The Anarchic Consort

"Who said that I am not happy?" The teenager laughed, and the face was beautiful: "Can't you see it? I am very happy, there are people around, and compared to you, she is very obedient and young." ”

Helianweiwei’s blood was as solid as the whole body, but the corner of his mouth brought out the arc: “I haven’t thought that you will be good, I like it so small.”

"We are almost the same age." The young voice is faint: "You are too old, wrong. It should be said that you are an age, never changed, eight years for you, but just a blink of an eye. ""

Helen Weiwei bowed his head and glanced at the chain under his feet: "So, who are you going to give me?"

"Who do you want the temple to give you?" The boy's voice cooled down.

Helen Weiwei looked at his eyes and flashed a trace of something in his mind. He suddenly smiled: "I think Nangong is a good man. You see, he is long and handsome, good for women, and has the power." ”

Listening to her words, the juvenile's handcuffs are getting more and more ice: "This temple is really a small look at you, has the right to have power, huh."

"His Highness, the question is what you asked. I just answered." Helen Weiwei said as he lowered his iron lock and tied it to himself. He said seriously: "Okay, you can take me." I sent it away."

The teenager looked at her deeply, and the voice rang low: "This is what you have said to me after eight years. It is really... Oh, forget it, shadow, and let her go to the temple."

Helian Weiwei: ...

To be honest, she is a bit dumbfounded.

According to her speculation, shouldn't he leave her?

How do you just turn it around?

Perhaps it is too simple for her to think about things.

After so many years, there are too many unpredictable.

She already has some doubts about the mind of the teenager.

Helen Weiwei was indeed bombarded, just because she was still wrapped around the chain, so the scene attracted many people from the palace.

However, she can't really just go away, think about it, and open her mouth to the shadow: "Just your master said, I want to send me to Nangong Lie, how can I sacrifice the temple?"

The shadow gave her a look, no words, and her face was tight.

"Small shadow, your master does not recognize me, you have to recognize me." Helen Weiwei smiled and said: "When you want to, I have to call me a sister."

The shadow paused and looked back at her: "Now it is different from the year."

"Where is it different?" Helen Weiwei hooked his thin lips.

Shadow coveted: "His Royal Highness has already liked others. You still don't want to do something. Follow him, your situation will be better."

"Small shadow, thank you, so for the sake of the sister." Helian Weiwei stretched a lazy waist, the chain is still ringing: "Some things, even if he likes others, I still have to do, but I will Try to follow him."

The shadow hesitated for a long time: "Where do you really want to go to the place?"

"It's your house to let me go, don't go, what should he do if he gets angry?" Helen Weiwei fingers around the chain, as if thinking about something.

That is what he said, but how does he feel that Wei sister has gone to Lie Shao, and that His Highness will be even more unhappy.

The shadow did not say this sentence, only sent people to the temple of sacrifice.

Nan Gonglie was wearing a holy sacrificial robes and pretending to be divination. He saw that Helen Weiwei was tied in by a chain, and the narrow corner of his eyes picked it up: "What do you mean?"

"You don't want to die, I count as one." Helen Weiwei stood so long, tired, and found a chair to sit.

Nan Gonglie is looking at the iron chain on her body. The eyes are full of playfulness. This chain is very familiar to him. It is made by Han Bingtie. He had been stalking the prince several times before, and he did not give it to him. Now it turns out that Use it to tie a woman...

"Large and less, Your Highness said, if you are not satisfied, you can let her go somewhere else." The shadow immediately opened his mouth. He thought that the other party would understand what he meant. After all, there are few people who know less about their highness. People.

However, what he didn't think was that Nangong Lie actually laughed: "How can I be dissatisfied? Ajue sent a beauty to me, I am too happy to come." Just by the ice He also wants to leave people with chains.

"Less and less." Shadow still wants to say something.

Helian Weiwei opened his mouth: "Small shadow, since the spirit is less satisfied, then you will go back to life."

"Yes, hurry back and go back to life." Nan Gonglie’s face was even more so: "Don’t forget to thank me for my grandfather."

Upon seeing it, the shadow had to lower the voice and said: "Yes."

When he left, Nangong Lie turned back and looked at Helen Weiwei. The slender fingers held his chin and smiled: "Talk about it, what do you do?"

"Hey." Helen Weiwei gave him two words with a smile.

Nangong’s mouth was stiff, and then he evoked his lips: “What did you think at the time? When you rushed over, you kissed, are you afraid that Ajue will kill you on the spot?”

"He won't." Helen Weiwei is still certain, but some circumstances are beyond her control. For example, he may like others...

Nangong Lie Fengxuan evil charm: "What happened to you and Ajue?"

"Nothing." The things of the soul fragments, simply can not let others know that the voice of Helen Weiwei is not flat.

Nangong smirked, and some cold: "Do you think that your eyes are awkward? Between you and the prince..."

"I will still have one thing." Helen Weiwei interrupted his words slowly: "I will chase people very much, such as chasing Qing Zhan, the best."

Nan Gonglie suddenly gave up, and his speech was stuttering: "This, I don't know what you are talking about."

"The first step in chasing a woman is to send flowers." Helian Weiwei raised his eyebrows: "Do you send green flowers?"

Nan Gonglie’s face is red: “Ha, ha, ha! Why do you want to send a girl...”

Helen Weiwei did not speak, just looked at him.

Nan Gonglie’s voice gradually lowered, as if he was talking to himself: “What flower should I send?”

Helian Weiwei looked at the boy in front of him, and smiled at the lips. The old lady couldn't make a certain highness, but I still couldn't make you, a group of little kids who haven't grown up yet!

"Rose, send one is the only one, send three is I love you, look, you want to send a few."

Nan Gong Lie's eyes floated and floated: "What I love you, this young master can't say such words, send one."

"Then one is a little." He Lianwei Wei raised his mouth. For the young master who hangs among the flowers, the meaning of sending one should be deeper than sending three...