Xiao Yu was scared of a cold sweat. Just now, she was almost a bit. Her arms would be separated from her body. Until now, she still had a lingering fear. Her little hand seemed to have taken off a layer of force and became soft.

Even so, her little hand trembled tightly pinched his leg, although the strength was weak.

Feng Lingran up the Xiao on the ground and said coldly: "This king will go back to rule your sins and give the king a drink."

The emperor and everyone were surprised. Feng Ling’s temper was indifferent. Don’t say that a palace girl died in front of him. A prince and a princess died in front of him. He would not move his fingers to save people.

Gu Ruran was angry in his heart and looked at Xiao Yu’s eyes like a poisonous snake. He wanted to poison Xiao Yu.

A little palace girl, also with Feng Lingran shot to save?

Gu Yuran did not understand Feng Lingran's temper. She thought that Feng Lingran would really bring this little palace girl back and punish him.

The emperor saw it clearly, Feng Lingran, where is the crime of trying to cure the little palace girl? It is clear that I want this little palace girl.

The emperor saw Xiao Xiao's eyes, a pretty face, his eyes clear and moving, not a beauty. Feng Lingran's taste is really low enough, so look at such a small palace girl who can't find it in the crowd.

Xiao Yu saw Feng Lingran drinking empty glass, and did not want to give him alcohol. He was here in the palace and endured it. She still gave the white jade jug and gave Feng Ling a drink.

In the past, the ministers and the princes of the capital and the Nangong 湚 湚 盏 盏 盏 盏 盏 盏 盏 盏 盏 盏 盏 盏 盏 盏 盏 盏 盏 盏 盏 盏 盏 盏

Xiao Yu has been giving Feng Ling Ran wine all the time. He seems to be deliberately making a mistake with her. She can't see her free. When she is full, he will drink it.

Why don't you kill him?

Xiao Yu has a temper in his heart. When drinking alcohol, it is inevitable to bring emotions. The little hand shook a little, and the wine spilled out of the glass.

Since Xiao Yu came, Gu Ruran has never had the opportunity to speak with Feng Lingran. His eyes have long been a slap in the face of Xiao Xiao. When he sees Xiao Yu, he is in trouble. Gu Ruran’s heart is gloating, and it seems that Xiao Yu is waiting. Feng Ling was severely punished.

Gu Yuran was not happy for a long time, seeing Feng Lingran's slender fingers suddenly grabbed Xiao Yu's hand, her face gradually ugly, eyes staring at the two hands together.

"This king teaches you to drink."

Feng Lingran's voice is still cold, it seems that Xiao Yu is somewhat intolerant, the slender fingers guide the little hands, the white jade jug is slightly tilted, the mellow wine is like a delicate spring, and it is poured into the glass from the mouth of the pot. When the eight-point was full, he took her with her hand and left her hand with her palm. If it was not the temperature left on the back of her hand, Xiao Xiao almost thought it was her illusion.

Xiao Yu looked at the back of his hand and squinted a little, and the ear was inexplicably hot.

Gu Ruran almost wants to bite the silver teeth, a low-lying palace lady, why can I get the special treatment of Feng Lingran? Also personally teach her alcoholism? Also equipped?

Gu Ruoran hated and suddenly thought of something. She stood up and said: "Gale cousin, is there a princess in the palace, is there a princess who is a cousin?"

Helian gale stopped talking on the dance genius. Tonight's banquet, the Eastern Jin Dynasty did not arrange for the princess and the county owner to participate. How could he see it?

Helian Gale still knows his cousin better. He does not wait for the emperor to speak. He said: "Oh, if you have anything, just say it! There is no need to bend the corner between the cousin and the cousin."

Gu Yanran’s smile is like a flower, and Feng Feng looks at it with a glimpse of love. “I want the grass of the gale cousin’s hand and give it to my beloved man.”

Everyone was shocked by the daring behavior of Gu Ruran. The beloved man in the mouth of the cousin of the Prince of the Holy King... isn’t the regent Wang Feng Ling Ran?

He Lian gale smiled heartily, and generously took out the gem box containing the grass: "The man who looks at me, of course, I must support this cousin."

Gu Yuran was delighted to see the gale of the pilgrimage, and the gale cousin hurt her from an early age. No matter what excessive demands she made, he would let her meet her, and this time is no exception.

Gu Ruran went over and took the gemstone box containing the grass from the hands of Helian Gale. He walked to the front of Feng Lingran and held it with both hands. He looked at Feng Lingran with pride and said: "The Eastern Jin Dynasty Regent, you are the man I have seen with you, please accept this grass."

Xiao Yu jeweled the box, and her heart snorted, knowing that there was a **** grass that repaired her soul sword wound, but she did not want Feng Ling to reach out.

This extension, it also shows that Feng Ling must ignore the ignorance.

