The woman sitting on the edge of the bed raised her head timidly, tears still stained on her face.

She took off her shoes and lay on the bed, and then she spoke: "Don't dare to ask the prince......

Feng Hongyin reacted at this time, because she just said such a sentence, she thought that she was asking her to take the initiative to lie on the bed and let him ask for it.

Feng Hongyin didn't look at her again, just stiffened his body, and his words were cold: "This king doesn't mean that to you, you rest, this king will ......"

[Ding task release: **One night, full of joy. 】

Feng Hongyin: [......]

What the the hell did the author write this!

White deer, huh?!

Wait, wait for him to complete the task, this damn system is not on his body, he won't be Prince Zhu if he doesn't skin this white deer!!

After hearing his words, the woman lying on the bed opened her eyes, as if she couldn't believe it, but she had the rest of her life.

She sat up around the quilt, bowed slightly on the bed, and said softly: "Thank you Wangye, Wangye go slowly." ”

Feng Hongyin's face turned pale by another point.

He was silent for a moment, then turned his half-turned body back again.

The people on the boat had doubts in their eyes, as if they were asking him what had happened, what was wrong, and whether he was going to regret it.

Feng Hongyin didn't squint or look at her, walked to the small table in front of the window and sat down, and then took the book on the table and read it, just like in his own home, as if there was no one else in the room at all.

The suspicious gaze of the woman on the bed almost pierced him out of the hole.

"Lord Wang?"

Feng Hongyin didn't turn his head, he turned the book in his hand, as if he was fascinated.

Unable to hear his answer, and with his strange words from before, she finally lay back on the bed again.

After a while, she breathed evenly, and finally fell asleep.

Feng Hongyin breathed a sigh of relief.

**One night, this "one night" is easy to do, how to count it as a full account of joy?

Feng Hongyin frowned and thought about it for a long time, and finally came up with a solution.

It's just that this solution will have to wait until the night has passed.

Thinking like this, Feng Hongyin leisurely put his eyes on the book in his hand.

I'm going to have to sit here all night, so I'm going to have to find something to do.

At this glance, his figure froze again.

"Female Virtue" ......

Are the prostitutes in the Qinglou so highly qualified now? It depends on the virtue of women???

Feng Hongyin put aside "Female Virtue" as if he had received a hot potato.

This woman is brand new, and it can be seen that the master has not turned it over a few times.

There were not many books on the table, so Feng Hongyin picked up another one casually.

This book is an analysis of the poems of the previous dynasty, but it is somewhat interesting.

And there are occasional small block letters on the poems, which are probably written by the man in bed.

Feng Hongyin flipped through a few pages, and then became fascinated.

Nothing was said all night.

When the sky cleared in the morning, Feng Hongyin, who had been sitting at the desk all night, stood up and stretched.

The man in the bed had not yet woken up, and he closed the book and found that his task was still not completed.

He thought something was wrong with the joy, so he went to the window and woke up the man on the bed.

The girl who was sleeping soundly was woken up in a daze, and her long eyelids trembled, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes.

Feng Hongyin pushed her hand and paused, and then saw that she was a little sober, and then said, "Laugh." ”