The owner of that voice had absolutely no consciousness of doing anything wrong and still shouted loudly: "Brother Qi, this should be my position."
Feng Qianchen raised his eyebrows, "Who decided this is your position?"
You could hear a pin drop in the silence in the main hall. There was no other reason. The Seventh Prince, who was originally ruthless and cold about everything, was actually quarreling with his younger brother. This undoubtedly shocked everyone. Feng Qingchen
He was stunned for a moment, not because he was quarreling with himself, but because of Feng Qianchen's expression, which he had never seen when the two brothers met in private. Feng Qingchen's eyes moved, and when he saw Feng Qianchen
When Qian Chen was sitting at his original seat, he suddenly woke up. He quickly moved forward and whispered, "Brother Qi, are you really not going to sit back and enjoy the blessings of everyone?"
She pushed Feng Qingchen away in disgust and asked with a half-smile, "What do you think?"
Feng Qingchen couldn't help but swallowed her saliva. Every time Feng Qianchen looked like this, she would suffer. She quickly waved her hand, "Well, Brother Qi, you can sit wherever you like."
Feng Qianchen ignored Feng Qingchen, picked up the teacup on the table, and tested the water temperature. He handed it to a girl who had not raised her head since just now. "My beloved, do you want some tea?"
Successfully changed the original quiet atmosphere in the main hall into an eerie silence. The Seventh Prince is too unusual today...
Feng Qingchen held her chin up, fearing that it would fall off because she was too surprised. "Did Brother Qi really fall into some secret trick?" Feng Qingchen thought of those rumors and couldn't help but take a good look at Jiao Xiaoliu's outfit.
It's very elegant, but I can't see my face clearly because I keep my head down.
"Ninth Brother, you don't want your eyes anymore?" The expression was still half-smiling, "And you..." The cold voice clearly reached the ears of everyone in the hall. Yes, these are theirs.
The Seventh Prince.
There was a commotion at the door, and everyone immediately diverted their attention.
"It's actually Mo Lan..."
"Yes, yes, Mo Lan is so good-looking..."
"But I think the Seventh Prince is still more handsome..."
"..."
All kinds of nymphomaniac voices could be heard endlessly. When he heard the word Mo Lan, Jiao Xiaoliu raised his eyes and saw that he was as gentle and elegant as the first time he saw him in front of the General Protector's Mansion, making it impossible to feel disgusted.
There were two people who came with him. One was wearing a purple satin robe with gold piping, embroidered with dragons, dark cloud patterns on the sleeves, a golden waist, and his hair was tied up with a plain mutton-fat jade hosta. The other was
The figure is extremely elongated, wearing a blue outfit with flying clouds and bat patterns, a rhinoceros horn belt tied around his waist, and only a white jade pendant. Jiao Xiaoliu thought to himself, "This is probably Mo Yu."
"Seventh brother, is Mo Yu announcing that he is on the side of the prince?" Feng Qingchen looked at Feng Qianchen with a worried look.
Jiao Xiaoliu's heart sank. She actually forgot that Feng Qianchen might participate in the battle for the emperor.
"It doesn't matter." Feng Qianchen responded lightly, without any emotion. He turned to look at Jiao Xiaoliu, who had a solemn expression, and comforted him: "I have asked Qingyun and the others to rescue the people in Shuiyun Palace. Tonight is
The best time." Jiao Xiaoliu forced a smile, "Yeah." He was about to say something, but was interrupted.
"Seventh brother, it's so early today." The prince stood in front of Feng Qianchen and the others with a proud look on his face.
"Brother, it must be that it's late today, right?" Feng Qianchen didn't respond at all, but Feng Qingchen responded with a look of disdain.
Jiao Xiaoliu then carefully looked at Feng Qingchen, who could get along with Feng Qianchen.
The collar and cuffs of the indigo robe are embroidered with silver threads and cloud-patterned piping. A wide-brimmed blue auspicious cloud belt is tied around the waist. Her black hair is tied up and she wears a small silver crown inlaid with jade. The white jade on the silver crown
The crystal luster highlighted the blackness and smoothness of his hair, like silk. It looked somewhat similar to Feng Qianchen. Looking at the prince again, Jiao Xiaoliu couldn't help but sigh, this royal gene is too good. That voice.
