I am four and a half years old, and I am the daughter of a villain and tyrant.

Su Wu stood up, glanced at Xiao Qiqi with a bad expression, and smiled coldly: "I have come to Dazhao this time, and I have gained a lot of experience. The emperor is far-sighted, and Princess Xuanyang is also very smart. This prosperous age is bound to be prosperous." The moon shines longer than in the past, my blessings have been brought, and it’s time to return to Baili. '

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and wanted to leave. Xiao Wuji raised his sleeves, and Su Wu saw the gleaming Jiujue blocking the way.

The refreshing aroma of wine made Su Wu's nose feel a little cold.

Xiao Wuji said elegantly, "Fanlou Yaoguang is one of the best in the world. Su Qing has come all the way here and has never tasted the fine wine, so how can he say he has seen the unparalleled splendor of Dazhao."

As the sake sloshed around, Su Wu felt an unstoppable solemnity surrounding him, forcing him to not dare to take another step forward. The surrounding team in black and white uniforms had quietly grasped the hilt of their swords with their hands in their sleeves.

His eyes became serious.

Xiao Wuji looked around carelessly, "I heard that Bai Li ruled the country with force. Su Qing must be surrounded by first-class good men. Why not have a friendly competition with my Jokhang warriors tomorrow so that I can see how powerful Bai Li is."

He was wearing a coiled dragon silk robe with golden patterns. Xiao Qiqi seemed to see the rivers and lakes shining in the sun. They were majestic, dazzling, vast and profound. Su Wu had the choice not to keep his father's domineering appearance. leeway?

On behalf of the courtiers present, she said that she had noticed that the envoy's crotch was not pleasing to the eye, and she wanted to roll up her sleeves and fuck him. The setting sun in the imperial garden seemed to have turned into a blazing fire of battle, and it was so red that it burned her eyes.

Dazhao pays equal attention to both civil and military forces. Xiao Qiqi trusts the strength of the Chaoli national uniforms and their opponents, and with the protection of Shen Changchun's group of soldiers, whoever dares to despise them will be reduced to scum in seconds.

Su Wu's words today were very strange. Whenever her father would let him go according to the procedure, she would suspect it was a lie.

There was a smile in her eyes, like a pure jasmine flower, and she said delicately: "Old uncle, Dazhao is so fun. Just listen to your father. Qiqi also wants to see the majesty of Bai Li's little brothers." "

When the guards in black and white uniforms heard the little girl's sweet and straightforward compliment, all of them had macho fans on their faces. They even had the shameful impulse to lift their clothes to show off their abs, and their hands on the sword relaxed.

Shen Junyan rolled his eyes at the big men. He admired the eldest princess for her ability to conquer the world by acting cute.

Su Wula's face fell, and he was a little depressed. He was about the same age as the guards, so he was an old uncle. No matter how smart the eldest princess was, she was still a child at heart and could talk nonsense. His expression slowly returned to calmness, and he put on a straight face. With a very understanding look, he agreed to Xiao Wuji.

After the banquet ended, Xiao Qiqi accompanied Shen Nanzhi as she turned over the flower rope. Her attention was always on Su Wu. She always felt that that person had a strange energy and was very evil.

A fiery red Lingxiao flower fell on her pearl shoes. She raised her eyes and looked around blankly, only to realize that Jin Ling was not in the imperial garden, and Qin Su was nowhere to be found. She felt a little depressed. Today's banquet was a bit inexplicable.

At night, in Jokhang City, there is an elegant courtyard full of flowers and trees.

Qin Su was wearing a vigorous night-walking outfit, holding a sword and walking through the swaying white ceiling and the dark night. His gray eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life, as if he was walking through a bad wind and snow.

The sound of pipa floating in the corridor was like a magic spell trapping his soul. He stopped by the blood-red rose fence and looked at Su Wu with disheveled hair opposite. There was a trace of wolfishness on his cold little face.