Chapter 3 Chapter 3 frivolity
At this moment, Li Si was quiet for a while, but he couldn't bear it anymore, and leaned in and asked, "My lord, what do you see?" β
The long knuckled fingers directly picked up a piece of tea cake from the store and stuffed it into the big mouth.
"Hmm!"
The cake choked people, and it was not easy to swallow it, Li Si was just about to drink saliva slowly, but he saw the person next to him suddenly rush out.
"My lordβ"
"Guest officer, twenty wen." The man quickly stretched out his arm to stop him, and at the same time cast a reproachful look.
"......" is hateful, why don't you have a long memory every time.
The convoy was speeding through the wind.
In order to prevent the grass from startling the snake, Duan Chuiwen did not play the letter flute, but only left some marks along the way.
The three carriages reached the outskirts of the city and headed in different directions.
He landed lightly at the fork, bent his knees to observe the whiskers, and flew towards the deeper path of the wheel.
The navy blue curtain was tightly covered, and it was as quiet as an empty car.
After a bump, the body shook slightly.
The coachman was so attentive that he didn't care.
At this time, Duan Chuiwen had already gotten into the car.
He stepped on the wooden wheel with one foot, and with one hand on the roof of the car, he could see a dark shadow through the gap in the thick cloth.
I have a number in my heart.
He made a quick decision, and got into it with the momentum of covering his ears and thunder, first sweeping the hall's legs, and then a Taishan pressed the top, suppressing the other party fiercely under him.
The hand rises, the finger falls, and the dumb point is pointed.
The whole process was done in one go, but in the blink of an eye.
But after doing all this, Duan Chuiwen didn't feel excited, and his heart chuckled.
No, he remembers...... Zhao Qishui is a short and fat person.
And this person's physique is thin and slender, and the man's clothes are soft to the touch, as if they have no bones.
He didn't give up, touched two more handfuls, frowned, stretched out his arms, and brushed the curtain open.
The sun was shining in all at once.
A pair of phoenix eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling appeared in sight.
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Thinking of what Fang Cai had done, Lord Duan was rarely silent.
In a short moment, he seemed to have seen what a lively scene would be when the morning dawn tomorrow would be.
The princelings have impeached themselves in twice as many ways as usual.
Oh no, maybe twice as much.
"Offended."
He whispered and raised his hand to unlock the other's acupuncture points.
As soon as he stretched out his arms and was about to retreat to the side, the person below him suddenly turned against him like a loach and threw him to the floor.
Xiahou Zhi sat on top, a pair of slender and straight legs under the brocade robe tightly hooked Duan Chuiwen's waist, one hand pressed on his shoulder blade, and the other hand lingered around his neck.
The young man's fingers were slender and slender, and the jade ring between his fingers glowed with an emerald green glow, mixed with wisps of red, like the color dyed by blood, adding a bit of femininity and ruthlessness to it.
Duan Chuiwen's face was silent, and his heart had already turned a thousand times.
However, the other party's next move seriously surprised him.
I saw that the green fingertips went around the Adam's apple and went down, and the right palm was covered on the solid chest, and after kneading two handfuls, the corners of Yin's red lips hooked up a flirtatious smile.
"Lord Shaoqing's chest muscles are so strong and strong, I don't know how you usually practice?"
Duan Chuiwen's face darkened, and he barely suppressed the urge to break the other party's fingers, and faced the playful eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Xiaguan likes to study boxing on weekdays, and has a little private collection, if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is interested, he can send two boxing books to the East Palace another day for you to enjoy." β