Clear and Muddy Loss of Love (MTL) (1)

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Fortunately, although Nangongwang is a bit short-sighted, it is not stupid.

He also knew that the emperor's travel would be accompanied by tens of thousands of elite soldiers. Once these guards were driven to the mountains, the possibility of the dead being captured was extremely high.

He advanced the day of arson by one night, and the night before Ching Ming Festival, Dongfeng rose.

Qi Yan wore a white lining and an outer shirt, standing in front of the western window of the dormitory.

Just after the ugly moment, a blaze of flames went straight to the bullfight, and it turned red for half the sky.

Qi Yan couldn't hold herself in excitement, watching the flaming sky and laughing.

Nangong old thief, you and Lu Quanbian's former dynasty emperor set yourself on fire that day. Have you ever thought that retribution would come so fast?

What is it like for a person who believes in the number of yin and yang to see his evil behavior in the past and take revenge on his ancestor's grave and the only niece?

The sentry who watched the vigil saw the towering fire flew into the cloud tower, and an unstable foot rolled down the steps. He fell heavily on the ground without checking himself, and ran straight towards the palace of Nangong Rang ...

"The newspaper !!!"

Niu Daowei at the door raised the axe in his hand: "What man!"

"The villain is the soldier in charge of the guard. His Majesty died, Xishan fire!"

Niu Daowei glanced westward and turned to open the door.

When Nangong was getting old, he opened his eyes when he slept very lightly and the soldier shouted "report".

The soldier knelt in the center of the front hall: "Civilian soldier Zhang Chuan, report something important to you!"

Nangong let out a long sigh, rubbed his temple and sat up: "Go and see."

The forty-nine guarded at the door spread out from the ground and walked towards the temple.

"what's up?"

Zhang Chuan's face was scared, and she even scratched her head: "Xishan fire is on, Xishan fire is on!"

Frightened by four or nine, he ran out of the hall and glanced westward, turned around and ran to the inner hall.

Kneel to the door of the sleeping hall: "Your Majesty Qilu, the soldiers who watched the night came to report ... the fire in the west mountain."

"what?"

Nangong let Huo stand up for a while, Xu was tired for a few days without getting enough rest, and he felt dizzy and aching headache before falling back to bed.

"Come here!"

Forty-nine climbed from the ground and pushed open the door of the temple and went in.

The other housekeepers lit the lamp in the palace, and Nine Palace raised up in forty-nine: "Your Majesty, take care of the dragon body."

"Hurry up and take a look."

"Yes."

The housekeeper picked up Nangongrang's outer shirt and handed it to Forty-nine. Forty-nine followed in step with Nangongrang and put his clothes on his body.

Nightwatch soldiers were still scratching their heads in the temple, repeating repeatedly: "Your Majesty spares your life, Your Majesty spares your life."