The Villain’s Little Cutie

Rong Yu's words count.

It's really just a hug.

Assi's eyes widened, and he waited for a long time without waiting for his next move.

Then he closed his eyes with confidence.

Until the sound of the little girl's breathing was heard beside her.

Rong Yu laughed lowly.

Reached out and touched her cheek.

Whispered: "Little fool."

Lingering tone, rising ending, unspeakable flattery.

These days, Her Majesty the Queen has not gone to the court, and the ministers of the court have quite objected to this.

But there is no alternative.

Those who went to invite the great emperor were also kicked out of the house.

Suddenly, he was very angry.

"Go on like this! Can Hongfeng country survive!"

"Your Majesty will not come to the court to indulge in beauty all day long, even the great empress is like this! The old lady is mad!"

A group of ministers gathered together and cursed.

But Asi couldn't hear a word.

The people in the palace were all controlled by Rong Yu.

Just say something nice to make Assi happy.

When Feng Ci heard it, he ignored it.

Someday.

Feng Ci suddenly got up early and changed into an apricot dress.

The hair is also loose, instead of the woman's bun that has been combed.

"Your Highness, your body."

Feng Ci looked at the woman in the mirror, she was still beautiful.

Just a layer of powder on her face, she pursed her lips, looking at the delicate lip color.

He smiled and said: "The peach blossoms in the temple are all blooming, Xiaohe, I will accompany this palace to the last incense this year."

Xiaohe responded yes.

"His Royal Highness, you put it on, the wind is strong outside, and your body is so weak."

Feng Ci shook his head, "It's okay, let's go."

Go to the temple to be sincere.

Feng resigned to the foot of the mountain and got out of the carriage.

The skirt on the woman was fluttered by the wind.

Xiao He stood on one side uneasy, trying to protect the big emperor from the wind.

Since the emperor girl was gone, her body has become weaker and weaker.

Until that day, she stabbed another knife into her belly.

How could there be such a person who doesn't cherish his own body.

Xiaohe has been with the big emperor since he was a child, and feels distressed.

"Xiaohe, this palace has lived for such a long time. In addition to the queen and the queen, there is also Assi. You are the best person in this palace."

"After I go back, I will point you to a good marriage."

Feng Ci suddenly smiled and said: "In fact, the housekeeper Ji in the mansion is very good. I also know his feelings for you. You can get better after you marry."

"His Royal Highness, what are you saying all of a sudden."

Feng Ci covered his mouth and coughed softly, with blood sprayed into his palm.

She let go of her hands casually.

He smiled and said, "You are not too young anymore. If you don't marry you, you will blame me."

The master and servant helped climb to the temple.

Feng Ci saw the man standing at the door at a glance.

After so long, the injury on his chest hasn't healed.

Standing at the door dressed in black.

Holding a saber in his hand.

He looked over with a heavy gaze.

Feng Ci stroked his own bun, not crooked.

Her eyes were bleak, but she smiled on her face.

"Recently everyone is saying that General Weijia is the true king, and the Red Wind Nation will soon be subjugated."

"Her Majesty ignores the government and indulges in beauty, and even the great empress has tortured the people all day long. If the two of them don't kill, what's the reason for heaven?"

Feng Ci took a step forward, with a smile on his face.

Wei Zhengan frowned, looking at the woman's pale face.

The wind was blowing.

He stood stiff, trying to reach out to support the woman, she was so thin that she would fall apart when the wind blew.

"Your body..."

He spoke hoarsely.

But I heard the woman on the opposite side say: "Fengci, congratulations here... Brother Zhengan."

Brother Zhengan.

The man suddenly stiffened.

The chest was empty and uncomfortable.