The emperor's favorite gentleman is enchanting

Chapter 353 Extra Story: Drunk (2)
Prince Zhong sat down heavily: "Feng Ge'er, 16 years, it's been long enough, even for an old man like me, you just take a step back."

In 16 years, how many men in the world can stick to such a long loneliness for a woman, and for a person, they can no longer see the prosperity of the world.

"What do you want me to do?" He raised his head, his desolate eyes, and his tone was calm and breezy, "None of them are Xiaojiu."

They are not her, so they cannot replace...

"Boom."

There was no one at the door, only golden marbles rolling on the ground.

Xiao Fengge said lightly: "Fourteen."

Over the years, the rumors that Prince Zhaoming was obsessed with Empress Xiao Rong never ceased. Xiao Hongluo had heard a lot of them, and every time she heard them, she would beat the broken-mouthed person with marbles until he could no longer speak. This was the first time, up to him.

It was almost dusk when Xiao Fengge found Xiao Hongqiao, she was sitting under the camphor tree in the palace, lost in thought.

That tree was planted when she was three years old, and she engraved Xiao Fengge's name in the trunk.

He leaned over and squatted at her feet: "Where are those women?"

Xiao Hongyu raised her eyes slightly, neither hot nor angry: "The eyes resemble my mother's, so I gouged out the eyes, and the nose resembled it, so I cut the nose off."

She lied, she was not so cruel, at most she was beaten and thrown into the Mandrilled Soul Cave.

However, he actually believed it and yelled at her: "Xiao Shishi!"

In front of her eyes, the woman frowned, her pupils lighted up slowly, and her delicate face had not lost its childishness.

She was only 13 years old, after all, she was a child.

The camphor trees are all in bloom, Xiao Fengge's Xiao'er is still the same as when he was a child, he will be willful when he is angry, he won't listen to anyone unless he coaxes him.

She asked him, a little aggressively: "Why are you angry? Are you reluctant? Because they look like my mother, are you reluctant?"

Xiao Fengge paused the hand that was brushing her forehead, and trembled slightly.

He thought, when did his red scorpion, the little girl he held in his hand, understand the world and the secular world of foolish men and women.

Slowly lowering his hand, Xiao Fengge was at a loss for words.

"Feng Ge'er." She called his name as usual, her eyes were slightly red, and she looked at him intently, "I am the one who most resembles Rong Jiu in this world, and even if I have to replace it, it should be me."

So stubborn, that Danfeng's eyes are almost compelling determination...

She looks very much like Rong Jiu.

Xiao Fengge backed away in panic, his eyes narrowed: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Turning around, he fled in a panic.

The girl who planted the camphor tree back then is no longer a child. She understands love, and there is a little more depth in those shining eyes.

He no longer dared to look, for fear that he would be in a trance and see another reflection in those eyes.

After all, he is cowardly, fleeing like this.

Behind her, she murmured: "Everyone knows what's on my mind, so why don't you know." Her voice was slightly crying, without the willfulness of the past.

After a slight pause in his footsteps, Xiao Fengge still walked out of the shadow of the camphor tree.

That's right, there is no one in the world who doesn't know that Princess Linzhao is obsessed with Prince Zhaoming, but I dare not think about it, and I can't say it.

At that time, two days had passed since Xiao Hongluo's 13th birthday.

Just after nightfall, Mandrill Soul Cave was bustling with activity.

"Why is Your Highness here?"

Xunhua looked at this little master, she looked a bit lost.

"Come and see the oiran auction." Xiao Hongluo replied casually and walked inside.

Xunhua followed, puzzled: "Where did the oiran come from?"

The woman in front paused, turned around, and pointed at herself with plain fingers: "I am."

Half an hour later, the oiran auction in Mandrill Soul Grotto, the sons and brothers from various families in the imperial capital rushed over after hearing the news, laughing and talking in a low voice.

It was also a full moon, but at this time, Prince Zhong's mansion was a bit cold and silent. In the crimson tent, the woman's skirt was half-opened, and the wind lifted her tassels. As her footsteps approached, a pair of peach blossom eyes suddenly turned cold, and she looked towards the bed: "Who?"

The voice was bone-chillingly cold.

In the bed, the woman bares her fragrant shoulders, raises her eyes, and looks charming: "My lord, the lord sent my servant to come."

Under the moonlight, the man stood in the crimson tassels, his edges and corners were stern, and his thin lips parted lightly: "Get lost."

The woman trembled slightly, and after a moment, she lifted the brocade quilt, and her enchanting body outlined a looming outline under the gauze skirt: "Master, I will serve you well." The woman stretched out her hand, and brushed towards Xiao Fengge, free and slowly.

The moonlight shone slightly, shining on the woman's face, Danfeng's eyes, thin lips, and heroic eyebrows.

Suddenly, he grabbed the woman's hand: "This face." With the other hand, holding the woman's chin, he looked carefully, "It's very similar."

With a twist of his fingers, he strangled the woman's throat, and the phoenix eyes never opened again.The translucent fingers brushed the woman's lifeless face, and the corners of her lips smiled coldly: "Only she can be like her."

It's late at night, and in the Jiaolan Palace, no one is sleeping.

"Who took the picture?" Rong Qiannian narrowed her eyes and dozed off.

Chapter [-]: "The young master of Ji's family in Dongcheng."

Lifting his eyelids, Rong Qiannian smiled: "Yo, that girl is quite courageous."

No, the eldest son of the Ji family in Dongcheng, a well-known pervert, is daring, and this time it is even worse. He took a picture of Princess Linzhao. I really didn't see the coffin and didn't know how to cherish tears.

Of course, Rong Qiannian didn't care about these.

"How much?"

This master is thinking about this.

Thirteen blushed: "3000 taels."

Rong Qiannian kicked the marshal at his feet and said, "Damn it! I sold this seed for this price?"

Is this the key?Is it the point?

Thirteen had a black line, and continued to blushed: "Miss, are you not worried? That young master of the Ji family is not a good stubble."

Although Her Majesty the Witch is not an ordinary person, but her daughter fell into the wolf's den, shouldn't this mother be worried symbolically?No matter how bad it is, it's good to worry about the situation in Mandrill Soul Cave, talking about money, how hurtful!
Rong Qiannian thought for a while: "I'm really worried." Rubbing the center of her brows, she pretended to be worried, "In case that girl's subordinates cut her life, the old man of Ji's family is bound to make a fuss. Tsk tsk tsk, I have a headache."

headache...

"what!"

"Ah...ah...ah!"

In the Mandrill Soul Cave, the screams were shocking, making those who heard it tremble.

Hey, the person in the Jiaolan Palace is right, a certain little master is neither serious nor serious, and cuts people's lives.

Another marble passed...

"what!"

In the wing room, the man on the ground rolled over while clutching his crotch.

Xunhua twisted Xiaoman's waist and stepped forward, her baby face twitched: "Oh, my little aunt, please take it easy."

Take it easy?Another bead went down, the screams were ups and downs very layered.

(End of this chapter)