She paused, "This palace has been fortunate to meet that Concubine Chu once, she is indeed a beautiful and beautiful person, a rare wonderful person, I am afraid that men all over the world will bow down under her pomegranate skirt." ”

"But everything has to have a degree, this palace knows that you have tasted it must be unforgettable, but ......"

The green tendons on King Qin's forehead jumped, obviously having endured to the limit.

He leaned against the head of the bed, his face as white as paper, and when he looked sideways, he was gloomy.

The cold air was exuding from all over the body.

The eldest princess shut up in amusement.

The other side

Chu Zhiyu held a bouquet of freshly picked flowers and walked briskly towards where the tyrant was.

She gently hooked the stems of the flowers hidden by the leaves with her bare hands, and her scarlet lips were raised.

There was a sparkle of animalistic ill-will in his eyes.

What bad intentions can the little fox demon have?

Chu Zhiyu had already imagined the scene when he tricked the tyrant into taking this bouquet and cut his finger by the thorns on the flower stem.

And she just had to bow her head nervously and concerningly.

You can suck and suck the blood.

The tyrant's body is full of treasures.

I don't care if it's useless, and it doesn't matter if I can't give it to her when I'm sick now.

She has a way to squeeze dry.

Look how sweet she is, all she needs is a few drops of tyrant's blood.

Her appetite soared, and she swallowed greedily, her beautiful eyes flashing with bloodlust.

Delicious King Qin......

"Smack-"

A fan suddenly fell in front of Chu Zhiyu, bringing her back to her senses.

Chu Zhiyu picked up the fan with a short body, this fan was beautifully made, and the fan bones were made of fine sandalwood, exuding an ancient fragrance.

Unfold the fan, and there are two big characters written on it.

- Escape.

The stamped seal is even more unusual, without a signature or nickname.

In one of the boxes is white space.

Lu Zhu tilted his head strangely, "It's really strange, there are still people who take the unfinished seal to pay?" You can't tell whose it is, huh? ”

"It turned out to be here."

The man in the moon-white robe appeared out of nowhere, and smiled annoyedly, "Sudden beauty, don't be surprised." ”

The demon of the next life, a pair of peach blossom eyes slightly bent, was watched by him as if he fell into a charm.

Chu Zhiyu held a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a fan in the other.

When he bumped into a foreign man, he turned sideways to avoid suspicion, but the side face that was exposed was perfect and exquisite, which made people's eyes linger.

Green Bamboo stepped forward, "See His Royal Highness the White King." ”

Chu Zhiyu seemed to realize this and greeted him gently.

"Bengong Chu Clan."

"It turned out to be Concubine Chu's mother, I have heard the name for a long time, and a poem on the Niangniang Festival is amazing, and this king still reads it today."

He was downright and generous, his eyes were staring at Chu Zhiyu, and his eyes were glowing when he said the verses.

He really put aside the world's harshness and prejudice against women, and praised and affirmed Chu Zhiyu's talent.

If it is an ordinary woman, her heart is already shaken at this moment.

But Chu Zhiyu lowered her head with ease, as if she was embarrassed, "His Royal Highness the White King has praised it falsely." ”

The snow-white face is lined with flowers in her arms.

Her face is no less beautiful than the flowers that bloom on this spring day.

Qin Ziqing's eyes instantly became hot.

Chu Zhiyu's gaze swept over his lean waist and plump and slender thighs, presumably his waist strength must be very good.

"Since the owner has been found, this fan will be returned to its original owner."

She gently handed it out with her hand holding the fan.

Fingertips glow with a hint of powder.

Qin Ziqing did not trespass from beginning to end, he bowed his head gratefully and stretched out his hand to pick it up.

Where the palace maid didn't see it, the little finger inadvertently brushed Chu Zhiyu's wrist.

Like an electric current, Chu Zhiyu sensitively withdrew her hand, she glanced at Qin Ziqing, "Luzhu, go, this palace still has to offer flowers to Your Majesty." ”