Nanqin You, who was on the side, was a little unhappy when he saw Helan Wei's showmanship.

I really didn't expect that this sixth princess really had some skills. It was she who was careless.

"Princess Nanyue, I have a lot of emperors, all of them are heroic. I don't know which of the princes in this hall do you like more? ”

Wen Cheng turned his head and looked at Princess Nanyue. The focus has been on Helan Wei, and this Nanyue princess is afraid that she is a little unhappy now.

Although Nanyue is a small country, it is not worth mentioning, but Dongsheng's great power temperament still needs to be paid attention to. Even if Princess Nanyue was rude first, Wen Cheng's side couldn't lose her strength.

Hearing this, Nanqin adjusted her mood, she took a step forward, her red lips hooked slightly, "The emperor thinks...... Which prince is more suitable for Kotoyu? ”

"Haha," Wen Cheng smiled brightly, "These princes, although they are all good men, most of them have wives and concubines. There are only the seven emperors of me, and the nine emperors have not yet married, I don't know what the princess thinks? ”

Wen Hexuan heard Wen Cheng mention himself, and his face was nervous. He turned his face away childishly and didn't look at Nanqin You.

Seeing this, Nanqin Yu sneered and did not speak.

"After talking for a long time, which one is the Seventh Prince?"

Helan heard this, poked Wen Qingyun, and asked in a low voice.

Wen Qingyun glanced at her and said, "Opposite you, the man in the white robe is Lao Qi." ”

"White Robe ......"

Helan thought in fragments in his mouth, and looked to the other side to search for this so-called Seventh Prince.

I saw on the opposite side, a sick and beautiful man dressed in white, sitting there without any sense of existence.

Although he looked sickly, it did not affect his beauty at all. A pair of peach blossom eyes are more obvious because of long-term fatigue and disease. A pair of thin lips are slightly red, but with a bit of sickly white, like modern lip biting makeup.

He is the Seventh Prince, Wen Yuzhi.

It was the first time Helan Wei admired someone so much, and couldn't help but sigh, "Amazing!" He is so handsome, how did he manage to have no sense of existence? I've been in for so long and haven't even noticed him. Is this a constitution with a low sense of innate existence? ”

Wen Qingyun frowned slightly when he heard this, and he looked at He Lanwei with glowing eyes with a dissatisfied expression, "You just said, Old Seven, handsome?" ”

"Yes, handsome! Don't you think he's handsome? ”

Helan took it without thinking about it, but as soon as the words came out, she felt the air around her cool down in an instant. She suddenly had a very bad premonition.

Sure enough, as soon as she turned her head, she saw Wen Qingyun's lifeless handsome face, a pair of fox eyes squinting dangerously.

"I don't know in the heart of the concubine, this king and the seventh brother, where, one, more, handsome?"

Helan was frightened when she heard this. Good guy, where is this inquiry, look at his gnashing teeth, this is simply coercion and temptation!

Helan smiled flatteringly, hurriedly peeled an orange and handed it to Wen Qingyun, "What did you say, Lord Wang!" How can the Seventh Prince catch up with you? You are so popular that you love flowers and flowers, and you drive a car with a flat tire, every time your concubine sees you, she wants to give you a poem from the bottom of her heart! ”

"What kind of poem?" Wen Qingyun raised her good-looking eyebrows.

"Ahem...... This man should only be in heaven and race over the world...... Jacky! ”

Jacky Cheung, Jacky Cheung, I was wrong! I just think, you're pretty ...... It's quite rhyming.

When Wen Qingyun heard this, his face softened a little, but when he heard the words "Jacky Cheung", his slender eyes narrowed again, "Jacky Cheung...... Which wild man is it again? ”