It is adjacent to the Regent's Mansion in the east, and the Ink Dye Pavilion.

Jun Moran leaned on the couch, his dark and golden eyes with a bit of arrogance that looked at the world.

His narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and his gestures naturally revealed the domineering spirit of a natural king, arrogant, wild, and leading people to fall.

Ruthlessly and silently glanced at the silent Jun Mo Ran, and finally couldn't hold his breath, and asked softly, "Wang, why did you urgently summon Ruthless to come today?" ”

"How many days is it?"

There is a bit of tension in Jun Mo's low-alcohol timbre, which completely covers the innate laziness and casualness in his voice.

Even though, chasing the wind makes some sense.

He was still a little worried that it would be self-defeating and push Feng Wuwu farther and farther.

"It's the fifth watch."

Standing in front of Jun Moran mercilessly, she had been standing for an hour at this moment, only to feel that her legs were numb and uncomfortable.

She couldn't understand why Jun Mo Ran suddenly changed her temper and let her stay in the Ink Dye Pavilion for so long.

Before this, except for the maids in Jun Moran's bedroom, few women dared to enter.

"It's time for the little thing."

Jun Mo dye hooked his lips and smiled, his voice was magical and magnetic.

"King, can your subordinates step down?"

"Palm lamp."

Jun Moran suddenly got up and casually untied the golden silk spider stripe belt around his waist, causing the dark brocade robe to hang loosely on him.

The corners of his robes swept over his wide open neckline, obscuring the arrow wound on his chest.

He suddenly remembered that Feng Wuwu had affectionately called him "small blood vessels", so he deliberately opened his robe, so that the slightly convex blood vessels on his abdominal muscles were exposed in front of people.

Ruthlessly holding an oil lamp in one hand, he raised his eyes, but saw Jun Mo dyed lying on the couch in a variety of ways, and was so shocked that he almost ran away.

Jun Mo Ran, is this seducing her?

No, you can't!

Although she is willing to work hard for Jun Moran, she is not willing to be his woman.

She prefers a man who is as gentle as water, and she can't afford to be domineering and unreasonable like Jun Moran.

"Regent, let me go!"

Ruthlessly frightened, her face pale, and her legs trembled.

Jun Moran glanced coldly at the panicked ruthlessness, and his thin lips opened lightly, "Put the lamp down." Read it aloud as it is written. ”

"Oh."

Ruthlessly hurriedly put the oil lamp on the low table, tremblingly holding the book of words that Jun Moran asked her to read aloud.

This...!

ruthlessly only glanced at the unsightly pictures in the script, and his cheeks became red.

She looked at Jun Moran in embarrassment, "Wang, do you need your subordinates to find you a few women?" ”

"Read it."

Jun Moran didn't bother to explain the matter to ruthlessly, and said impatiently.

I can't do it ruthlessly, so I have to do it.

She cleared her throat and read aloud with a look of despair, "Ah, you are so bad. People are afraid ......"

Not long after, Feng Wuwu was on the head of the chicken nest and was surrounded by the two of Chasing Wind and Iron Hand into the Ink Dyeing Pavilion.

After a fuss last night, she only slept for more than an hour, and then she came to teach Chasing Wind to compose poetry.

"Alas, in this world, it's not easy to make money!"

Feng Wuwu sighed in a low voice, and inadvertently, he happened to catch a glimpse of two figures overlapping each other on the window.

She rubbed her eyes and asked in disbelief, "What's going on in the bedroom?" ”

"The king's subordinates dare not ask about it. I only know that Ruthless has been called into the inner room by the king for more than an hour. ”

At this moment, the ruthless voice also entered the ears with the autumn wind.