Chapter 821: The Old Man Meets

He smiled: "What can be solved by a cleaning technique, why bother?" ”

Xiao Qingti: "......"

She looked at herself, and it was indeed cleaner than in the bath. But bathing is a pleasure, and how can it be compared to a cleansing technique?

And Feng Huiliuqing is a person who has always understood taste, why is he suddenly puzzled by the amorous now?

If it is another woman, after all, she has just gotten married, and she has only rolled the sheets once, and she should still have the shyness of a bride, even if she is snubbed by her husband, she is embarrassed to ask, and she swallows her doubts and endures her grievances.

But Xiao Qingti is a straightforward character, she doesn't like to beat around the bush when she speaks, and it is even more uncomfortable to hold something in her heart than to kill her.

What's more, she also felt that there was nothing to be embarrassed to ask about this kind of thing.

She glanced at Feng Huiliu and said with certainty, "You don't want to be intimate with me, do you?" What's going on? ”

Wind Returns: "......" He is such a straightforward lady!

He sighed softly: "I'll talk to you when I go back." ”

Xiao Qingti glanced at him again, okay, then go back and say hello again. She had a lot of other questions she wanted to ask him, and she would have to ask them all when the time came.

……

What a perverted tree!

Xiao Qingti stood on the top of a large tree one by one, looking at a large primeval forest not far away.

She never imagined that a big tree could spread into a forest, or a primeval forest that was so big that it was boundless.

The eyes are full of thick green, and the layers are connected to the sky, so that people can't see the beginning and the end. Everywhere the wind passed, the fragrance of plants and trees wafted, and the fresh air seemed to stretch all the lung lobes.

Xiao Qingti opened her arms, took a breath of fresh air, and looked down again.

The wind below was riding on Jin Yin's back, and he was also looking at the forest, and the princess of Dongmu Country, Dongfang Ruri, was acting as a guide, riding a green-haired lion and whispering to explain.

The corners of Xiao Qingti's lips are lightly hooked, and the time of a year is not long, but it is not short.

She has been married to Feng Huiliuyu for more than a year and has become the wife of the palace master of Jiuxiao Palace.

And this once extremely reckless Oriental princess's whole temperament has become a lot quieter. At this moment, she is riding on the back of a lion, with beautiful eyebrows, and she has a bit of a heart-warming posture.

A lot has happened this year.

For example, the monarch and the crown prince of Xijin Kingdom died violently overnight, and the throne fell on Luo Shuihan, who had been holding on to illness, and half a year ago Luo Shuihan married Xiling Che, the princess of Beishui Kingdom, and Xiling Che became the queen of Xijin Kingdom.

It is said that the emperor and queen are very affectionate, except for the court, the two of them sit and lie in one place, and I don't know how many young boys and girls who like to dream have died.

When Xiling Che and Luo Shuihan got married, Xiao Qingti naturally received an invitation, and she went to their wedding in her spare time and witnessed that beautiful moment in person.

I don't know if it's her delusion, she felt that Luo Shuihan seemed to be forcing a smile, and Xiling Che's pretty face was hidden under the big red hijab, and she couldn't see her expression, but seeing that she didn't fall to the ground and worshiped Luo Shuihan in one step, she must not be reluctant to get married......

Xiao Qingti also met an old acquaintance in the palace of Xijin Kingdom-Liuchuan Zichu.

Liuchuan Zichu has become the leader of the Imperial Forest Army of the Western Jin Kingdom, responsible for guarding the security of the entire imperial palace.

It's just that there were too many people at that time, and Liuchuan Zichu, as the leader of the Royal Forest Army, was naturally busy with his feet not touching the ground