"What's wrong? Feng Canglun, my request is very simple, and I don't require you to commit yourself to me. Could it be that Tuoyu only asks for a false reputation, and you have to stop him?" Tuoyu smiled narrowly and said jokingly.
Feng Canglun's face turned red and white. He accepted Fengchun as Qianxun's man, but... but if there are a few more men to share his woman, God... I just want to hug and touch her.
There’s no chance, right?
Even if there is a chance... Hey, how long will it take to find a way and have fun?
"Are you really just seeking fame?"
"Of course!" Tuoyu replied loudly.[
Qianxun sat there, looking at the dim candlelight. It was not that he was embarrassed, but he was secretly thinking about what Tuoyu wanted.
Feng Canglun thought Qianxun was in trouble, and felt disappointed for a while, but she didn't want to appear too petty, so she could only stand up and walk out coldly.
Tuoyu watched Feng Canglun being angry with him, secretly enjoying himself, and felt extremely proud.
"Tuoyu, what do you ask for?"
Qianxun suddenly raised his eyes, staring at him closely with bright black pupils.
Tuoyu was absent-minded for a moment, and smiled narrowly again. He made this request partly because he wanted to anger Feng Canglun, but partly... and for what purpose?
He couldn't tell clearly either.
"No, if Tuoyu takes the title of male concubine, he can enjoy food and drink forever." Tuoyu smiled lightly, his flaxen pupils filled with smiles.
Qianxun looked at his bright smile and couldn't tell exactly what she saw, but she couldn't help but said, "Did you inflict Fengchun's injury?"
Tuoyu's bright smile immediately turned gloomy like a poisoned flower. He stood up and looked at Qianxun coldly, "Unexpectedly... Tuoyu would be like this in the princess's heart."
people!"
He vigorously shook his sleeves and stepped out of the palace. Qianxun clearly remembered the sad, angry and desperate look in his eyes before leaving.
Did she really wrong him?
Alas, after all this, she became a bit of a loser.
Qianxun put the phoenix robe in the cabinet and hurriedly walked to Fengchun's pavilion. He sat quietly on the bed, his lips were still so pale, and his spirit remained the same as the day after he woke up. There was nothing wrong with it.
Obvious progress.
His meals these days were supplements, but those scars did not fade away. After all, how could folk medicine heal the wounds left by the woman?