Zhou Youtang, Duke of the Ming Dynasty, had very bad skin.
Wuwang Pavilion exhaled and raised its eyebrows, returning to its former glory. At this moment, the number of martial artists coming to Vo Vuong Pavilion was 30 to 40% more than when Truong Ninh arrived.
"You are a high-ranking official of the court, with high authority and a lot of work. This is the first time in many years that you have entered my Martial King Pavilion. There must be something wrong, so tell me."
The mandarin in charge of the beheading could not help but admire him, so he ordered someone to get a bowl of good wine, then offered the wine to General Vuong Tieu, saying: "Your Majesty, please drink this cup of wine."
There is no justice for people living in this world, some people are born to be princes, some people are born to be commoners.
Clearly Li Jiaming is a better choice than Li Yuanxiong.
Truong Ninh usually only eats wine, Truong Ninh is not very interested in this type of wine, but to be honest, this dish is not bad, Truong Ninh picked vegetables while thinking.
After a while of not seeing each other, General Vuong Tieu not only did not lose weight, but on the contrary, he gained a little weight. There was a red light on his face, and his expression was calm.
Dang Xuong had no intention of giving up on the idea of probing, so he laughed dryly and said: "You are a person who does not know how to forgive." Afterwards, Dang Xuong toasted Truong Ninh: “Dang Xuong, son of the Marquis. Wuwei, met Mr. Zhang."
It's a pity that those who want to enter cannot enter, and they cannot even receive invitations.
There are actually so many that Zhang's entire mansion could hardly be filled. There were many boxes piled up in the yard. Looking at the crowded yard, Truong Ninh tilted her head and felt a headache.
This kind of place, for ordinary people, is like paradise.
At that time, Li Qianning was also a wandering hero.
Chu Thi's face had a spring-like smile, but at this moment her face was pale, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Mother and daughter chatted for a while, Luu's mother looked worried and said: "According to previous years, your sister will visit us in February, now it is March, why haven't you come yet?" ? Does she have nothing to do?"
Thinking of this, many people sighed inwardly. Because many of these people are related to Ninh Quoc Cong's palace, moreover, they are very close to the deceased eldest son Ly Gia An and young master Ly Nguyen Ba.
They felt that at this moment, there was a little maid who dared to talk nonsense, and the news must be certain.
Hutou timidly glanced at Liu Xiuxiu, then withdrew into Liu Qiuqiu's arms.
The second room, Li Jiaming, suddenly found the seven masters of the heavens in the rivers and lakes to enshrine in the Ningguo mansion, which is definitely a great achievement.
This person was in his mid-twenties, handsome in appearance, dressed in white, with a turban on his head, a brocade belt around his waist, and a delicate jade pendant.
The others were silent for a while. That same year, there were several high school students who were awarded golden plaques in the same year. They were all full of pride. After several years of hard training, each of them improved step by step. They were young and strong. strong.
Liu Xiuxiu also looked worried when he heard those words.
Li Jiaming glared at Li Jiading, then walked to Li Qianning's side and knelt down, saying: "Father, don't listen to the nonsense of the third brother, the position of the eldest son belongs to the eldest brother. When the eldest brother is is lost, it belongs to the nephews. Although Yuanba is missing now, Yuanxiong is still there, so the marriage should belong to Yuanxiong. As an uncle, I will try my best to support Yuanxiong and maintain the family's reputation."
Liujia, Liujia Lane, Yiyang District.
“I'll go burn it.” Liu Xiu Xiu discovered that his brother-in-law's face was not very good, so he quickly said. Liu Qiuqiu entered the house with Wang Miaochun holding the tiger's head, while five slaves in the house carried gifts.
What is surprising is his aura, there is a powerful aura that goes beyond the world, as if he is an exiled fairy flying in the starry sky, rather than a son of world.