"Today, let Qing'er accompany me." He Jiayu smiled, put her arm around Qing'er's waist and began to walk upstairs.

As soon as she stepped on the stairs, He Jiayu thought of Bian Yan, turned around and smiled, and raised her eyebrows at her, "Bian Yan, aren't you leaving?" ”

Bian Yan glanced at her lightly, holding the sword in her hand, stepped straight up the stairs, and passed her step by step.

He Jiayu thought that Jiang Yu should go to the wing room they frequented, and hugged Qing'er all the way to that side.

Qing'er thought about the amazing-looking, noble and beautiful girl just now, and his heart was a little touched, and he couldn't help but ask He Jiayu.

"Miss He, the young lady who came with you just now, the slave family seems to be a little raw, is it Miss He's new friend?"

Hearing this, He Jiayu sneered.

She looked at Qing'er with some novelty on the side, "You really didn't recognize her as our Royal Highness?" ”

Why can't she see the changes in Her Highness one by one, but she can see it at a glance alone?

Qing'er looked at He Jiayu blankly, looking a little confused, and then came back to her senses, her eyes widened in shock, and she looked dumbfounded, as if she had heard something unbelievable.

Qing'er's voice murmured in a trance: "Just ...... That person just now was ...... Her Royal Highness? ”

He Jiayu smiled, but his expression was undeniable.

Come to the wing room that you often come to.

He Jiayu pushed open the door and went in, and sure enough, she saw that Jiang Yu was already sitting there leisurely, surrounded by warblers and swallows, massaging and rubbing shoulders, feeding wine and fruit cakes, and beauties dancing, so comfortable.

The girl wore a long scarlet skirt with a long spike palace silk with colorful silk and white jade knots pinned to her waist. The neckline has long been loosely opened, the snow-white long neck skin is fair and delicate, like white jade, the delicate collarbone is straight and beautiful, the lines are smooth and graceful, the arc is soft, faint, and it makes people infinitely reverie.

A few strands of long black hair fell down, brushing her collarbone, seductive silently, the slender waist was full of hand, the lines were graceful, and the folds of the skirt flowed like snow and moonlight pouring to the ground, lazy.

She leaned aside, her bewitching peach blossom eyes squinted lazily, and her gaze casually fell on the beauty in front of her who was twisting her waist and dancing.

It is indeed pleasing to the eye.

Jiang Yu gently hooked her red lips, raised her hand, and took the wine glass handed by Xiao Qi with her snow-white fingertips.

The mouth of the cup was against the girl's delicate red lips, and the clear wine moistened the girl's lips, making it appear more and more red, and the little ones around her had a dry mouth for a while, and they swallowed saliva unconsciously.

They had been in Chunyang Pavilion for a long time, but they had never seen such a good-looking and beautiful woman.

Most of the women in Taifeng Kingdom are tall and burly, and their appearance is not ugly, but can only be said to be ordinary. But the girl's eyes in front of her are pearlescent, full of charming style, lazy beauty and incomprehensible things.

But unlike these little girls, although the girl in front of her is extremely beautiful and does things very lazy and casual, she is noble and beautiful in her gestures, which is completely different from the ordinary women who come to Chunyang Pavilion to have fun.

The little ones were all looking at it, and they really couldn't help it, and someone leaned over and put it on Jiang Yu's body ambiguously, and then rubbed it, trying to stir up the fire.

Xiao Ya's round eyes seem to be pure and clean, he looks a few years younger than Jiang Yu, but his body has developed into a basic prototype, and there is a sense of youthful temptation.

(End of chapter)