Hei Meng husband and wife's son is too pitiful

Chapter 5 Is So Willful (2)
However, the face revealed by taking away the folding fan made everyone hold their breath.

What kind of face is that? It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a fairy and beautiful face. It is so exquisite that people think it is the result of the gods in the sky. The concentration of the eyebrows, the size of the eyes, the height of the bridge of the nose, and the thickness of the lips , both of them are too much to add one point, and too little to subtract one point.

The man stood up, stretched casually, and leaned leisurely on the door frame of the box.

A crimson dress is not as wide-sleeved and wide as the popular ones nowadays, it is loose yet sleek, simple yet delicate, and the perfect body proportions are just right.

The clothes were not decorated too much, only the Tengyunxiang pattern was embroidered with silk thread at the hem, a wide red and white jade belt was tied around the waist, and a black jade was hung on it.

His deep and shining eyes squinted at the "battlefield", and his clean chin was slightly raised, with a three-pointed look and a seven-point casual look.

But it was such a lazy and wanton expression that made her look even more romantic.

I thought that this kind of beauty should only belong to the gods in the sky, but only after I saw it today did I realize that there are such people in the world.

"You guys are turtles today? So slow."

The thin lips parted slightly, and the slightly funny and impatient words came out.

Everyone immediately woke up from the arrogant tone, looked at the source of the voice and cursed themselves for being dizzy.

Who!Say!picture!god!Fairy!
This is clearly still that dandy!
Standing posture, do nothing!

The tone of speech, arrogant and conceited!

Where is the smell of fairy?Where!

Of course, these little people's thoughts will not be noticed by our son Rui who prides himself on being wise, martial and suave.

He was eager to end this farce and go back to have lunch with his mother and the old man now, jokingly, if he missed the meal, he would be nagged again.

It is true that it is true that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water, but he still hopes that his ears can be quieter.

Every time I think of the old man's various teachings, I feel a wave of irritability, so the secretly slandering prince automatically ignores the old man in his mouth with peace of mind. He is only in his forties, he is in the prime of life, and he is brave and powerful. As long as he hooks his fingers, there are still countless bees and butterflies. The flocking fact.

His thoughts lasted for a moment, and then he glanced at his own guards who were standing vigorously with bloody clothes, noses, bruises and faces, and the opposing guards who were well-dressed but rolling on the ground screaming without a trace of blood.

Eyebrows slightly frowned.His eyes stared at the guards standing in a row, from the first to the last, like a roll call.

"You, the wound is level, okay? This one is big! It's an inch long!"

"You! Why are you so poor at pretending to be so hard-faced? Next time, learn from others! Why don't you lie down? Why are you standing so straight?!"

"You, you are obviously about to die! You see that he is rolling on the ground with no injuries! Why don't you understand that you are not allowed to be brave!"

"you!……"

"So slow! Dementia? If you're so inefficient, I'll fire you."

The sons of Ruida threw heavy bombs one by one, and reprimanded them one by one. There was a bit of hatred between the lines, and some inexplicable joy.

Rao Ruilin, the thick-skinned guard who had been with Ruiling for more than ten years, couldn't help but start laughing.I agreed in my heart, yes, the one-inch-long wound I injured during sword practice is really long; the key part that was lying down was kicked, right?Uh, it turns out that wrinkled clothes are about to die, isn't it?

Hearing Rui Ling lazily lecturing, the other party undoubtedly felt as if he was being slapped in the face, so naturally he refused to give up, and an angry shout came from the other side of the battle.

(End of this chapter)