Mu Xiaokui is like a star in Ji Chen's sky at this time, at night, accompanied by the light all the way. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Now that the stars have fallen in Hangzhou, although it is not a taste in my heart, it is better than in Chang'an.

The only thing that worried him was what his sister said to Mu Xiaokui, which actually made Mu Xiaokui ruthlessly go to Hangzhou to find Jiulong Guanyin.

Now I have no time to care about anything else, so I have to wait for the wind to come.

Ji Chen pillows the slender thighs with red sleeves, smelling the familiar sweet fragrance, that is, he prides himself on being romantic, can smell the fragrance and recognize women, only from the lip print on Ji Chen's forehead, he can taste the peony green lotus hibiscus camellia in this lip fat, and Tang Qianqiu in spring, summer, autumn and winter can not taste the fragrance of this red sleeve.

At the beginning, Ji Chen sneered: "Hahaha, your dog's nose also has a bad time." ”

Red Sleeves didn't care about anything else, only peeled some chestnuts and put them lightly in His Highness's mouth.

When this red sleeve first appeared in Tianqu Pavilion, he brought Ji Chen a shocking news that the "Begonia Spring Sleep Picture" hanging in the room was stolen!

A bolt from the blue!

Ask the time again, it was about last night, Ji Chen thought about it carefully, except for the thief, there was no one else, this kid must have brought himself wine, bought roast chicken, and took "Begonia Spring Sleeping Picture" as a reward. But the "Begonia Spring Sleep Picture" is worth 10,000 gold, how can a roast chicken and a pot of wine be compared.

There was a pain in my heart, and the chestnuts in my mouth tasted bitter.

Ji Chen's teeth trembled, but after thinking about it, this thief Bai Yu still had to help him look at Tang Qianqiu, a kid, to prevent him from digging his corner, and his heart was relieved.

If it weren't for the fact that the emerald coral was too bulky, the kid would have moved it too.

Ji Chen asked, "Then Tan Qing, the Fusi of Beizhen, has he ever come to take care of the emerald coral every day?"

Red Sleeves nodded, and wondered: "The Beizhen Fusi is the commander of the Jinyi Guard, and he directly belongs to the Holy Lord, even a big official like the Third Duke sometimes tells him not to move." Why did His Highness say a word, and he obediently came to take care of the emerald coral every day?"

Ji Chen looked at the "Nine Dragons" hanging in the Tianqu Pavilion and was amazed, this Tianqu Pavilion is full of ink and ink, only this Nine Dragons Map is the most expressive: the clouds are steaming and the rain is flying, the sky is hanging down and the sea is standing, Teng Ji is arrogant, and the ghosts are sneaking.

Ji Chen said: "This emerald coral should have been his?"

Red Sleeves said: "How could it be?" His Royal Highness defeated him in front of everyone, and now the people in the palace are still talking about His Royal Highness's superb martial arts, and Red Sleeves has more face when he walks in the palace. ”

Ji Chen smiled and asked, "If I lose, you will have no face?"

Red Sleeves knew that he had said the wrong thing, and said with a red face: "Your Highness knows, Red Sleeves doesn't mean that." ”

Ji Chen waved his hand and didn't take it to heart: "If even I can't be defeated, don't be this Beizhen Fusi, every move of his fourteen potentials can break through my Qingfeng Sword Intent, even that image is vulnerable in front of his Sen Ran blood." ”

Tan Qing, the Fusi of Beizhen, is a killing technique, his breath is restrained, and his image is only in the knife, and his profound background is suffocating.

In this world, you don't have to cut out a huge heaven and earth with a sword, the sun and the moon rise together to be called a peerless master, such as the West Gate blowing snow, a sword from the west, flying immortals outside the sky, only a flying rainbow, you can break all the laws, standing on the top of the Forbidden City.

Tan Qing is such a character, if it weren't for the face of the Holy Hundred Officials and the identity of Ji Chen's Nine Emperor Princes, his quick knife would have been able to take Ji Chen's head before Ji Chen drew his sword.

Ji Chen touched his head, and by the way, he touched the red-sleeved slender thigh, and he was still unfinished: "Who in this world can accept this good head of His Royal Highness." ”

The ancients said that this Chen Rongshan painted the dragon, got the meaning of change, splashed ink into clouds, puffed water into fog, drunk and yelled, took off the ink, smeared it with his hands, and then made it with a pen, or the whole, or an arm and a song, vague and indescribable, had been inadvertently obtained, all wonderful.

This is strong and spicy, and it is hearty to watch.

Ji Chen looked at this "Nine Dragons Map" and was distracted, and the three strands of true qi in his body were divided into three, a total of nine. Each evolves into a Sky Ink Dragon.

A very different state jumped out,

A dragon clung to the boulder and waited eagerly.

The two dragons squinted their eyes, which was compatible with the mist.

The eyes of the three dragons are blazing, looking into the distance, and their four claws rise above the boulder.

The four dragons were swept into the whirlpool by the sudden monstrous waves, struggling hard, their eyes were grandiose, and the pearl in their left paws was like being crushed, and their posture was abnormal.

