Godly Empress Doctor

Feng Yan once again gave Qin Qi a warning look: "Some words can be said, some words ..."

Qin Qi: "I know I know ... I don't know, I don't know anything ..."

Feng Ye knows that Qin Qi is absolutely afraid to say anything. After all, the name of the human name Ershu, and the name of Junlin Yuan can not only stop the children crying, but also make these imperial clan children frightened.

Feng Qi Chao Chao Wu waved: "Here, here!"

Feng Qi and Qin Qi originally sat at a table, but now Qin Qi reacts and quickly walks to the next table.

He reacted, rushed up, and set his dishes to the table next door.

The servants not far away looked at each other.

These rough jobs of serving dishes ... shouldn't they be doing it? Why did the second son of Nanfeng Bo work on his own? How lost?

The dancer in front of them had slightly lowered eyes and had an idea in her heart.

Qin Qi was so obsessed with the wind son, and the wind son was so enthusiastic about the two sons ... So, the two newly arrived sons should be the most honorable in the audience? I don't know what the real identity is ...

Feng Wu's smile was bright, and she relaxedly walked to Feng Yan and sat down.

On the contrary, His Royal Highness, with a cold face and a stretched face, exudes a breath that is strange to people.

Feng Yan looked at Jun Linyuan, and then looked at Feng Wu. He decided to talk to Feng Wu anyway.

He lowered his voice and asked Feng Wu with the voice of only them at the table: "Hey, what about your girl? Do you know what occasion it is? Do you dare to come ?!"

Feng Wu was dressed up in a male makeup. She had bright eyes and radiant jade, and her gentle fan of the paper fan, the spouse of the noble son of the family ... don't mention the wind in the presence, that is, Jun Linyuan has been compared Already.

Feng Wu was half-covered with a fan, and raised an eyebrow at Feng Yan: "How am I dressed?"

Feng Yan is jealous: "What else? I can't wait to see the dancer who was staring at me now, can't I wait for you?"

Feng Wu was instantly smug and smiled: "That's it, can you compare with ordinary people like you?"

Feng Yan: "Hey--"

He can see that this little girl is very playful and has no taboos. She is a traitor and she doesn't care about any rules in her eyes. This is a bit like Junlin Yuan.

Feng Yan glanced angrily at his boss: "You don't care about her?"

His Royal Highness sneered.

tube? How about This girl is coquettish, dangling with your sleeve robe, a bitter brother, the moon in the sky can't wait to pick her up, what is it to drink some wine? cough!

Of course, this was His Majesty's heart, and he was still tense.

He glanced at the wind for a moment: "Don't care as a brother?"

Feng said silently, "Why did I manage her?"

His Royal Highness sneered, as if he could manage her, is this girl a demon? It's just a little demon.

Feng Ye looked at Jun Linyuan's headache and knew that he couldn't control it. He could only smile with self-consolation.

If this is the little sister-in-law ... I'm afraid the dead body has been swept across the wild, right? The wind touched his chin.

When Feng Yan and Jun Linyuan talked, under the choke of Feng Wu, the dancers had danced again.

Fengwu noticed, there were twelve of these dancers.