As for whether he has the power to appoint officials in South Vietnam... he doesn't care about that much.

He pointed, that's it.

It is illegal, just let Feng Wuyou pursue a decree.

Xiang Hui was stunned for a while before he reacted.

He was a small military envoy, so he became the prefect of a city?

...Feng Wuyou was pulled into the city by Xiao Jinglan.

"You're too sarcastic."

Feng Wuyou complained a little.

How could a prefect be that easy to be a prefect?

Especially Xiang Hui has no experience at all.

"I can't learn, loyalty is the most important thing."

Xiao Jinglan held Feng Wuyou, but he was moving faster and faster.

After a while, he walked to the city guard's mansion.

“Where do you live?”

Xiao Jinglan asked Qianyue who was following behind, and Qianyue had already been relieved by his own people.

Qianyue hurriedly pointed to a room, which Feng Wuyou had lived in before.

"Go and prepare hot water."

Xiao Jinglan threw down a sentence, pulled Feng Wuyou and went in.

This man is really too domineering, and Feng Wuyou doesn't even have room to resist.

Helplessly, I had to follow her in.

But as soon as he entered, Feng Wuyou became panicked.

"What are you doing?"

She covered her clothes tightly, and Xiao Jinglan actually wanted to take off her skirt. Her face turned red as if it was burning.

Even if you want to do that, don’t be so anxious! Xiao Jinglan’s eyebrows moved, but he just pressed Feng Wuyou somewhere, and Feng Wuyou’s body suddenly became soft.

She let go uncontrollably and fell on the bed.

When she hurriedly got up, Xiao Jinglan had already lifted her skirt and tied up her trouser legs.

"Oh... um..." Xiao Jinglan poked the inside of her thigh with her index finger, and Feng Wuyou screamed in pain.

This woman always can't learn to take care of herself.

As long as he is not here, she will definitely hurt herself.

Xiao Jinglan had a calm face and continued to roll her trouser legs.

"pain!"

Feng Wuyou raised his hand and went to hit Xiao Jinglan's hand. As a result, Xiao Jinglan took his hand away.

Bang! A slap happened to hit the inside of his thigh.

"You..." This was definitely something unexpected to Xiao Jinglan, so he hurriedly went to check Feng Wuyou.

After riding for a day, the road was difficult to walk, and the high-intensity march was still marching. Feng Wuyou's inner thighs were not only congested, but also the bloodshots were grinded out.

She still slapped her so hard.

"Mmmmm..." Why is she so miserable~ Xiao Jinglan wanted to comfort Feng Wuyou, but as a result, he immediately became stunned when he met Feng Wuyou.

A small face as big as a palm, with a thin face after a serious illness, with tears in his eyes, looking at him pitifully.

Breathing suddenly became stagnant.

Feng Wuyou was really tearful by his slap.
Chapter completed!