Love in Xuancheng

The emperor had only ten summoning orders in his hand, that is, if the summoning orders were issued, he could only appoint the next wave of people after the former bearer came back.

Everything has a contingency. If the bearer dies in a different world, the calling order will automatically return to the issuing emperor.

Let's talk about using 'enough money' to wear the edge face. How much does it cost?

For example, if a penniless poor gets the money, he can be promoted directly to a prominent family.

So, you say, what do people with enough money do when they have nothing to do? Who is so full that he doesn't want to be a rich man and enjoy life with so much money, but he runs to the mole ant pile that he disdains to mention in his heart?

It's totally illogical! Right?

However, this kind of idle, abnormal, moldy brain circuit and wandering outside logic can't say absolutely not. As the old saying goes, there are all kinds of birds when the forest is big. But there are very few such birds.

It is estimated that only those Millennium famous families or ancient hidden families can afford one or two. However, the probability of the best offspring in this family is indeed many times higher than that of ordinary families.

Except for Feng moye, a rare and wonderful variety that has been around for millions of years. There are not ten thousand but eight thousand people he brought!

Even his emperor father didn't do so much. Otherwise, I would have caught him back. How can I let him stay in the lower boundary until now!

"Does the princess want to see?"

The soft, hoarse and enchanting voice suddenly sounded in her ears, and the warm breath sprayed on her ears. Shen Xingyue couldn't help trembling, and her thoughts floating to the sky were pulled back in an instant.

Feng moye deliberately biased her, so he cut off the topic. He didn't want her to be bothered by the trivial things of Youji early.

Shen Xingyue caught a hint of urging in Feng moye's tone and hurriedly asked, "what's the matter with you?"

In the face of such temptation, Shen Xingyue can still keep his reason. Shen Xingyue couldn't help but praise himself.

"Well, if the king doesn't enter the palace again, it will be a mess!"

The lazy voice is full of helplessness and deep affection.

Shen Xingyue was silent for a moment and asked, "how many days?"

She doesn't give up. She has to leave before she has a good warmth. It's strange if she can give up! No matter what the situation is, even in front of love, Shen Xingyue has her own pride, and she should absolutely keep the bottom line and dignity.

No retention! Don't beg! You can't run away, not you. It's futile to tie it to your body.

"Seven days!"

Feng moye responded concisely, but the taste in his heart was a little messy. After a pause, he said, "don't wait for the king. I'm afraid I can't get away these seven days."

Although I can guess how she will answer, I still hope she can stick around and say something to stay.

"I see. No matter how busy you are, you should pay attention to your body. Go!"

As he spoke, he turned slowly and gently pulled up the robe that Feng moye had just faded and took care of it layer by layer.

This is the first time she helped Feng moye change clothes.

Although I only pulled up half of my clothes, it took a lot of effort.

Feng moye just stood quietly and looked at the woman she loved wholeheartedly engraved on the tip of her heart. At this time, she was carefully helping herself tidy up her clothes.