The main god of fast wear is playing again

Chapter 610 There is always a concubine who will cuckold me ([-])
Tu Zhimeng originally wanted to find fault, but unexpectedly came to the door by herself, so no wonder she is a fool.

Nan Wufeng was not overly surprised, but knelt down in front of Tu Zhimeng with a plop, holding his clothes up high, lowering his head, as if he didn't dare to look at her, trembling all over.

"Your Majesty, the slave didn't do it on purpose..." Nan Wufeng said timidly, the pleasant and magnetic bass was cautious, and it sounded very cute.

Tu Zhimeng narrowed her eyes slightly, snorted, threw the clothes on the ground, and smiled slightly: "You say that, so it proves that the blood on it is yours?"

Act, then act.

Don't you just want to get this mouse's attention and complete the task that King Morning gave you?
This mouse is perfect for you.

"Your Majesty, it was the slave who accidentally pricked his hand while sewing clothes at noon, and somehow it stained His Majesty's clothes afterwards. The slave deserves to die, and please punish him."

Nan Wufeng's attitude of admitting his mistakes was very good, and he slipped away when he told a lie, so he just opened his mouth.

Regarding Nanwufeng, Dongzao has already introduced it to Tu Zhimeng.

So Tu Zhimeng knew what he wanted to do.

"Your voice is very familiar to me, raise your head and let me see." Tu Zhimeng said with a serious face, took the clothes holder he was holding with one hand behind his back, and turned to Xiao Pizi.

Nan Wufeng trembled slightly, and slowly raised his head, a pair of beautiful and charming peach blossom eyes were already overflowing with tears, and the tip of his nose was also stained with a faint blush.

Tu Zhimeng curled her lips into a smile, pinched his chin with her small hand, and raised it slightly: "Are you sent by the emperor?"

"Your Majesty, yes." Nan Wufeng stared at the little girl without blinking, like a pool of spring water, the breeze blew by, causing a pool of ripples.

The nice bass has just the right amount of crying, just enough to arouse people's compassion without appearing artificial.

Tu Zhimeng narrowed her beautiful almond eyes slightly, and read a hint of shrewd calculation from the other party's pitiful appearance.

Sure enough, when this man is flattered, there is nothing wrong with women.

A certain mouse sighed a little in his heart, his exquisite little face was still expressionless.

"She's a beauty." She pinched Nan Wufeng's chin, rubbed it gently with her fingertips, and there was a meaningful taste in her bright eyes, and she continued to ask: "Why was she called a palace slave at the beginning?" ?”

Nan Wufeng still looked pitiful, his long eyelashes trembling: "I replied to Your Majesty because He said that the mole in the corner of my eye is an ominous omen, and staying with His Majesty will ruin His luck. "

Tu Zhimeng listened, and couldn't help laughing in her heart, her beautiful eyes turned around, she coughed lightly, and her eyes fell on the mole at the corner of Nan Wufeng's eye.

"Then do you want to come back to me?"

"think."

Nan Wufeng answered almost without hesitation, his eyes filled with determination, and added: "Your Majesty is the most perfect person in the world. When I saw you, it was love at first sight."

Tu Zhimeng snorted inwardly as he looked at his playful look.

When King Chen sent Nan Wufeng to his side, Tu Zhimeng was only 11 years old.

Who would believe that you, a grown man, are attracted to an underage girl?
What about a liar?
Do you really think this mouse is a fool?
"That's good." Tu Zhimeng's hands gradually moved upwards, touched the mole under the corner of his right eye, and said calmly without any emotion: "Then you dig out this mole, and you can return to my home. by my side."

(End of this chapter)