she witnessed the process of refining "peach blossoms" with Qingying, and then thinking about this daughter, he felt very puzzled how could she give birth to such a child? It is always difficult for people to admit their viciousness and viciousness, so at this time, Lan Su does not repent of the many mistakes he has done, nor does he think about whether it is because of his own teaching that Milo has become what he is now, but blames Qingying Zhenren and Yuan Li. If these two dark-hearted men hadn't affected Milo one after another, how could his daughter become so terrible?

Lan has been immersed in the harem for many years, and although she has been forced to retreat to the "Mo Shang Hall" for glory, the ways of his men to inquire about the news have not been completely broken.

In addition, Milo is actually a little big. Although his brain turns quickly, he still cares about things. I think it's also a common problem for little girls. Who is she? If you talk about the scheming, how can a teenage girl be the opponent of a palace fighting master like Lan Su? Lan Shu is also very comfortable with this. No matter who she is, even her own daughter.

"You said the place where the princess went is the royal garden?" Lan Su leaned against the purple-gold satin emerald pillow and peeled off the long tortoiseshell armor. He seemed to ask inadvertently, but his brain had been running at a high speed.

Why did Miro go? Who did she go to find? She shook her head gently. Neither Qingying Zhen nor Yuan Li would be the answer. The only possibility was that she brought another person back.

It was a young eunuch who talked back and forth, but his whole family had inherited Lansu's kindness. He was willing to shuttle through the imperial city for her to inquire about the news. The only hope was that his relatives outside the palace could live a good life. Lan Su has always been generous, and such a material requirement has never been a big deal in her heart. What she wants most is a sincerity.

Her childhood sweetheart's neighbor's brother never gave it to her, the former lord never gave it to her, and Yuan Li never gave it to her. The only one was Milo's biological father who gave it to her. Unfortunately, he died too early.

She gently rubbed her forehead, and the tingling there made her wake up. She wanted to protect Milo, even as if she looked at her biological father. Milo did not regard herself as her mother, but she really loved her and wanted to compensate.

"If you have a spirit in heaven, protect our daughter and tell her not to be deceived." Lan Shu said something, but no one knew what she was talking about except her close relatives.

She opened her eyes slightly and thought of Yuan Li's handsome face. She couldn't help but feel it. She couldn't say whether it was hatred or nostalgia. His eyes were shaking in her heart.

Lan Su forced himself to shake his head vigorously and drive the pair of colorful eyes out of his heart. He took a sip in his heart secretly. He didn't know whether he despised Yuan or himself.

"A cheap thing can only lie!" She thought hatefully, thinking of the way Milo looked at him, and she felt that she could no longer drag on.

In the evening, Milo came to look for Huo Qiyu again. After all, she couldn't hold her breath and couldn't help quarreling with Yuan Yu. She endured it for a day and came to find Huo Qiyu at night.

As soon as he stepped into the dark room, he saw Huo Qiyu holding a fat roast chicken leg in his mouth, holding a pot in one hand and a cup in the other, and was boiling wine for himself.

"You are very happy to eat and drink!" Milo was so upset that he kicked over the little one in front of Huo Qiyu.

A sharp light flashed in Huo Qiyu's eyes and subconsciously wanted to block it, but he didn't want to be seen by her that he still had the time. He endured it and was splashed on his face by the wine and delicious food.

Your sister's Xue Zhen! He secretly gritted his teeth. Whose country is he for? Today, he was humiliated by this girl, and he will have to repay it thousands of times in the future. The prince and marquis don't like it. If you don't make a hereditary king, you can't be sorry for me!

He snorted coldly, threw the wine set in his hand to the ground, and said coldly, "Who is angry with Your Highness? Did I lose my temper here?"

Milo saw that although he was embarrassed, his expression remained unchanged. If others were like this, it must be funny, but when it was his turn, he made himself feel a little scared.

She felt that she was also a little too much, and didn't know which string in her mind was wrong. Unexpectedly, she heard a little intimacy from Huo Qiyu's cold questioning words. She only felt that he was caring about herself and was so cold-faced because of his face.

Miro spit out his tongue, came up by himself, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, wiped the vegetable juice and wine stains off Huo Qiyu, and wrinkled his nose and said, "It's not him. I always remember that woman in my heart!" The reason for calling me is also to ask you something. I know where he is asking you, obviously asking your wife!"

She stood up and crossed her waist, opened her eyes wide and stared at Huo Qiyue, "Aren't you angry that your wife is coveted by other men like this?"

