The Phoenix Girl of Jiangmen: The Mad Concubine Fights the World

Buyuexiao's deep eyes looked straight at Mo Ran's eyes, the clear eyes seemed to see through her heart.

Sighing softly, he said with deep meaning: "Moran, is it because you underestimate the prince too much, or do you hope that the person in the room at this moment is you?"

Mo Ran opened his eyes wide open, staring at Bu Yuexiao intently, choked his throat with thousands of words, unable to utter them.

Her forgetfulness was in a trance, and she returned to the first time, the day when she saw the boy in the bright crimson clothes.

She is clearly dressed in a crimson robe, like flowers growing in the dark, but she always looks indifferent and calm. [

He seldom speaks, and most of the time, he raises his head to look up at the bright moon, or faces a river of passing water, and stays silent for a long time.

No matter what happened, he remained calm. He was only 11 years old that year, but he seemed as calm as 21 years old.

It was a picture engraved in her heart, and she would never forget it.

After a while, he finally opened his mouth, and just as he was about to say something, the door of the front room was suddenly and slowly opened.

A long figure stood at the door, Feng Qiwu was dressed in white clothes like snow, slightly disheveled, with long snow-like hair hanging down his side.A pair of cold eyes looked at the three of them quietly, their eyes were as lonely and cold as snow, without any emotion or wave.

But just a moment ago, in the room where the smell of joy|love still lingered in the air, he was smiling like a flower.

Huan|After the love, Feng Qiwu lay contentedly beside Ai Muli, quietly enjoying the quiet warmth.

The black hair and silver threads of the two were entangled again, just like the entangled figures of the two just now.

There is still a difference between men and women.

Men and women's bed | Exercise on the bed, the one who exerts the force is full of energy, but the one who is under the force is so tired that he falls asleep.

Feng Qiwu pulled out the jade pendant hanging around Ai Muli's neck, and when his palm touched the warm and soft white jade, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There was a low voice from outside, the distance was too far, and the voice was low again.

Feng Qiwu, who has excellent hearing, can't hear exactly what the other party is saying, but he can tell whose voice it is.

Holding the jade pendant tightly with his hand, he opened it slowly again. He looked sideways and took a deep look outside.

Looking back, I saw Ai Muli's eyelashes trembling, as if she was about to be woken up.

His gaze sank slightly, Feng Qiwu immediately stretched out his hand to caress Ai Muli's sleeping hole, letting her fall asleep again.

The queen got up, put on her clothes casually, and walked out.

"Is this where you should talk?" The tone was colder than the blade of a sword.The whole person is as cold as ice, like a person who has walked down from a thousand-year-old snow mountain.

Seeing Feng Qiwu come out, the sharp ink sword in Shiyu's hand was retracted into the scabbard at his waist in an instant. [

Mo Ran backed away subconsciously, she didn't know how much Feng Qiwu heard, leaning against the wall, she didn't dare to take a breath.