Prince Allure: Marry a Black-bellied Little Xianggong

Chapter 1116 [Hua Rong] I like him so much...

Her eyes became hazy, she smiled a little naively, and suddenly reached out to grab the long sword at his waist.

"give me……"

"What are you going to do? You're drunk." Feng Jianchou hesitated for a moment, she couldn't stand on her feet when she got up, she was clearly drunk, what did she want to do with the sword?
"Who says I'm drunk, Feng Jianchou, you cheapskate, don't want it, I have a whip..."

As Huarong said, she pulled out a long whip from her waist, exerted force on her wrist, and swung the long whip towards the long grass and wild flowers beside her. It looked like she was practicing martial arts, but also seemed to be venting.

Feng Jianchou stood up worried, her whip came with the wind and slammed towards his cheek, he hurriedly leaned back to avoid it, only to hear a thumping sound, the wine jar at his feet was already covered by her whip. Crack open.

"Rong Rong, what are you doing, stop quickly, don't you want to drink?" She doesn't want to drink now, she is obviously playing crazy, but it's a pity for his old daughter Hong, but she didn't expect her drinking capacity so shallow.

"Yes... I want to drink, hey, you know? When I saw him for the first time, I knew that he was not just my savior... I have never seen a man who is more beautiful than him, He is always unhappy, but he still smiles at me...

I grew up next to the young master, and I understand all his thoughts, Feng Qianxia has only known him for a few years, why should he take my young master away!So what if she is the princess?She is a member of Fengqi Kingdom, the young master will not like her.

Yes, Young Master doesn't like her, Young Master always sees Huarong's beauty, I like him so much..."

Huarong waved the whip, and chattered, her voice became lower and lower, tears streaming down her face, she wept softly, with rare grievance and weakness.

The flowers and plants by the green lake were also fluttered by her, like butterflies, surrounding her in blue.

Feng Jianchou stood indifferently and looked at her. She was as stubborn as a flower, and she was unwilling to make a sound even when she was injured, but now she was crying like a child.

But his heart was full of unpleasant feelings, it was probably the first time Hua Rong's thoughts were really spoken out, when he was drunk.

However, how could she forget this obsession since she was a child?

(End of this chapter)