Love in Xuancheng

The maids, craftsmen, tailors and embroiderers in the house couldn't close their mouths one by one, and their eyes were stone carving. Is this the royal highness of the king of Jin who is said not to be close to strangers, cruel and cruel, profound cultivation, no sentient beings in his eyes and no joy on his face? Are you hallucinating?

Feng moye seemed to be aware of the difference, and his tone was not good: "get out!"

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish. Feng moye turned sideways and sat gently beside the bed. A pair of burning peach eyes filled with tenderness and looked at Shen Xingyue with a pair of delicate jade hands.

The people who rushed out with their lives patted their little hearts in fear and said in a secret way: sure enough, it's still the rumored royal highness of Jin, that's right! Scared to death! Fortunately, I run fast!

"The king promised, princess, when will you cover it? Is it difficult that the princess is observing premarital etiquette? I'm afraid the king won't see you after marriage?" Feng moye raised his eyebrows to excite the general.

"Eleven cheap, you narcissistic maniac, get out of here and disappear immediately!" Shen Xingyue only felt that she was furious and rushed to the sky, jumped up suddenly and scolded at Feng moye. Almost everyone in the light and dark was scared to death, including Shen Xingyue himself.

How can you be impulsive and reckless towards that cold-blooded and cruel pervert who regards human life as grass? The rhythm of death, me? This temper is really killing me!

"Eleven cheap? Who is it?" Feng moye was not angry for the first time, but asked blankly, like a white, lovely, natural and harmless curious baby.

"Guess!" Shen Xingyue secretly glanced at Mo ye and sat down slowly and timidly. Secretly rejoice in my heart: not angry? Fortunately, I'm not angry! Or you'll be frozen into a popsicle again.

"Is it the king?" Feng moye picked his eyebrows and quietly stared at Shen Xingyue's eyes.

Shen Xingyue rubbed her palm, her eyes twinkled, and she didn't dare to look at the wind. She smiled twice and said, "ha ha - how can it be the wise and powerful Royal Highness of the king of Jin? I'm talking about the dark Wei, dark Wei dialed by my father!"

"Which Ji ?? n?" Feng moye ignored Shen Xingyue's perfunctory play. It was more like he didn't hear it. He continued to ask seriously.

"Of course, it's the sword of the sword!" isn't that weird? Shen Xingyue is surprised!

"Is moye a sword?" Feng moye turned to the window lattice and asked leisurely. It was not like asking, but more like stating the facts.

"How do you know?" Shen Xingyue asked, staring at Feng moye like a ghost. How did this come to mind? Is it the legendary wisdom like a demon or a mind reader? Or do generals and Mo Ye really exist?

"Yes!" Feng moye bowed his head and turned the Yan red finger on his thumb.

"What's good?" Shen Xingyue Muran. Where is this and where? Did you chat with your heart? Or didn't you listen to me at all?

"Guess!" then he got up and stood by the window with his back to his hand.

Yes! Dig your own pit and jump by yourself. It's too small! Learn now and use it now. Come back directly. You can! You're good! I won't accept the water and soil, so I'll obey you!

What exactly does "good" mean? A good nickname? How dare you give him a nickname? Moye, is the name of this sword good? Or did his father give him the word "Mo Xie"? What on earth is good? You have to make it clear! Shen Xingyue is going to scratch the wall and dig her lungs!

"In the future, only the princess can call the king like this!" his voice was light, not mixed with a little temper, and he was kind like the big brother next door.