Seeing the second prince fleeing in a hurry while bleeding from his nose, Zhao Gong and Xiaomei came over curiously: "Your Majesty, what did you show the second prince?" It's so embarrassing. ”

Feng Wei's mouth is definitely the largest arc, if there are no ears to block it, it will definitely be grinning to the back of the head.

How difficult it is to find an idol in another world. And this one seems to be good-looking, it looks like Sven's, but the target is a strong royal brother who is a little taller than him!

I have to say that she admires Motohiko's strong decision a little. Risking the risk of being counterattacked at all times, this spirit is worthy of praise, Feng Wei touched her chin, thinking about whether she should draw a few more pictures and send him over?

Zhao Gong looked at the calculating light in Feng Wei's eyes, and he pulled Xiaomei who was still talking with interest, and it was like a wolf to get up at this time.

The main city of Rouran, in the palace of the second prince.

"But he called Motohiko out." The man on the main seat who exuded cold air was Yuan Luo.

After he hurriedly went back to recover his life, he came to Motohiko's house, but he didn't expect to disappear with him? This is the nth time he has spoken, and each time it is colder and colder.

The servants kneeling in front of him trembled, and every time Yuan Luo spoke, they had to tremble and go around the mansion looking for the figure of the Second Highness, and then they turned back again in disappointment and knelt in front of Yuan Luo to return, this time too.

"Huh... Your Highness, II... Second Highness... Still... I haven't been home yet..."

"Wow", Yuan Luo couldn't bear it anymore, he needed to vent! Even if he killed all of Motohiko's mansion, it would not be enough to calm his anger.

Just as the slender sword was about to stab into their necks under the frightened eyes of the slaves, Motohiko's voice rang out leisurely, and it sounded like heaven in the ears of the slaves!

"Brother Huang, what are you doing?"

The long sword that stabbed at the slaves suddenly changed its original trajectory and stabbed straight at Motohiko outside the door.

The form is not right, Motohiko turned around and ran. Although his strength is on par with Yuan Luo, but Yuan Luo is in a desperate state at the moment, so if he fights with Yuan Luo, he will have to work hard to save his life, but how can he be willing to fight hard with Yuan Luo, so the only way is to run away.

So such a scene was staged in the Second Prince's Mansion, one chased and ran, one chased and was full of anger, and the other ran screaming. Sometimes the mountains are chopped and the stones are broken, and sometimes the grass and trees are flying... The slaves were far away, and they didn't dare to come forward to make a fuss.

"Ahh Brother Huang, that's my favorite bonsai. Don't..."

"No, no, that's my favorite stone, and I found someone to carve it for a long time..."

"Those are the treasures I have collected..."

"This is my beloved flower..."

"Brother Huang, the fish in the pond are innocent..."

“……”

Not to mention the chickens and dogs jumping here, Feng Wei found a problem there. When she went to find Murong Che, she was closed!

Anger! Who gave him the guts to dare to let her eat behind closed doors?

"Murong Che, come out to Aunt Ben quickly, haven't you already promised them to make peace? The agreement hasn't been signed yet, so we have to discuss how to deal with the law. ”

“……”

Feng Wei closed his eyes and took a deep breath and looked at the door god: "Murong Zixian, get out of the way." ”

Murong Zixian's eyes were full of pride at this time. Sure enough, as long as his imperial brother sees Feng Wei's lustful nature, his imperial brother will definitely not like Feng Wei.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty Dayong, the imperial brother has already rested, he can't be disturbed, you can do whatever you want." Murong Zixian waved his hand, his heart was full of joy, it was really feng shui in turn, and now he finally had the opportunity to catch the phoenix.

Feng Wei stood in place, thought for a while, and then turned around and left, without a wisp of breeze... No nostalgic! What's the matter with her? She's just here to join in the fun.

Now that she has found an idol, her biggest pleasure now is to help her idol catch up with a man, so she has no time to hover with this tsundere man. As for the intrigue on Dayong's side, she had already abandoned it in Java.

Murong Zixian was stunned for a moment, he thought that Feng Wei would persistently see his imperial brother. Just gone? He's still thinking about a few more times.

Inside the tent, Murong Che, who didn't hear Feng Wei's voice anymore, finally got up and came outside the tent, opened the tent curtain, and saw that Murong Zixian was the only one there, he frowned and asked, "What about Feng Wei?" ”

"She's gone, and the royal brother wants to see her?" The smile in Murong Zixian's eyebrows disappeared suddenly, don't be what he thought in his heart...

"Hmph, who wants to see her!" With a cold snort, he walked back into the tent.

"Whew" It's not good, isn't it, Murong Zixian raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead, it really scared him, he really didn't like Feng Wei's woman, just not gentle and considerate, just so domineering, strong, but still so lustful, who would like such a watery Yang Hua woman.

Murong Che opened the book, read it for a while, and didn't have the heart to read it, so he flipped the map out again, just looked at the dense landmarks on the map, only felt upset, and threw the map aside. I prepared a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and planned to write a few words, but I just ......

After a while, a vivid Feng Wei jumped on the paper. Although it is only an ink painting, Feng Wei in the painting, with crooked eyebrows and eyes, eyes like water, as if she can speak, well-behaved and quirky, and the wide phoenix robe can hardly hide her enchanting figure.

I unconsciously remembered the scene where Feng Wei took the initiative to hook up with Yuan Yan's shoulder in the main tent, and the anger suppressed in my heart was even stronger, and I was about to tear the painting off when I reached out to touch the paper, and when my fingertips touched the paper, I held back it vividly, carefully sandwiched the painting in the book, and then took a few more books and pressed it on it, so I gave up.

Outside, the slogan of the majestic mountains and rivers of the Great Yongjun sounded again, Murong Che got up and came to the outside of the tent, looked at the rumbling and migrating Dayong army with frost on his face, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Let's go too!" ”

Murong Zixian, who was standing next to him, subconsciously asked, "What?" ”

"Hmph, I haven't enjoyed the country I have worked so hard to build, how can I let the Dayong army camp first? Let's keep up. After speaking, he no longer paid attention to the stunned Murong Zixian and entered the tent.

After walking for more than an hour, Feng Wei saw the edge of the desert. Seeing the green at the end, her mood also improved a lot. Because it is sitting on the open-air tutorial, it is relatively high, and it is also farther to see, and you can see some herdsmen from a distance... Yurt? It doesn't look like it, but it looks like a round thatched house made of hay?