"What you promised the king just now is to mend the king's clothes, and if you don't make up it well, then what the king promised you will also be null and void." A weird smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes looked straight at Jun Feiyan.

"Why?" Jun Feiyan shouted dissatisfiedly.

"Why, it's because you broke the king's clothes."

"Isn't it just a piece of clothing? As for this? Hmph, what a stingy Uncle of the Six Emperors. Jun Feiyan muttered in a low voice.

This sentence completely fell into his ears, and he squinted his eyes lazily, "What did you say?" ”

"Uh, ah, I said that the prince is very handsome, a little more handsome than the world's most beautiful man, Baili Mo. Hehe, really, Wang Ye Yushu is in the wind......" She opened her eyes and said nonsense, and as soon as she finished speaking, she playfully stuck out her tongue.

"Say more, be careful that this king cuts out your tongue." The beautiful phoenix eyes looked at him dangerously, and her cold tone made her tremble.

"......" Although her anger was still rising, she had to suppress the desire to beat him to death.

Jun Feiyan stood there, her head down, pondering something. Then something soft suddenly covered it, and the smell of green bamboo fragrance spread wantonly.

Her vision darkened, and her eyes burned with rage.

His hands clenched into fists, and he ripped off the clothes above his head. Crumple it up vigorously.

Uncle Six Emperors seemed to see her thoughts, "Take care of the king's clothes, otherwise ......" secretly with a faint warning, which made Jun Feiyan even more annoyed.

She had to obediently spread out her clothes, and then slowly smoothed out the folds on it little by little.

After the Sixth Emperor Uncle finished speaking, he turned around and left, the breeze blew, and a sentence gently lingered in her ears, "This king will take a bath, and the clothes will be mended quickly." ”

Jun Feiyan was instantly struck by lightning, and looked at the snow-white shirt with a big hole in the back in her hand in a daze.

The texture of the clothes was good, but after she looked at it for a long time, the big hole gradually turned black, and finally turned into a bottomless pit.

She looked around, but there was not a trace of a strip of white cloth, and she had no idea where it had flew.

Help, who told her how to mend this raged clothes.

The limbs became weaker and weaker, and the head began to slowly become groggy. The whole body seems to carry a thousand pounds of burden.

By this time, she had used up all her energy, and the fatigue of the past few days had exhausted her.

Her eyes gradually began to weaken, and slowly drooped, and she tried to open them several times, but finally closed them.

The will began to disappear, no, no, she couldn't sleep, there was only a short bath of time, how could she procrastinate.

However, this weak body was completely overloaded and could not do it.

The red garment made a perfect arc in the wind, and then poured gracefully into the sea of flowers.

I don't know how long it took, the apricot blossoms withered, spreading layer after layer on the ground, until the most palpit, only a faint red was left hidden in it.

Burgundy hair danced wildly, obscuring a small portion of the pale little face.

In the distance, a man in red came, and his pace was not in a hurry.

Those indifferent eyes looked up and glanced into the air.

The branches, full of apricot blossoms, are tightly clustered together. The snow-white stamens are fragrant with the wind, and the wisps are wisps, with a cold beauty.

In front of him, a woman suddenly appeared, dressed in white and with flying hair.

I couldn't see her eyebrows clearly, and I could only vaguely feel the cold and noble temperament.

If the immortal is not an immortal, he can't reach out his hand.

The fog in front of him dissipated, and a bloodthirsty figure appeared.

He slowly crouched down, reaching out to hook up her ravaged crumpled shirt and drape it over his shoulders.

Then, he stretched out his hand, neatly scooped her up, and confined her in his arms.

The pale little face was lifeless, there was still a little blood on the cheeks, the curled and slender eyebrows hung down quietly, and the pink lips lost a bloody color, but they were still tempting and delicious.

At the moment, she is very quiet, like a child, lovable.

In fact, the way she is asleep is cuter than the arrogant and domineering appearance on weekdays. Uncle Six Emperor secretly thought.

Her slender fingers brushed the shredded petals from her hair, and gently smoothed through her wind-blown hair.

Stand up and go with the sun.

Sunlight slanted through the open window and into the room.

Jun Feiyan only felt much better, and her dizzy head was much clearer at the moment.

The gentle wind blows in, with a faint scent of plum blossoms.

The closed eyes slowly opened, and the destination was an antique room. The furnishings are not luxurious, but they are simple and elegant.

Plain white barriers, mahogany furniture, sandalwood incense, and a faint haze surround the room.

The soothing scent comes to your nose.

The tiny beads glowing with warmth and light crumble with the wind, and the sound is crisp and moving.

Looking at it, Jun Feiyan couldn't help but be stunned, wasn't she on a mountain full of apricot blossoms? Why, it's going to come here.

The search continued, from far to far, and then, after lifting the quilt, frantically rummaging.

No, or no, where did it go? She was so anxious that she threw the jade pillow with one hand and burrowed into the blanket to look for it.

Eventually, he sat down on the ground with his bright eyes dim.

The next moment, he fell to the ground with a "poof", his head to the ground and his limbs to the sky.

The screams of pain choked in his throat, and he covered the big red bag above his head with grief. Roll over and get up.

A maid rushed in, brushed away the broken jade, and arrived in front of Jun Feiyan.

picked up Jun Feiyan, who fell to the ground, "Girl, you're fine." ”

Jun Feiyan was embarrassed for a moment, and hurriedly responded, "It's okay, it's okay." She didn't want to tell the maid about her falling out of bed, and she didn't laugh off her big teeth.

"Girl, why did you get out of bed? Still making such a loud noise? The slave and maid were in a hurry, so they came in. Slaves are damned. As she spoke, she lowered her head as if she was going to slap herself.

"Damn, no. Have you ever seen a white garment on my body? As soon as I woke up, I couldn't find it. ”

It's all the stingy Uncle Six Emperors, and her clothes are torn, so she has to make up for it.

She can't do it, he still has to wear torn clothes.

"The slave doesn't know."

Jun Feiyan sat on the bed, looking around, and suddenly, her stomach gurgled out of nothing.

Jun Feiyan's jade-white face turned red, and she cast a longing glance at the maid.

It's not that she's embarrassed, but she's afraid that people will use her as a laughing stock.

"The girl will wait for a while, the slave and maid will go to fetch it immediately, the prince has arranged breakfast for the girl in advance, and he is waiting for the girl to enjoy." The maid said respectfully, "The slave has gone down." ”