"His Royal Highness, General Wuwei, he seems to recognize me, but I did not admit it then."

Rather than being questioned by the prince, Yange feels as though he is frank and lenient, but also weakens himself and General Wu Wei: "He knows that there is a mole on my wrist. Your Highness, can you find someone to help me get this mole Remove. "

"And the birthmark on my back." Yan Ge said weakly, ignoring the scorching glance that the prince had fallen on her face, "His Royal Highness, I heard that there is a scorching sentence in the criminal law. I thought, whether my Highness can help me. Burn a piece on your back to cover your birthmark with burn marks. "

She reached out and took hold of a crown of prince, her voice begging: "Your Highness, can you help me?"

But even at this time, she still used the male voice she used when facing others.

He sat back slowly on the couch, staring at her blankly.

Fire? This woman, she is not only cruel to others, she is cruel to herself.

Yan Ge knelt in place, his voice croaked, "His Royal Highness?"

"Take a mole? Cannon?" He sneered, his voice swarfing: "Can't you do this, you're not Chu Ji of this palace?"

Without saying a word, he snapped, "Come here!"

Yange moved on her knees.

He reached out and tore off Yange's clothes, and pressed it against Yange's chest across a lining.

Although tied tightly around the cloth, the place is still different from the flat man.

Yange subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but the prince clenched her cloth with her fingers.

He didn't know where to find a dagger. The knife was cut into two pieces, but Yange's body was not scratched by the dagger.

This kung fu can never be done by anyone who has n’t practiced it. This prince, what kind of guy is it!

Yange looked up and stunned him in shock: "His Royal Highness?"

The Prince raised his lips and stared at the words with a smile, "If you really don't want to be Chu Ji, you can cut your body together."

Yan Ge's eyes were filled with tears. She bit her lip and slowly bowed her head in the eyes of the prince: "As long as Her Royal Highness does not dislike, I will always be His Highness Chu Ji. No matter what Her Highness thinks, it will always be in my heart Such."

Her hand rubbed his corner of the clothes and kneaded, using a woman's voice to cry weakly: "His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness thought that His Royal Highness would like him to do a career like a man ..."

Before she finished speaking, he pinched his chin. He lowered his head to her, his face was on her cheek, and whispered in her ear, "The only thing I like in this palace is to do you!"

Words of Song: ...

What he said was really shameless.

Two people together, who is up and who is down?

Yange's eyelashes trembled, as if shy, and whispered, "Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness likes it, Junjun is very happy."

The Prince held Yange's hand on his clothes and ordered: "Untie."

Yan Ge weakly stepped forward to undress: "His Royal Highness, Junjun's face has too much powder, and still, it is still male makeup."

Although there is no palm light in the carriage, there is a faint halo on the top of the carriage.

It was hard to see the thick powder on her face, but she could see her "male face".

Anyway, it wasn't that the fish had fallen into the water, and they felt that they belonged to the sea, so they disdain to turn around in his fish tank.

The Prince snorted coldly, held her shoulders, pulled her closer to her, and threw the wet towel from the box to her face.