The voice of the little palace girl is very light. After the tea is finished, she stands behind the bamboo worm's long, and the corner of her mouth is slightly hooked, and it is fleeting.

The silk bamboo sounds, and the dancers in the cool gauze walk on the stage that belongs to them. In this palace of imperial power, they make their softest posture and win the eyeball, in case any one here. When the nobles are fancy, they will fly the sparrows to the phoenix.

The prince of the Holy City dressed in a different costume, young face, a **** beard with a face, looks ten years old, like a middle-aged man of thirty, those eyes are stunned, staring at those cool gauze Dancing girl, lingering.

A dancer danced to the table of the Prince of the Holy King, and he was pulled by his big palm and fell into his arms, and the beauty shouted. The prince's fingers gently touched the face of the beauty, poured the wine into the mouth of the dancer, and saw the fragrance of the lips flowing out of her mouth. He laughed happily.

"Little beauty, what is your name?"

Dancer's beautiful face is red: "The slave is called Yuxiu."

"The beauty is like jade, and Xiuwaihuizhong is a good jade show."

The palm of the prince of the prince was squirming in the dance of the singer, and the singer of the singer shouted and shouted.

Indecent.

The little girl in the heart of the palace sighed, and secretly looked at the phoenix, the eyes of the **** have been stuck on his handsome face, deliberately smashing the two peaks of the chest to the phoenix elbows...

Too sloppy, this woman is still inferior to the Prince of the Holy Spirit.

Master! Don't patronize your drink, long snacks! People have to rely on their big breasts...

Suddenly, Feng Lingran’s wine in his hand was shot at the small palace.

She hung her head very quickly, and watched the liver fluttering. For a moment, she almost thought that Feng Lingran was returning to the position, and the purple clothes would not look at her with such sharp eyes.

But soon, the sharp eyes disappeared, as if it was an illusion of her.

"Regent King, I will help you drink alcohol."

Gu Ruran's chest did not succeed, her heart was somewhat lost, seeing Feng Ling turned to look at her, Gu Ruran's heart is like a small deer jumping, Yu Yu refers to gently picking up the white jade jug on the table, beautiful movement to the phoenix Ling Ran poured the wine.

Seeing Feng Lingran picking up her sipping drink, Gu Ruran's beautiful face is full of joy.

I thought that following the cousin to the Eastern Jin Dynasty did not mean anything, but did not expect that this Dongjin actually has such a handsome man, more perfect than the first beautiful man of the Holy Capital, and, most importantly, the momentum that this man exudes, is the king of the world The momentum is not comparable to the appearance of a small white face.

She likes this man and appreciates this man, starting from the first sight.

Feng Lingran drank the first glass of wine, Gu Ruran's courage was also bigger.

"The Regent King has a good amount of wine, this cup, I will respect you."

Gu Ruran first smashed the wine for Feng Ling, and Yu Yu’s hand raised his jade cup. He smiled and looked at Feng Lingran. The candle lit up on his handsome face. Gu Ruran was shocked. This man is beautiful. The heavens and the earth are also eclipsed, her fingers tremble, and her heart trembles.

Is this the feeling of meeting a man like a man?

Gu Yanran saw Feng Lingran and drank the drink. Her eyes flashed over the shine. The man did not say a word to her, but she liked his arrogance and coldness.

The little girl in the heart of the palace is not a taste, and the purple clothes are not like erotic, how can I not refuse to accept this big breast? This big breast is so direct to the kind eyes, can't the purple clothes look out?

The little palace girl licked her mouth and saw the bamboo emptiness of the long end of the tea and put it on her lips. She is also lazy to take care of the purple clothes, and her heart is stirring.

Drink fast, drink fast...

When Zhu Xudao was about to drink, he paused and looked at the little palace girl staring at him.

"The road is long, is the tea cool? The slaves add heat to you."

Zhu Xudao looked at the clear eyes of the little palace girl and shook his head. Did he feel wrong just now?

Zhuxu Dao took back his sight and was about to put down the teacup in his hand. The little palace girl suddenly hit his elbow, and the tea sprinkled him and his mouth went in.

"Sorry, the prince, the slave is not intentional..." The little palace girl almost cried out, and she was so busy that she did not know where to take out a piece of cloth, rubbed it on the face of Zhuxu Daochang, and the scorpion’s rouge gas was drilled into the bamboo. In the nose of the imaginary road, he pushed her away and sneezed several times.

"Bold, which palace are you the palace lady?" The old yellow door's sharp voice sounded, tilting the orchid finger, pointing to the little palace lady who made the mistake.

The little palace girl trembled, and ignored the old Huangmen. She looked at the bamboo imaginary road: "The road leader, the slave is really not intentional. You are a good man, compassionate, don't be better with slaves? There are eighty mothers, three-year-old cubs, and a watchman who is too skinny to leave. The slaves can’t do anything!”

"This little girl is really pitiful." The priest's sympathetic eyes moved to the little palace girl, generously took out a piece of gold from his pocket and handed it to the messenger around him, signaling him to the little palace girl, the holy capital. The prince said again: "The bamboo is long, you see that this little girl is so miserable at home, you should not blame her again."

The little palace girl took over the gold in the hands of the messenger of the Holy Land. She was grateful for her pilgrimage to the prince of the pilgrimage: "The Prince of the Holy Spirit, you are a great man! Slaves thank you, God will bless the good life for a lifetime." q8zc

A wicked person like Zhu Xu will die early and live early!

In the heart of the small palace, she added another sentence.

Zhu Xudao nodded a little, he did not want to blame the little palace girl, but robbed a good man to the Prince of St.

"The things that slick the tongue, can't you still go?" The old Huangmen in the palace, who has not seen it? The little palace girl had a little trick, he saw it at a glance, but the Prince of the Kings and the bamboo creek did not blame the little palace girl, he also let her a horse.

When the little palace girl retired, she took a look at the old Huangmen Gate and almost did not turn the old yellow door back.

The little palace girl walked out of the palace, and her little hand was on her lips. She learned the crow and called it two times. A figure flew to the side of the little palace girl very fast. The robe was not the bamboo and the long road. Who is it?

"Hey, do you really want to do this? It’s a big crime to kill the head."

In the mouth of Zhu Xudao, the voice is indeed Wan Yuyu.

"Oh, your point of interest, you have a lot of work that doesn't come to you, you go to the work of the palace girl, let me play the game."

Bamboo sinisterly twice killed three times almost killed the slave, now such a good opportunity, she does not put him into the dungeon, let him suffer a few dozen whip, taste the pain of slaves, her Xiao Write it upside down.

Yes, yes, she doesn’t have martial arts now, but she doesn’t have a hard work, but it doesn’t mean she doesn’t have wisdom.

However, she is not willing to use this wisdom, but the bamboo sinister is too much, he does not let the slaves, she will not let him go.

"Yes, this son is still going to do the work of the bamboo worms!" He is not willing to wear a palace dress, a palace lady.