Nan Batian on the side smiled a little obscene and trivial, and joked: "The two of you are so bad at punching, you drink too much, be careful of drinking, after, messy, and sexuality",

Qianqian gave a cold eye, and Nan Batian was immediately silenced,

Depend on! Qianqian won't let herself make such a stupid mistake, so every time Qianqian gets a little dizzy, she starts to think of a way to rely on wine.

Qianqian became strong, and the other three didn't dare to mess around, everyone knew that now Qianqian was a big celebrity in front of the Seventh Prince, Nangong Jing's gold medal military division, Nangong Jing was stingy and short-sighted, so no one dared to provoke Qianqian,

Qianqian has a bad temper, and she was completely forced out by Nangong Jing, so everyone politely called her "Qianqian girl" in person, and called her "dominatrix" and "tigress" behind her back--

Not far away, the old and bustard twisted the old waist and walked over with a pungent smell of fat powder, Qianqian was most afraid of this pungent smell, Ben and Neng reached out to cover his nose, Nangong Jing looked at the old and bustard when he saw this, stretched out his hand to stop her, and scolded: "Don't move!" The thousands of people in this royal family can't smell the smell of cheap fat powder on your body, what's the matter, just stand there and say",

The old and bustard were stunned for a moment, looked at Qianqian angrily, and didn't dare to show it too obviously, and they actually had great contempt for Qianqian in their hearts: Cut, climb to the top, but you can also become a concubine in the Seventh Prince's Mansion, what kind of high pretend? Still can't smell the powder? It's just that once you were favored and loved by the prince, the prince protected you, and when the prince dislikes you, you are not as good as our purple and red girl!

The old man and the bustard retracted their gaze, looked at Nangong Jing with a flattering smile, and said, "Lord Wang, the delicate girl has been waiting for a long time--",

Hearing this, Nangong Jing's eyes bloomed with countless brilliance, and she said happily: "She is ready for everything this king has explained?" ”

The old man and the bustard nodded again and again, "Naturally, I don't dare to be a little slack."

Nangong Jing laughed loudly when he heard this, pulled Qianqian and said, "Let's go, go happily with this king",

The corners of Qianqian's mouth tugged, your sister, you go to find and have fun, and you have to take your aunt and grandmother to watch the battle?

But Nangong Jing didn't want Qianqian to accompany him, Qianqian could only follow hard, and he had already stabbed Nangong Jing again and again in his heart.

Qianqian insisted on refusing to enter the inner room, and Nangong Jing had to let her wait outside.

Qianqian heard the woman's coquettish voice from the inner room, and goosebumps fell to the ground,

"Lord, I hate it--"

Qianqian's bones were crispy, and he rubbed his arms, Emma, you should hurry up--

"Jiaojiao, you are so capable, this king really hurts you to death"

Qianqian resisted the urge to vomit, looked at the window on the side, thought about it, and closed the window, so as not to be unable to bear it for a while, lose your mind and find a short-sighted, it will be too much of a loss,

"Lord, do you really want the slave family to do this, it's so annoying" The woman's voice became more and more delicate and disgusted, dragging a long tail note, Qianqian really couldn't imagine what a lewd and lascivious picture it was, I really wanted to die--

"Aren't you ready for a long time? I like to see you draw circles--"

Qianqian almost couldn't hold back and wanted to rush in and strangle Nangong Jing, but it took a long time for her clenched fists to slowly loosen,

"Well, Lord Wang, you're so annoying, people can't draw circles--"

"It's okay, just draw a few more times, this king thinks, you draw very well",

Hey, I really couldn't listen to it anymore, Qianqian covered her ears and silently cursed the two of them in her heart: Draw a circle to kill you! Painting can't kill you, but also cripples you!

Qianqian deeply realized what it means to be "as good as a year", and urged over and over again in her heart: You guys should hurry up! As far as Nangong Jing's virtue is concerned, he should have finished painting a long time ago--