The black-bellied prince is soft and cute

Chapter 26 It Must Be an Illusion (1)
The hall on the first floor of Hongxiuzhao fell into silence after a while of chaos. Seeing that Shashen had left, and obviously showing no sign of coming back, the old bust got up from the ground, spit into the palm of his hand, and licked his messy temples. Neatly, put his hands on his waist: "Cheer up my mother, the prince is gone, why are you still standing there, let me do business well!"

"Mom, the guests are all scared away..."

"Mom, Prince Jun gave you the money from the Baolou as soon as he entered the door, why is he still doing business..."

……

"Fuck, you stupid girls, the lord is gone, of course we have to continue to open the business and earn double the money!" After finishing speaking, the old bustard pulled out a sweat towel from under his armpit, walked outside the door, and looked at it. , I couldn't see the Lord Shashen and his subordinates, raised the handkerchief, and greeted the passers-by.

With the eyesight of the old bustard, of course, the ghost detectives hidden on the roof, corner of the building... and other corners cannot be seen.

Red Sleeve Moves slowly became lively again, the singing and dancing music in the hall started again, men's teasing laughter, and women's coquettish voices came and went one after another.

Only in the room on the second floor, after Young Master Jiang threw Huangfuyi out, the door was closed silently, no footsteps could be heard outside the door, and no one came up to check what was going on with Xiao Xun'er in the room.

When a guest put his arms around his sister and wanted to enter this room, his mind suddenly became confused, and he wandered to the next room to be confused.

inside the room.

Huangfu sat cross-legged by the bed, the hem of the snow-colored clothes scattered on the edge of the bed like a canopy of moonlight, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, although he couldn't see the light in his eyes clearly, but he could still feel the coolness, with a touch of light pink and thin lips, it was so bright Extreme, it can be set off by white to translucent skin, and it has a thrilling feeling.

Shui Qianxun was right in front of him, still keeping his butt hanging in the air, knees bent and half squatting, his hands stretched forward to close the gauze curtain, as if someone was flattering the Emperor Gao Leng who was sitting on the throne.

It seems that there are really many doglegs and doglegs.

It's just that someone who can't move, has no time to think about his own image at this time, and the words "kneeling for three days and three nights, starving to death..."

Didn't I arrange a few words for him in front of Huangfu Xianhui?

This black-bellied prince really has a grudge against him overnight, so he pursued and killed him so relentlessly and regardless of his status?
mean!

Shui Qianxun's bright black eyes looked up and down, left and right, and finally rolled his eyes skyward, just not looking at Huangfu Xun, sister loses her posture, but never loses her momentum!

In this way, it really looks like a rogue little wild cat.

The corners of Huangfuzhan's eyes slightly bent, flicking her fingertips, Shui Qianxun's body restraint was lifted, she just kept the same shape for a long time, her legs and feet were already stiff, she threw her body forward, her knees fell to the ground, her hands subconsciously supported the floor, and she saw That touch of snow-colored hem.

"Excuse me, princess."

The voice was clear and cold, but Shui Qianxun could clearly feel the strong sense of sarcasm and light playfulness in it.

Shui Qianxun lowered his head and gritted his teeth silently and fiercely. When he raised his head, his eyes were already curved, his red lips were slightly pursed, and his smile was like a flower.

Seeing such an unexpected expression on the girl's face, Huangfu's eyes twitched.

Shui Qianxun, who was originally in a kneeling position, sat back and slowly straightened his stiff legs.With her elbows on the floor and her palms on her cheeks, she lay reclined on the floor in front of the bed, her black hair pouring down like a mirror like silk.

She didn't even look at Huangfu Xun, completely pretending that he didn't exist, with her toes stretched and then hooked back, hooked back and then straightened, her ankles turned, her knees flexed and stretched, and the blood vessels in her legs moved as if no one else was there.

(End of this chapter)