The empress of fast wear is married

Chapter 383

"..."

The veins on Long Jue's forehead jumped up suddenly.

If this king wants to kill people and silence them, how can you, Yan Qiyu, still live till now?

If you don't go, this king will go, okay? !

With a cold face, the man in black clothes stood up with a flick of his sleeves and strode away.

Passing over the boy in red who was kneeling on the ground, he didn't even look at him.

A certain prince should leave first to respect him.

Fenghua seems to have heard Fengjin's heartbroken voice.

crackling.

Feng Jin held up her bright red robe and stood up on her own, her tearful eyes glared resentfully, she sat elegantly and lazily in front of the Eight Immortals' table, the woman in a light purple dress with black silk like ink, said through gritted teeth: "Feng Jin wrote down what the princess said today!"

"You can get out too." Fenghua didn't look sideways, holding chopsticks in his slender hands like green onions, casually savoring the delicacies on the table.

In a word, let Feng Jin go... No, it's not going to go, and it's not going to stay.

If you stay, you will inevitably suffer humiliation.

go?
Didn't he agree with her heart and answer her word "scroll"?

Feng Jinyan's hands under her red sleeves clenched into fists, and her knuckles turned pale.

He stood there, his face changed for a while, and finally rolled away.

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Evening, Jinye Pavilion.

The Linghua window is half open, and the crescent moon in the sky is shining brightly.

The slender body of the young man in red was leaning on the window sill, with one leg bent, his white and slender hands resting on his knees, and he was holding a delicate jade-colored wine bottle.

He raised his head slightly, and raised his hand to take a sip of the wine. The clear wine glides across his delicate chin and white Adam's apple, and the corners of his eyes are tinged with a crystal-clear light.

Drunk and slightly tipsy, the face of the stunning monster was full of loneliness.

He just likes someone.

And that person happened to be a man.

What's wrong with him?

"Jin'er." A deep and magnetic voice rang in his ears.

Feng Jin thought it was because she was drunk and had auditory hallucinations, so she ignored it.

Long Jue, he treated him like this because of Yan Qiyu, how could he appear here?

Feng Jin wanted to raise her hand, and then raised her head to take a sip of wine, but unexpectedly, a hand grabbed the bottle forcefully, her tone was low and displeased: "This king is here, you dare to drink alone."

Done.

The man in black clothes held the wine he had snatched from Feng Jin in his hand, aimed at his thin lips, and slightly raised his head to take a sip.

That position happened to be where Feng Jin's lips had just touched.

Feng Jin turned her head in shock, and an unbelievable joy flashed in her tearful eyes: "My lord..."

Long Jue licked the thin water on his lips, and praised: "Jin'er's wine tastes wonderful."

The movement of licking his lips made the man's handsome and icy face exuded a sinister and awe-inspiring look.

Feng Jin's heart felt hot.

For some reason, he subconsciously felt that the "wonderful taste" that Long Jue praised was not wine, but... him.

Feng Jin's slender body couldn't help softening, she turned away her hot face, and said firmly: "Didn't the lord punish Jin'er to meditate on her own life in Jin Ye Pavilion? What are you doing in Jin Ye Pavilion at this time?"

"If the king doesn't come tonight, wouldn't Jin'er want to stay alone in the empty boudoir?" Long Jue's Adam's apple rolled, and a deep and pleasant smile overflowed from his thin lips, pulling the young man in red to him.

Feng Jin snorted in dissatisfaction: "What are you doing alone, I am not a woman who describes women."

"Yes. Jin'er is not a woman, but Jin'er is the eternal Princess Yong in my heart..."

Before Feng Jin could be touched in the future, Long Jue raised his big palm, and with a sound of "Tear--", the red clothes fell to the ground lightly.

(End of this chapter)