Bihu: "..."

Princess, I haven’t even taken action yet!

Can you give me a chance to perform?

Although the secret guard who was lit by the acupoint could not speak, his eyes revealed a shock: "..."

King Zhenbei is a military general who guards the border. Princess Qionghua Yan Qiyu has lived in the northern land with strong folk customs since childhood, and it is not surprising that he knows martial arts skills.

But the princess’s acupointing technique was clearly the one he used last night, and the Yong Prince’s Mansion was a unique technique!

Fenghua looked at the secret guards with a look of smile: "The acupoint will be untied after two hours. I would like to advise you not to try to impact the acupoints that the princess pointed, otherwise..."

She smiled coldly.

The words that were not finished were filled with a sarcastic threat.

He glanced coldly at the secret guard who was fixed on the spot. Fenghua passed by him and took two close maids out of the Wind Garden with a swagger.

"Bihu, Mingzhu, let's go."

"yes!"

"yes!"

Along the way, many secret guards appeared, trying to stop them, "please" Fenghua back to close the small dark room.

But the final result is no different from the first secret guard.

Long Jue said that he was forbidden to admire Fangyuan. Without his orders, he could not take half a step to admire Fangyuan, which was like a joke.

...

Peony Hall.

Compared with the green vegetables, cabbage, tofu and carrots in Shangfangyuan, there are delicious wine and delicacies on the Eight Immortals table here.

The boy in red actually sat at the same table with Long Jue. His stunning and terrifying face was slightly lazy. He picked up a white jade bowl with his fingers, and handed it to the man in Xuanshang's ink. He said softly in a gentle tone: "Prince, this is ginseng and deer antler soup. Feng Jin specifically ordered the kitchen to cook it for you. How about you try it?"

The boys and girls look like thin and slender. Even if they are doing flattery, there is no sense of incongruity at the moment.

Long Jue's cold eyebrows and eyes softened, and Mo Shang stretched out his hand under his sleeves, and was about to take over from Feng Jin's hand, while saying, "Feng Jin, you have the heart."

"Oh--"

At this time, a sneer came from outside the Peony Hall.

Long Jue paused his hand.

The boy in red and the man in black who sat very close to him looked up.

I saw a woman in a light purple dress, following two pretty maids, walking into the Peony Hall slowly.

Long Jue's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Yan Qiyu?

Fenghua's eyes fluttered, and he glanced at the soup in the hands of the boy in red. His red lips curled up a light and slow curve of sarcasm, and he deliberately slowed down his tone and said:

"Young Master Feng Jin is indeed very affectionate to you. Ginseng and Deer Antler Deer Deer Soup has the effect of nourishing the kidneys and strengthening yang. You must drink more, otherwise Young Master Feng Jin will be...unsatisfied."

Apart from Long Jue, no one in the entire Yong Palace knew what Feng Jin's identity and origin was. When Yan Qiyu married into the Yong Palace, Feng Jin already existed.

All over the palace, including Princess Yong, Yan Qiyu, were called the young man in red and called Prince Fengjin.

As soon as Feng Huayi's words fell, Long Jue's eyebrows and eyes became cold and cold.

To nourish the kidneys and strengthen yang, isn’t this saying...Is he not good enough?

Feng Jin's face turned pale and red. After reacting, he immediately shouted anxiously: "Princess, don't talk nonsense! Feng Jin is just caring about the hard work of the prince..."

"I am not talking nonsense, but why are you so excited, you are doing so?"

Feng Huayi sat down next to the Eight Immortals table, smiling playfully:
Chapter completed!