Chasing the wind's eyes were slightly dark, and he looked at the manic Jun Mo Ran with a look of consternation.

"See what?" Jun Moran glanced coldly at the chasing wind that couldn't return to his mind for a long time, and his face became even more ugly.

"King, in general, damned women are usually not good-looking. Why don't your subordinates find you two gentle and watery women? ”

As soon as Chasing the Wind finished speaking, he noticed a bone-eating cold air penetrating through the collar.

He raised his head suddenly, and happened to have a trace of resentment in the deep ink staining of Shangjun, and a ten-percent murderous look in his angry eyes, and suddenly felt that it was difficult to swallow.

"Chasing the wind, how long have you been with this king?" Jun Mo Ran forced the green tendons that protruded and jumped at the corner of his forehead, his timbre was suddenly cold, and his voice was charming and magnetic.

Chasing Feng chuckled in his heart, knelt straight in front of Jun Mo Ran, and replied solemnly, "King Qiyu, the damned women in the capital are divided into two categories. One is the old and old woman, who is too mature to speak, but experienced. One is women who have been sick for a short time, who are too weak to get started, but they can often stimulate men's desire to protect. ”

"Shut up!"

Jun Moran was so angry that he was about to retreat to the couch to take a nap, when he suddenly realized that the couch had collapsed, so he hurried to the front of the case, and was engrossed in tracing the portrait of the woman.

Chasing the wind and keeping up again and again, he diligently dyed and studied the ink for Jun Mo, "Wang, this woman you painted looks very special. There is only a big mouth on the face, and the buttocks are as narrow as if they have been squeezed by the door. ”

The woman's mouth was so arrogant that she recognized the king as soon as she opened her mouth. You quickly take the portrait and search the whole city. Catch her no matter the cost! Jun Mo dyed the dark color with wide sleeves and light skirts, he naturally wouldn't tell Chasing Feng why he painted her hips so narrow.

"Yes."

Chasing the wind neatly took the portrait of the woman, but the doubts in his heart only increased.

At the beginning, chasing the wind was only because of Jun Mo's whim, and after recovering from a serious illness, he empathized with the woman who was dying, and loved him because of pity.

Now, Chasing Wind thinks that his original judgment is very wrong.

According to what he saw, Jun Mo must have had a not very good spring dream, dreaming that he was being slighted by a woman, which made him so annoyed that he lost his mind.

Thinking like this, a little joy suddenly appeared on the face of the chasing wind.

As soon as he came out of the Ink Dyeing Pavilion, Chasing Feng was ecstatic and tugged on the arm of the iron hand, and said in a low voice, "Let me tell you a secret, the prince of our family, he has finally grown up." ”

"Huh?" Iron Hand looked at Chasing Wind with a red face on an incredulous expression, "You have been touched?" ”

"Phew! Can't you hope I'm good? Chasing the wind pushed the iron hand, and then whispered to the iron hand with great interest, "The king had a spring dream, and the couch collapsed." Not only that, but the king also ordered the city to be sealed down, and I searched for the woman of my dreams overnight. ”

"Perhaps, not a spring dream."

After a moment of silence, Tie Shou said solemnly, "Before the half-burnt incense, a black shadow flashed in front of me. I wanted to catch up and investigate, but the shadow didn't seem to have any internal strength. I thought, maybe it was the lord of the county, so I didn't follow. ”

At the same time, Feng Wuwu, who was hidden behind the rockery in the west courtyard of the Ink Dyeing Pavilion, happened to hear what Chasing Feng said, and the alarm bell in his heart was loud.

She originally thought that Jun Mo would be in the way of face, and he would definitely settle things.

Unexpectedly, Jun Moran ordered the city to be closed and searched for her.

"Little blood vessels, don't deceive people too much!"

Feng Wuwu was anxious, and hurriedly escaped from the regent palace over the wall.

However, before her front foot touched the ground, her back foot was grabbed by a big hand, and she was in a dilemma.