"What is a romantic cell?"

Feng Qian smiled with crooked eyebrows: "It's just to praise you for your good character and good looks, and your whole body is an advantage!" ”

Li Detong's legs were weak and he almost fell.

This sycophant is also obvious, and there is no technical content, right?

If someone else dares to slap the emperor's ass so blatantly, they have to be scared to death by the emperor's cold eyes. But look, the emperor is clearly happy now!

Hey, Li Detong sighed, this is called the same life.

To Dongyang's surprise, the emperor was not angry because Feng Qian was hanging outside, and he didn't even persuade him to enter the house.

How did she know that Jun Moying had long felt that Feng Qian's body was not good and he had to be raised, but he couldn't stay in the house all day long, otherwise he would only get weaker and weaker. On a day like this, it's a little colder, but if you pay attention to the time, you can't come out.

"How long have you been out there?" Jun Moying asked, squeezing her little hand to feel the temperature.

"It didn't take long, I don't believe you asked Dongyang, I just came out." Feng Qian said, "You just let me stay outside for a while, I have been holding it in for the past two days, and I am so stuffy that I can almost lay eggs!" ”

The corners of Jun Moying's mouth twitched slightly, and he suddenly smiled inexplicably.

"Laying eggs?" He threw the hoe in Feng Qian's hand, rubbing her little hands, and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear, "I'm still a child, so I want to give birth to me?" ”

Groove ......

Uneducated!

She is not a hen, can laying eggs be the same as giving birth to a child? Haven't you heard of it?

Feng Qian's face was red with shame, and he punched him in the chest, and he saw that Li Detong and Dongyang behind him were dazed, shocked and frightened.

******

At night, the moonlight is cold and long, and the scattered stars do not shine brightly, and the dark sky is vast.

Fengming Palace, side hall.

A bean candle flame reflects the beautiful woman in front of the dressing table, adding a bit of hazy beauty to it.

At this moment, she is holding an eyebrow pencil in her hand, drawing her eyebrows in the mirror, and the smile at the corner of her mouth is absolutely moving, and she is glamorous in all directions. Every move is weak and lovely, and it is generous.

Just by tracing and tracing, the smile on that face became more and more eerie, first tense, then distorted, and a trace of resentment gradually glittered in the gentle eyes.

Suddenly, with a "bang", she smashed the bronze mirror on the dressing table in anger.

Lianxi bit her lower lip and clutched her wrist tightly.

After a long time, he slowly lifted the heavy sleeve robe of winter, revealing a piece of skin as smooth as jade, caressing inch by inch, and the expression on his face was similar to obsession.

She opened the sandalwood box on the dressing table, took out a white vial inside, and then pulled the "skin" on her wrist with trembling hands.

With a final "hiss", the skin peeled off, revealing the skin that really belonged to her—the scars were sinuous and criss-crossed, like a terrible centipede crawling and devastated.

Recy closed her eyes, opened them halfway, poured the potion from the vial into her hand, and slowly spread it evenly with her fingertips.

During the whole process, she kept pursing her lips tightly, and her face was almost transparent.

After all the things in her hand were done, she finally couldn't help it again and smashed the vase, box, jewelry, and makeup box at hand......

Finally, he squatted down suddenly, buried his head in his knees, and cried out with a "wow". (Zilang)