A dress is transformed into a cardigan.

Wen Ren Xiaoyu's strength was too much, not only knocked Wen Ren down, but also fell a dog and ate. The delicate makeup is stained with mud.

Wen Renqian didn't have the strength to resist, but she didn't expect her to use so much strength, frowned, and just wanted to stand still......

At the last moment!

She was suddenly held up by an embrace.

A faint and crisp aroma lingers on the nose, as if there is nothing in it.

The whole garden suddenly fell silent.

It was so silent that it seemed like a needle had dropped and it could be heard clearly.

In the absolute silence, only a mellow voice with a very good voice whispered in the ear......

"How long are you going to lean?"

The voice was seven points lazy, three parts evil, but it was terrifyingly faint, as if everything in heaven and earth was nothing but ants in his eyes, and he was a god looking down on all things.

Wen Ren stood up calmly and flicked the dust that did not exist on his body.

It was then, like everyone else, that I saw the appearance of the owner of the voice.

He was dressed in dark clothes. Black hair and white skin, eyebrows and eyes are light, and they are already like clouds of ink. The lines on the face are flawless in every inch of the face.

The eyes are like an abyss, and there seem to be secrets brewing in the endlessness that outsiders don't know.

There is a cold demeanor all over the body.

The pure black coat is wide and wide-sleeved, and the cut is perfect.

A sinuous dragon embroidered with gold thread, fangs and claws, pretentious, covered the left sleeve.

It's incomparably precious!

His appearance made all the nobles who had just appeared lose their color.

The peerless delicacy in the entire garden could not compare to the elegance of his frowns!

"Lang Yan is unique, and he is unique in the world." The ancient poems I learned when I was a child suddenly appeared in front of the eyes of thousands of people, I am afraid that only this sentence can be worthy of the person in front of me.

"Why did the Seventh Highness appear, let's wait."

Pei Yuange's laughter broke the silence.

The garden was filled with sounds of surprise and fright.

This man turned out to be His Royal Highness the Seventh, a hundred miles of sleep!

Everyone knows that when he was a teenager, he single-handedly challenged the sixteen major sects of the rivers and lakes with one sword and one sword, strangled demons in the wilderness, and drove like a god on the battlefield!

As long as he goes, he is invincible and invincible!

Plus a natural peerless look......

From the court to the people of the rivers and lakes, almost all of them worship him like a god.

Wenren Xuexi looked at the figure of his longing in despair, completely forgetting to see if his plan was realized.

"His Highness Xie Qi."

Qianjue bowed his head lightly, and his voice was neither humble nor arrogant.

She could have stood still, but she was inexplicably held up by this person. This time, you don't have to look up to feel those jealous eyes.

It's not that I'm afraid of these people, I just feel troublesome.

As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of thieves, you are afraid of thieves, and among these ladies in the garden, which one is a fuel-efficient lamp?

The departing dark figure paused slightly.

Listening to this, this woman is not grateful that she saved her, and she is still a little unhappy?

Scold.

I almost forgot. She has the ability to overlord the bow, how could she really fall.

"Hmm." Responding casually, Baili waited for a long time and calmly walked to his position and sat down. took the teacup handed by the person next to him, and his abyss-like eyes were filled with a sense of playfulness.

Feel the jealousy of all eyes, woman, our war has just begun.

Wen Ren Xiaoyu wiped his face and stood up, just in time to see Wen Ren's back, the dress left completely from the middle, ethereal on both sides.

Immediately pointed at Wen Ren Qianjue and shouted: "Oh, sister, why are you so indecent, you actually took off your clothes and stood in public!" ”

His eyes were once again focused on Wen Qianji's body.

Just now, I only heard that her clothes were torn, and when the Seventh Highness appeared, she only cared about looking at the Seventh Highness, and no one paid attention to the clothes that were so unique.

At a glance at the moment.

Her original rouge dress was broken vertically from the middle, neatly and neatly, as if it should have been like this in the first place.

But!

Wen Renxuexi's eyes widened suddenly, and he clenched the Jinpa in his hand!

She wore a concubine-colored shirt inside, with a rouge-colored dress outside, which happened to be a gradient feeling of the same color, and on the black hair without any embellishment, a wooden hairpin suppressed the beauty of the whole body.

Not only does it not look frivolous, but it has a lot of flavor.

Wen Ren gave her a meaningful smile in the air, and then turned his eyes to Wen Ren Xiaoyu and said: "Sister thinks too much, if you have this time, you might as well wipe your face." ”

Mrs. Ouyang stood far away and took in this scene in its entirety.

Gentle and generous lips, a meaningful smile filled.

Everyone said that the third lady of Wenrenfu was a waste and a nymphomaniac.

But today, it seems that the rumors have a big error.