The main god of fast wear is playing again

Chapter 609 There is always a concubine who will cuckold me ([-])
Seeing Xiao Cui staring blankly at him, Nan Wufeng was unexpectedly a little embarrassed, his handsome face was stained with two touches of faint blush, and even the tips of his ears turned red, the breeze blew past him, blowing the corners of his forehead Her blue silk and peach blossom eyes are like the overflowing spring water, causing ripples in a pool.

"Then, thank you Wufeng."

Xiaocui looked at it for a long time before she recovered her senses. She lowered her head with a blushing face, as if she didn't dare to look directly into Nan Wufeng's eyes, and her hands were tangled together.

Nan Wufeng smiled faintly, walked out of the laundry room with his clothes on, and went directly to Chaoyang Hall.

Along the way, he attracted the fiery gazes of many courtiers, most of whom were envious.

Envious of being a man, why is there such a big difference?

In a few minutes, he arrived at the gate of Chaoyang Palace, looking at the golden frame of the red gate, a shrewd calculation flashed in Nan Wufeng's eyes, he stretched out his index finger, pressed it against his lips and bit his teeth fiercely.

A burst of pain hit him, causing him to frown his delicate brows, looking at the blood dripping from the fingertips, Nan Wufeng slightly curled his lips, and pinched the fingertips to drip the blood onto the white underwear.

Immediately tidied it up, turned the bloody side down, tidied it up, and walked in with cloth shoes.

At this moment, Tu Zhimeng was lazily looking at the books that Bai Xiao had arranged for her, saying that they were about to take the exam tomorrow.

Alas, a certain mouse said that this empress is not easy to be.

He even recognized a cat as a teacher.

Because he was not used to being served by a group of elders around him, he let all the palace servants go down, leaving only a slender, fair-looking little palace slave to fan the wind.

Nan Wufeng walked in from the gate of Chaoyang Hall, and saw the little girl sitting there desperately flipping through the books.

The little girl looks thin and fair-skinned. She wears a blue dress that makes her look very fresh. Her beautiful almond eyes look a little sleepy, half-closed, and her little head moves little by little. It was about to knock on the table, and the two thin legs were still restless, shaking back and forth.

It was the palace slave Xiao Pizi who was beside him who saw Nan Wufeng.

"Your Majesty, the people from the laundry room have come to deliver the clothes." He reminded in a low voice, gently shaking the fan, and fanning Tu Zhimeng away from the sweltering summer heat.

Tu Zhimeng gave a faint "hmm", then inadvertently glanced at the person at the door, and suddenly regained her spirits.

She slapped the book on the table, fell off the chair, and ran all the way to Nan Wufeng.

Looking up at Nan Wufeng.

Correct!
It was this face that was so abused in the last small world that he committed suicide by swallowing sleeping pills.

Don't think that if you have a mole in the corner of your eye, this mouse won't recognize you.

In addition to being a Mingjun and gaining Nan Wufeng's favorability points, a certain mouse also added a task to himself.

That is to return the pain he brought to him in the last small world with interest, and he has to cry and beg for mercy under the abused one.

Because Nan Wufeng was two ends taller than the little girl, she raised her head to look at him, and her neck would hurt after a long time.

"You, squat down."

With a cold face, Tu Zhimeng pointed at Nan Wufeng and ordered, her face full of arrogance.

Nan Wufeng seemed to be used to the little girl's weirdness, so she obediently followed suit.

Tu Zhimeng followed his movements and moved his gaze down slowly, until he was at the same level with Nan Wufeng, and finally revealed two small dimples in satisfaction.

Well, not bad, not bad, the empress feels very good.

While circling in her heart, the little girl calmly picked up the clothes on the rack, unfolded them, and took a look.

"Ah, why is there blood here?" Tu Zhimeng exclaimed deliberately, pointed at the blood on it, and looked at Nan Wufeng with a gloomy look: "Your head will be lost."

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