The master had absolutely no consciousness of doing anything wrong and still shouted loudly: "Brother Qi, this should be my position."
Feng Qianchen raised his eyebrows, "Who decided this is your position?"
You could hear a pin drop in the silence in the main hall. There was no other reason. The Seventh Prince, who was originally ruthless and cold about everything, was actually quarreling with his younger brother. This undoubtedly shocked everyone. Feng Qingchen
He was stunned for a moment, not because he was quarreling with himself, but because of Feng Qianchen's expression, which he had never seen when the two brothers met in private. Feng Qingchen's eyes moved, and when he saw Feng Qianchen
When Qian Chen was sitting at his original seat, he suddenly woke up. He quickly moved forward and whispered, "Brother Qi, are you really not going to sit back and enjoy the blessings of everyone?"
She pushed Feng Qingchen away in disgust and asked with a half-smile, "What do you think?"
Feng Qingchen couldn't help but swallowed her saliva. Every time Feng Qianchen looked like this, she would suffer. She quickly waved her hand, "Well, Brother Qi, you can sit wherever you like."
Feng Qianchen ignored Feng Qingchen, picked up the teacup on the table, and tested the water temperature. He handed it to a girl who had not raised her head since just now. "My beloved, do you want some tea?"
Successfully changed the original quiet atmosphere in the main hall into an eerie silence. The Seventh Prince is too unusual today...
Feng Qingchen held her chin up, fearing that it would fall off because she was too surprised. "Did Brother Qi really fall into some secret trick?" Feng Qingchen thought of those rumors and couldn't help but take a good look at Jiao Xiaoliu's outfit.
It's very elegant, but I can't see my face clearly because I keep my head down.
"Ninth Brother, you don't want your eyes anymore?" The expression was still half-smiling, "And you..." The cold voice clearly reached the ears of everyone in the hall. Yes, these are theirs.
The Seventh Prince.
There was a commotion at the door, and everyone immediately diverted their attention.
"It's actually Mo Lan..."
"Yes, yes, Mo Lan is so good-looking..."
"But I think the Seventh Prince is still more handsome..."
"..."
All kinds of nymphomaniac voices could be heard endlessly. When he heard the word Mo Lan, Jiao Xiaoliu raised his eyes and saw that he was as gentle and elegant as the first time he saw him in front of the General Protector's Mansion, making it impossible to feel disgusted.
There were two people who came with him. One was wearing a purple satin robe with gold piping, embroidered with dragons, dark cloud patterns on the sleeves, a golden waist, and his hair was tied up with a plain mutton-fat jade hosta. The other was
The figure is extremely elongated, wearing a blue outfit with flying clouds and bat patterns, a rhinoceros horn belt tied around his waist, and only a white jade pendant. Jiao Xiaoliu thought to himself, "This is probably Mo Yu."
"Seventh brother, is Mo Yu announcing that he is on the side of the prince?" Feng Qingchen looked at Feng Qianchen with a worried look.
Jiao Xiaoliu's heart sank. She actually forgot that Feng Qianchen might participate in the battle for the emperor.
"It doesn't matter." Feng Qianchen responded lightly, without any emotion. He turned to look at Jiao Xiaoliu, who had a solemn expression, and comforted him: "I have asked Qingyun and the others to rescue the people in Shuiyun Palace. Tonight is
The best time." Jiao Xiaoliu forced a smile, "Yeah." He was about to say something, but was interrupted.
"Seventh brother, it's so early today." The prince stood in front of Feng Qianchen and the others with a proud look on his face.
"Brother, it must be that it's late today, right?" Feng Qianchen didn't respond at all, but Feng Qingchen responded with a look of disdain.
Jiao Xiaoliu then carefully looked at Feng Qingchen, who could get along with Feng Qianchen.
The collar and cuffs of the indigo robe are embroidered with silver threads and cloud-patterned piping. A wide-brimmed blue auspicious cloud belt is tied around the waist. Her black hair is tied up and she wears a small silver crown inlaid with jade. The white jade on the silver crown
The crystal luster highlighted the blackness and smoothness of his hair, like silk and satin. It looked somewhat similar to Feng Qianchen. Looking at the prince again, Jiao Xiaoliu couldn't help but sigh, this royal gene is too good.