The five dragons suddenly rose up to compete with the galloping six dragons, and disappeared in the storm.

The Seven Dragons were almost annihilated in the clouds, while the Eight Dragons were hidden in the thick fog, their tails looming in an arrogant posture.

Only the nine dragons lie on the mountain stone, squinting and resting.

The nine strands of true qi in the galloping body, the lightning flashed, the momentum was pressing, as if there were infinite changes, thunderous, rugged and handsome, fresh and timeless.

It only takes a cup of tea to slowly return to calm.

Ji Chen was panting, his head was covered with cold sweat, and his red sleeves were obediently silent on the side, just waiting for His Highness to come back to his senses.

Ji Chen opened his eyes, and the eyes became more profound, and even the color of his pupils was a little black and purple.

Redsleeves asked, "Your Highness has a nightmare?"

"No, I only have an understanding of this "Nine Dragons". ”

Ji Chen shook his head, peeled a chestnut in his hand, smiled, raised his hand and fed the chestnut to Red Sleeves, and when his hand was put down, he suddenly wanted to touch Red Sleeves' chest.

Soft and crispy, full of elasticity

Ji Chen couldn't help pinching it, his heart was beautiful, just that it was the same feeling as this white steamed bun, and he could really hold it, he only secretly touched Mu Xiaokui, which was like this carefully, and couldn't help but increase a little bit of strength and become intoxicated.

Red Sleeves chuckled on the side, and Ji Chen opened his eyes suspiciously, only to see that he was holding a hot snow-white steamed bun in his hand, pinching out a strange shape under his brute force.

It turned out that the red sleeves didn't know the cunning of the Nine Emperors, and had been on guard, and when his claws stretched out, he dodged slightly sideways, and then took a hot white steamed bun from the food box and stuffed it into his hand.

"Your Highness is really playful, this is the chicken soup made by the red sleeves himself, His Highness can drink it while it is hot, it can also drive away the cold. ”

The red sleeves covered their mouths and smiled, and brought a blue and white porcelain bowl that rained through the sky from the food box, and a large bowl full of black chicken ginseng soup.

Ji Chen shook his head and sighed: "After eating ginseng soup and replenishing my body, where do you say the strength of this body goes?"

Red Sleeves understood what he meant, and said goodbye: "Your Highness can practice swords! I can bring His Highness's fine willow next time I come over, as long as His Highness doesn't poke a few holes in this Tianqu Pavilion, the Holy Lord will definitely not pursue it." ”

This sword practice is to endure loneliness, endure hardship, this world fell off the cliff, after all, there are a few people who do not die and get peerless magic skills, even if they get peerless magic skills, they will not practice casually, and they can slap the master to death with three palms.

Kung Fu needs to be precipitated.

Cultivation is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat.

Ji Chen didn't drink it, but stared at the red sleeves and said, "You are to me, just like attacking Jia Baoyu." ”

Red Sleeves saw the emotion in Ji Chen's eyes, and also understood the meaning of Ji Chen's words, isn't it Jia Baoyu and the attacker's first trial of Yunyu's love.

But Red Sleeves is more clever than the attacker, and the sisters in the palace taught her a sentence,

For men, what you can't get is the best.

The red sleeves looked at Ji Chen with affection, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, let's drink the soup while it's hot." ”

Ji Chen had nothing to do with her, looked at the black chicken ginseng soup in the bowl, saw something, and took it out with chopsticks, and it was a bunch of chicken feathers.

"The imperial dining room is to use this black chicken to make soup with you. ”

Although he was imprisoned in the Tianqu Pavilion by his father, he was a green vegetable and radish every day, but he was the prince after all, and he was also a villain in this imperial dining room, and he fooled around when he saw that the red sleeves were his maids?

He was about to have a seizure, the red sleeves blushed, as if he had done something wrong, lowered his head and said softly: "This black chicken was caught by the red sleeves from the garden, and the red sleeves killed it themselves, and the red sleeves have not killed the chicken, so ......"

The voice gradually lowered, and it was impossible to detect.

Ji Chen remembered that the red sleeves were the most bloodless, they were really powerless, and they didn't even have the courage to hold a kitchen knife.

It seems that thirteen years have passed, and a lot has changed. But this ability to kill chickens is really flattering.

"Your Highness, if Red Sleeves doesn't go and catch another one for you, Red Sleeves swears that there will never be chicken feathers. ”

As soon as the words fell, Red Sleeves wanted to retrieve the blue and white porcelain bowl in Ji Chen's hand.

A woman who cries even when she sees a kitten bleeding will have a lot of courage if she is asked to kill a chicken again.

Ji Chen stopped the red sleeves, and regardless of the hot black chicken ginseng soup, he raised his head and drank it in one gulp, with a few chicken feathers hanging from his mouth.

"It's okay, as the saying goes, a man can't do things without hair on his mouth, and chicken feathers are also hair. Ji Chen smiled stupidly.

Red Sleeves looked at it with a stupid face, and he couldn't wait to make a promise in his heart.

"The royal brother is really interested, and he is also a beauty when he is locked up in Tianqu Pavilion by his father. ”