Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife

"That's it," said the Emperor lightly, turning his eyes, pondering for a moment, and groaning, "The general took it coldly at night."

"The minister is here." Leng Yeran was out of rank, and his armor was powerful. Salute to the emperor, kneel on one knee, and boxing.

"You are ordered to meet the Persian envoy on my behalf. If there is anything wrong with the princess, raise your head and see you."

"Chen led." Leng Yeran answered in a deep voice, got up, and saw the unwillingness and resentment of King Qi when he returned to the queue. Although he passed by, he was still captured by him.

"Hurry up for your time these days. If you find that you are greedy, don't bother your head!" The emperor glanced at the Baiguan kneeling underneath, yelled coldly, shouted 'retreat', and flung Sleeve, striding away from the Golden Temple.

"Congratulations on sending the emperor, long live my emperor. Long live the hundred emperors." The hundred officials congratulated the emperor to leave. After the emperor left, they felt like they were alive, stood up with trembling knees, and walked in pairs.

Except for the Golden Palace, the Prince and Baili Liumo walked side by side. The Prince looked over at him side by side and said with a smile, "It's absolutely what Yunning did. This can be regarded as a fierce participation in front of the father and emperor. You have a lone book. "

"Who did you blame for the romantic debt you provoked?" Baili Liumo glanced at him and said lightly.

"Why did you choose Liaocheng? I heard that this year's martial arts conference is ahead of time, but now I will collide with the martial arts conference." The prince did not care about the tone of Bailimomo, raised an eyebrow, said meaningfully. .

"She's going to the martial arts convention, so you can take a trip with her by the way." Baili Momo said as he walked, the cool voice made the Prince unhappy. I thought about quarreling with him again, but then thought of something, and smiled cheerfully.

"I'm alone in seeing you Bacheng because you can't go to Liaocheng with her, so please not be here, hahaha." The prince speeded up and caught up with him, whispered in his ear, and then laughed.

"Shut up! While you can still speak." Baili Liumo glanced at the prince severely, and said intimidatingly. But in return was the greater smile of the prince. He shook his fist, hummed coldly, ignored the prince, and quickened his pace toward the palace gate.

Leng Yeran walked out of the Golden Palace Hall with a sorrowful expression, echoing in his mind what the emperor had just said, the words 'go to meet the Persian envoy' kept echoing in his mind. He wanted to cry without tears. Persia has nothing to do with it. The figure of that girl suddenly popped into my mind, but I felt a little indebted. I sighed heavily, but I didn't meet him. What was he doing here worryingly?

Three years ago, he went out to Persia and was conspired and injured on the way back. Later, a Persian girl rescued him. She is a very gentle girl. From the perspective of clothing, she should be a lady from a large family. Maybe He fled the house, maybe he came out for fun, and he didn't ask about it. There is always a veil on her face. No matter what he says, she just smiles and refuses to take it off.

Later, his injury was almost healed, and he was torn by her curiosity. He would never forget that face, the face that was comparable to that of the other country.