Qianxun laughed, completely ignoring his words, but her heart became more and more anxious. It seemed that the person who was secretly staring at her in the garden just now was Murong Chenzhe!
The secret is about to be exposed, what should I do?
Who will save her?
Feng Canglun, where are you?
What can we do if we continue from this point? [
This Murong Chenzhe can do anything, he has a human face and his internal organs are made of poison...
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, Qianxun sneered secretly, turned his back to Murong Chenzhe and jumped high towards the flying butterfly, trying to catch it.
Unable to catch anything, my feet slipped and my whole body leaned forward!
Qianxun just wanted to hit the railing, pretend to faint, and be freed.
Unexpectedly, Murong Chenzhe was not someone who was easily bullied. He flashed his figure and instantly held Qianxun in his arms as he was about to hit the railing.
Qianxun was shocked. If the temperature on the terrace hadn't been very high and the blush on his face hadn't gone away, his face would probably be pale now, and he didn't bring it upon himself!
The soft fragrance fell into his arms, and Murong Chenzhe's heart trembled. A kind of heartbeat that he had never felt before made him freeze there.
When I caught sight of that pretty face with a silly smile, I couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed.
If the idiot princess is sober, in ancient times men and women were not intimate with each other. Although she would sleep with male concubines at night, the princess is still innocent now. Murong Chenzhe understood all this.
If he were sober, how could Qianxun still maintain a silly smile on his face?
But what he didn't know was, how could Qianxun's soul be imprisoned by this kind of feudal thought?
"Chongchong... Flying Chongchong... Your Majesty the Emperor, I want... Chongchong..."
The little man in his arms showed a sweet and silly smile, and his whole soft body had a girlish fragrance.
It's not like the strong floral fragrance of the concubines.
It’s not as light as Qianling’s rouge.
It is natural, elegant, and makes people want to stay for a long time. It is really refreshing.
"Xun'er, be good, come and kiss the Emperor..."
There was a cunning light in Murong Chenzhe's eyes, and Qianxun was furious in his heart, but he couldn't refuse. If he lost his true identity, he was afraid that there would be even worse "torture".
"Leng meets the emperor, may the emperor be blessed."[
A cold voice came from the inner hall, and the smile on Murong Chenzhe's face quickly disappeared, but he did not let go of Qianxun, hugging her and watching Leng Fengling walk over step by step.