? The woman sitting on the side of the bed raised her head timidly, the tears on her face still wet.

She took off her shoes and lay on the bed before she said: "Don't dare to please the lord, please..."

Feng Hongyin then reacted, because she had just said something, she thought she wanted her to lie on the bed and let him ask for it.

Feng Hongyin didn't look at her again, just stiffened his body, and said coldly: "This king doesn't mean that to you, you rest, this king just..."

[Ding task release: **One night, full of joy. 】

Feng Hongyin: 【……】

What the **** did the author write this!

Bailu, right? !

Wait, wait for him to complete the task, the **** system is no longer on him, he won't be the prince Zhu if he doesn't skin the white deer! ! !

After hearing his words, the woman lying on the bed opened her eyes, as if she couldn't believe it, but she took the rest of her life.

She sat up around the quilt, leaned slightly on the bed, and said softly: "Thank you, Lord, and go slowly."

The degree of Feng Hongyin's face was increased by one more point.

He was silent for a moment, and his half-turned body turned back.

The people on the boat had doubts in their eyes, as if they were asking him what happened, what happened, and whether he was going to regret it.

Feng Hongyin did not squint or look at her. He walked to the small table in front of the window and sat down. Then he took the book on the table and read it, just like in his own home. It seems that there is no room at all. other people.

The doubtful eyes of the woman on the bed almost pierced him out of the hole.

"Lord?"

Feng Hongyin didn't turn his head, turning the book in his hand as if he was fascinated by it.

He couldn't hear his answer, and there were strange words from him before, and she finally lay back on the bed again.

After waiting for a while, she breathed well, and finally fell asleep.

Feng Hongyin breathed a sigh of relief.

**One night, this "one night" is easy to handle, how can you count the joy of being full?

Feng Hongyin frowned and thought for a long time, and finally came up with a solution.

It's just that this method has to wait until the night has passed.

Thinking of this, Feng Hongyin took a leisurely look at the book in his hand.

I have to sit here all night, naturally I need something to do.

In this way, his figure froze again.

"Female Virtue"...

Are the prostitutes in the brothel so high-quality now? Have to look at the female virtues? ? ?

Feng Hongyin put the "Female Virtue" aside as if he had received a hot potato.

This female virtue is brand new, and it can be seen that the master hasn't turned it over a few times at all.

There were not many books on the table, so Feng Hongyin picked up another one.

This one is an analysis of the poems of the previous dynasty, but it has some meaning.

And occasionally there will be lower-case characters in the poems, probably written by the person on the bed.

Feng Hongyin flipped through a few pages, and then became fascinated.

No words for a night.

When the sky turned white in the morning, Feng Hongyin, who had been sitting at the desk all night, stood up and stretched out.

The person in the bed was not awake yet, he closed the book and found that his task was still not completed.

He felt that something was wrong with the joy, so he walked to the window and pushed the person in bed to wake up.

The girl who was sleeping soundly woke up in a daze, her long eyelids trembled, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes.

Feng Hongyin paused with her hand pushing her, and then saw that she was a little awake, and then said, "Laugh."

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