Dancer, from the moment she put on a dress that was a little prettier than the maid, Wu Zui knew that she was no longer Princess Jin or the Seventh Princess, but just a dancer who pleased men.
Passing by those male pets, Wu Zui saw proud smiles and disgusted eyes.
Anyway, when I was cruel to them, I also expected this day.
There was only one carriage, so Wu Zui reluctantly got on the carriage and sat face to face with Ouyang Xuan.
There is no motorcade, and there are not many guards guarding it.
Only the coachman Zhao Qing, her and Ouyang Xuan were the only ones who did not stop along the way except for sleeping and eating.
Perhaps it was because of my haste that I arrived at Jinyuan, a familiar place, within a few days.
The familiar streets were still bustling, and the smiling faces proved that the emperor Ouyang Xuan treated them well, and the public security seemed good.
From time to time, I saw guards walking around the streets, and they were quite friendly with the farmers, and some of them would say hello.
Seeing all this, Wu Zui couldn't help but look back at Ouyang Xuan, and didn't expect that he... was pretty good at governance.
Soon we arrived at the palace.
She was placed in the palace where she used to live, Fengyi Pavilion.
Nothing has changed, even the things I use are still there, nothing has changed.
What a memorable room. The room is very familiar, but the maids who serve him all have unfamiliar faces.
"You live here, let Yun'er take care of anything you need."
Ouyang Xuan stood behind Wu Zui and said lightly. Wu Zui pretended not to hear him and ignored him and continued to miss this familiar room.
The seventh prince asked him to cooperate with her and come back with Ouyang Xuan, and his cooperative relationship with him ended.
But hasn't Ouyang Xuan not been defeated yet? He hasn't achieved his goal yet. Besides, he hasn't told himself what he's going to do here. And if Ouyang Xuan doesn't hate himself so much, why would he still do it now that he's got everything?
Want to bring yourself back?
Could it be that he loves himself? No...we can't think about it this way, how could a man like him fall in love with himself?
This is what Wuzui couldn't figure out the most. Wuzui tossed and turned in bed for a long night, unable to fall asleep.
"No drunkenness..."
A voice sounded, and Wu Zui stood up suddenly, just in time to bump into Ouyang Xuan's strong embrace.
"What are you doing?"
Smelling the strong smell of alcohol, Wu Zui began to struggle.
But the force on Ouyang Xuan was too great, making her unable to move.
The more she struggled, the harder Ouyang Xuan hugged her, and Wu Zui said angrily: "Let me go."
"Shut up, you are just my dancer. What qualifications do you have to talk to me so loudly? It is your honor that I favor you."
As soon as the words fell, an earth-shaking kiss rushed towards her.
Dancer? Why do you want to be his dancer? Why... don't... don't.
Wu Zui started to panic as he thought about it, and struggled hard.
The clothes on his body were taken off one by one, and Ouyang Xuan started to gnaw at Wu Zui's body like a wolf and a tiger.
"Get out of here...get out of here...oooh...get away...the devil wants your favor...get out of here..."
Wu Zui roared lowly.
"ah……"
She talked too much, and Ouyang Xuan bit her fair and tender shoulder hard in a fit of anger.