The emperor saw Gu Ruran hold the **** grass in front of Feng Lingran. His fingers clenched the armrests of the dragon chair tightly, and the brown scorpion flashed through the dark awns that he wanted to plunder. This sacred grass is for the princess. Still the county owner will eventually become his bag. If it is in the hands of Feng Lingran, then he has no chance.

How can such a good thing give Feng Lingran?

The old Huangmen saw that the emperor was different, and his look changed slightly. He leaned down and lowered his voice, and said a few words in the ear of the emperor.

The Emperor's fingers gradually relaxed, Liu Gonggong said yes, now that he and Feng Ling are in a serious conflict, he can not let Feng Ling suddenly become suspicious because of a plant of grass.

The emperor converges all the looks, and his face re-emerges with a smile: "Regent King, since the county magistrate is interested in you, you have received her affection!"

Xiao Yu shook his head at Feng Ling, Master, don't! Don't betray yourself because of the gods, she would rather have a sword wound on the soul never recover, and I don't want him to lick this big breast.

Feng Ling looked at Xiao Yu and looked at the painful color of her flashing light. He gave her a slight smile.

This singer laughs, occupies the world's best, and leads the way. He is a natural illuminator, and his body is full of attractive brilliance, like a fairy moon, and like the most shining stars, under the light, unreachable.

Xiao Yu found that his own loss was in his fascinating world. He was so addicted that he did not know when he had come back. His slender fingers were already holding the jewel-inlaid fairy grass box.

Xiao Yu lost her heart, as if she didn't see the smile of Gu Yanran's face, and she didn't hear Gu Xinran's delightful voice. She didn't even know how she left the palace...

Sitting in the carriage, Xiao Yu’s mouth twitched with a self-deprecating sneer.

Why should she care so much? Didn't you think about it early, will you leave the Regent Palace?

The purple dress is doing this, also to help her cure the soul of the sword wound, waiting for her soul to return to her body, and leaving the regent government with the purple clothes and slaves, Feng Lingran loves who has nothing to do with her.

Two muffled sounds.

Xiao Yu turned his head and saw a slender finger slightly curved. The white knuckles were knocked on the coffee table of the golden nanmu. The owner of the finger was Feng Lingran.

Xiao Xiao’s mouth opened Zhang: “Master, do you really want to marry the big breasted woman?”

Feng Ling looked at her deeply and deeply: "Do you care?"

Do you care? Xiao Yu also asked himself in his heart.

What do you care about? Feng Ling is like her.

Xiao Yan licked his lips: "I think you are not doing this well, not a gentleman." q8zc

Feng Lingran black sputum flashed disdain, his arm behind his head, lazy lying in the carriage, long legs extended to Xiao Yu's leg: "tired, help the king pinch."

"..." She is also tired, no one has helped her pinch it! Don't forget, how did he treat her in the palace? Now I still expect her to help him pinch his legs?

Xiao Yu directly pushed his leg down. Who knows, the leg was pressed against her legs.

"If you don't want the grass, the king will throw it away now."

He held the sacred box in his hand and moved to the window of the car. It seemed that as long as she pushed his leg down again, he would throw it out of the grass.

"When did you change as bad as Feng Lingran?"

Xiao Yu dissatisfied with a pair of small claws, pinching on Feng Lingran's legs.

“Poor?” Feng Ling’s mouth smacked with a smug smile, and he sighed softly and comfortably. He said: “Little, wait for the sword of your soul to be cured, what can you do? ?"

Xiao Yu slightly stunned. I didn't expect Feng Ling to suddenly shift the topic. She glanced at him and felt that the purple dress today was a bit strange: "I plan, the master, you don't know the old man?"

"For the teacher to be old, if you have said a lot, you will forget it. It is better to say it to the teacher again. If your injury is good, what are your plans?" He squinted halfway, and the night pearl in the carriage illuminated him cold. The unparalleled face, like a lazy big monster, enjoys the service of a pure and harmless little beast.

"The master is really old. I have forgotten what I just did in the palace. Do you want to remind the little ones that you are doing too much for the little ones?"

Xiao Yu thought of what happened in the palace and came to the air. The fingers squeezed his legs hard. The muscles on his legs shrank a little, as hard as a stone, and pinched her fingers.

Feng Ling suddenly straightened up, and the big palm grabbed Xiao Yu’s arm hard: “Do you know that it is the palace? Who allowed you to dress up as a palace lady?”

"Pain ~" Xiao Yu's arm hurts, reaching for his finger, just hit it, he took back his finger, as if she had bacteria on her hand.

"Don't shift the topic and answer the king."

He lay down lazily, and the long legs were still pressed against her.

Xiao Yu was hurt by his arm, his heart was dissatisfied, and he said in his mouth, "I can have any plans? Isn’t it all to listen to the master? What does the master say?"

Feng Lingran raised a good-looking black scorpion and glanced at Xiao Yu. He casually asked: "Everything is listening to the king? What is the king thinking?"

"Oh, master, when are you used to claiming to be the king? You shouldn't be Feng Lingran?"