The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Hu Xiang ran to the fire and sat down, spread her hands, and a plump, plucked pigeon fell out of her arms.

Pigeons are actually pigeons!Great to have roast squab!I have never even drank saliva since I was captured by bandits.

My eyes were wide open, and I stared straight at the dove quietly hiding on the ground. My saliva hissed and flowed down from the corner of my mouth...

Hu Xiang raised his eyebrows, opened and closed his ruddy lips, and said frothyly, "It's amazing, I caught it! Do you want to know where it came from?"

I wiped my saliva and nodded like pounding garlic. [

Hu Xiang became more and more excited when he spoke, and his tone became higher and higher, as if he was shouting: "Oh hehehe... When I was collecting firewood just now, this guy flapped his wings and licked a pile of shit on my head! Hmph Dare to break ground on Miss Ben's head."

Hu Xiang stopped suddenly, and smiled slyly a few times, even his voice was gloomy: "The end is to become a roasted pigeon!"

Every time she said a word, Sima Qing's face turned darker, and when she finished speaking, Sima Qing's face was as black as squid juice sprayed, it was shiny!

After finishing speaking, Hu Xiang picked up a stick, quickly moved the pigeons, put them on the fire and roasted them, with a smug smile on his face, it was like picking up gold...

"Cough..." Sima Yang coughed heavily, attracting the attention of Hu Xiang, who was intoxicated, and his clear and sweet voice rippling: "Hu Xiang...that's a carrier pigeon, cough, when you catch it, there is Didn't find anything like a note?"