Huo Qiyue said in his heart and said, I was naturally angry. Yingluo was so beautiful and good that he was glued by Yuan, a shameless dog-skin cream, and he couldn't get rid of it. You still have the courage to ask me this question. Either shameless or not afraid of death!

He had a lot of swear words in his heart, but he only snorted coldly, because he couldn't curse at will, and he recorded this account on Xue Zhen: It's all for your country, and I'm about to suffocate!

Xue Zhen, who was thousands of miles away in the imperial city of Qiongjiang, sneezed dozens of times in a row, and even his eyes turned red. While asking Shuangchi to take a bunch of fine paper to blow his nose, he said sluggishly, "Who scolds me?"......

Milo was even more angry when he saw that he didn't cover himself much. He thought that it was Yuan Li who abandoned him all the time, which made him come to Huo Qiyu to make fun of him. Although this logic is against the sky, the consequences were unexpected by Huo Qiyu. She saw Milo's eyes turn around. Maybe she felt that telling Huo Qiyu the news not only leaked the secret of Yuan, but also made Huo Qiyu's whip out of reach. It was really a perfect pit. Although according to her own words, the matter was harmful to others and her. But now she has drilled into the horns and feels that it is very meaningful as long as it can make these two people unhappy.

So she smiled mysteriously and said in a low voice, "You know, he is going to send troops recently. My master will help him, and your 'guards' will be completely destroyed."

Huo Qiyu looked at her leisurely. As soon as he heard this, his back stiffened. His ears exploded, but his face did not change. Instead, he looked at Milo with great contemptuously, "Huh? It's still early, and you start dreaming?"

When Milo saw that he didn't believe it, he became more and more eager, "You don't believe me? I've seen the poison with my own eyes..." It is said that her brain is not disabled to the end. Although she closed her mouth, it was too late.

Huo Qiye's heart bell rang. He had already seen Milo's ability to poison. The master in her mouth sounded much more powerful. Beijin has nothing extraordinary now. He is actually very confident in the war situation, but if he uses poison...

He invited himself to the border because of this matter. He didn't expect to die before he was successful. Originally, he was very depressed, but this time, Liu Anhua was bright.

Milo was secretly regretting his lost words. Looking at Huo Qiyu, he saw that his previous cold expression had faded and looked at her with a slight smile. The smile was so eye-catching, as if he was looking at some creature much lower than himself.

"Anyway, even if you know it, there is no way to go out and report it." Miro insisted on hitting him, "You have been hit by my 'peach blossom magus'. If you leave my side without permission, you will pierce your heart and ten thousand insects will eat bones and die."

She laughed again and squatted down and patted Huo Qiyu's face. "Unless I die, don't think that you can leave me and go back to your wife. You all love her, and I just want her to get it!"

Huo Qiyu is still on airs, but she has to admit that she didn't lie. When he didn't say anything, Milo felt that he was like a hot potato. He didn't hold it or lose it. He was so angry that he lost his temper again.

"Don't believe it. As I said, I will definitely do it!" Her little girl lost her temper and kicked Huo Qiyu fiercely. She turned around angrily and walked away, so that the whole rockery rumbled for a long time, as if it was about to collapse.

Huo Qiyu coughed a few times by the dust. With a wry smile, he stretched out his hand and wiped his face. Afterglow, he caught a glimpse of a dark shadow flashing through the hole.

"Who?" He subconsciously wanted to draw his sword, but thought that his sword had been taken away by Milo, and a human-made sadness surged up for the fish.

No one answered, and Huo Qiyu did not dare to breathe loudly. He intuitively felt that there was a person there, but he did not feel any kindness or hostility.

"Since you can come in, you must not be hesitate to see the next one. Why do you have to hide your head and tail like this?" Huo Qiyu smiled and said sarcastically, "It's boring. You people in Beijing are really boring. No one can afford to play, but they just want to *..."

Sure enough, a small footsteps were heard, and a beauty in a snowfrey cloak appeared in the place Huo Qiyu had just noticed. Her voice was very soft and slightly astringent, with a smile, "In the opinion of Commander Huo, what can you afford to play? Interesting?"

Huo Qiyu looked up, and Lan Su's well-maintained beautiful face was facing him. A pair of eyes were like crystal pills, describing them as six or seven points similar to Mi Luo, so he knew the identity of the visitor.

"It turned out to be the Empress Dowager," he smiled, "It's really rude..."