This isn’t my first time falling in love. I don’t understand some things, so I just want to ask the prince for advice.”
Yu Jingfeng looked at the two people not far away, with a smile that could be seen by everyone.
The three people in the tent have been in contact with Feng Jiuer for a long time. They must know what falling in love is.
"Cough..." Long Yi couldn't help but coughed heavily and glanced at Yu Jingfeng.
Yu Jingfeng was still smiling, with a proud look on his face, as if he wanted to blind others.
"Master Yu, when did you fall in love?"
Long Shiyi looked puzzled, "Your Majesty, does he know?"
Haha! Mr. Yu is actually in love, and he shows it off right away.
"You should know."
Yu Jingfeng suppressed his smile and crossed his long legs.
"My fiancée is Xue Piao from Tianji Hall, don't you all know that?"
"I don't know."
"have no idea!"
Two different voices sounded at the same time, the one with a lower voice was Long Yi in the front, and the more cheerful one in the back was Long Shiyi.
Yu Jingfeng frowned, why did everyone know that the prince was in love, but even Long Shiyi didn't know that he was in love?
Are he and Xuepiao too low-key?
He smiled and said, "I thought everyone knew it."
Thinking that he would be able to see the snow falling when he went back later, Yu Jingfeng was in a good mood and beamed with joy.
"It's good to know now, ugh..." Suddenly, he sighed.
"Xue Piao is always a little cold, and the prince is not willing to give me any advice. I just want to ask how to pamper a girl, so he kicked me out."
"Pfft...hahaha..." Long Shiyi finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"You actually ask the prince such a thing, no wonder the prince will drive you here."
"Master Yu, I think you may be tired of living, hahaha..." Yu Jingfeng can sit in his current position, and his early efforts must be indispensable.
Long Shiyi also felt strange, how could he speak so unhesitatingly in front of the prince?
It turned out that I was confused by his so-called "love".
"Besides, I remember that you had a one-sided crush on Miss Xue Piao, right?
If she doesn't like you, she can only be cold."
"Master Yu, how could I... poof... hahaha..." Long Shiyi smiled and bent over, holding his stomach: "Master Yu... hahaha... So you are such a master Yu, hahaha...
"While the two of them were talking to each other, Long Yi suddenly frowned.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, put his hands on his chest and slowly raised them up, then lowered his hands and pressed down.
Putting his palms on his legs again, he closed his eyes, but the wrinkles between his brows still didn't relax.
Yu Jingfeng didn't know what he was complaining about, but Long Shiyi covered his stomach and almost fell to the ground laughing.
"Hahaha..." Yu Jingfeng was not angry either, the smile on his lips did not diminish, and he looked in a good mood.
His little wife is getting closer and closer to them, how can he not be happy?
I'm afraid that when Emperor Hui Wuya says he wants to go back, Yu Jingfeng will walk faster than anyone else.
Over there at Di Wuya, it was quiet and quiet, with only the occasional sound of reading books.
Time passed bit by bit, and suddenly, he closed the book, rested his elbows on the table, and pressed his long, well-jointed fingers against his temples.
He closed his deep eyes and shook his head slightly.
The people outside, as if they had been prepared for a long time, opened the curtain and walked in.
The people who came in were all women, six in total.
These women's clothes were not the ordinary ones that saved fabrics. People who didn't know better thought that Mao Zhongcai was too poor to make clothes for them.
On this cold early spring night, six women appeared in the tent like a breeze, holding gauze scarves in their hands and dancing gracefully.
The body is just wrapped in a piece of gauze, which makes people's blood boil.
But surprisingly, the temperature of the tent did not become hotter because of these pretty and dancing women.
Di Wuya propped up his head and closed his eyes, not even looking at these gorgeous women.
Several women danced for a while, stopped, and looked at each other.
Neither of them said anything, they danced again, but together they approached Di Wuya.
Di Wuya's perfection was rare in the world, and it made these women's eyes light up.
Tonight will definitely be a good night. The night is not charming, as long as there is a beautiful woman around.
The six women looked at Di Wuya's unparalleled handsome and blessed profile, just like a wolf in the forest looking at its prey.
Close, close, getting closer.
The eyes of these women also became sharper because of the close distance.
Even if the man really faints, it is still perfect for them.
Di Wuya propped up his head and closed his eyes. There was no movement at all. Even his breathing was as steady as if he was asleep or passed out.
And his innate coldness is now lingering around, which will only make several women more excited.
The sound of horse hooves came closer and closer, and after the slight sound of fighting, silence returned outside.
The woman who stopped looked back for a while. It became quiet outside, and the corners of their mouths raised in unison.
"Everything is according to the city lord's plan, let's go."
"Walk."
"Oh."
The eyes of the six wild wolves were once again locked on Di Wuya.
Di Wuya, who was about to take action, still maintained his original posture and remained motionless after hearing the soft and imperceptible footsteps approaching outside.
"Tonight is really wonderful!"
"So powerful! So beautiful!"
"It's amazing! There is such a perfect man in the world."
No one knows how powerful Di Wuya's skills are, but it's not easy to see.
It's a pity that no one can escape the colorless and tasteless drug of the city lord.
No matter how powerful Di Wuya is, he will only be more attractive to them.
"Beautiful man, we will definitely serve you well tonight."
"Beautiful man, we will be gentle."
"Beautiful man..." One by one, the tall and beautiful women stretched out their claws towards Di Wuya.
Just when they were about to touch the "fainting" handsome man, the curtain of the tent was rolled up by a gust of wind.
The six women were shocked. When they turned around, their long hair and clothes were blown up.
The wind was so strong that they were swaying and could hardly open their eyes.
"Who?"
The leading woman stared at the blurry black figure that came in.
Feng Jiuer looked at the man who was motionless with his head propped up, and a violent color suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"What are you doing?"
She frowned fiercely and stared at these half-dressed women.
The six women didn't seem to be weak people. After the strong wind, they immediately gathered their thoughts and turned around to approach Feng Jiu'er.
There were three of them in front and three in the back, standing sideways and neatly.
With a "clang" sound, six tall women drew their swords from their waists at the same time.
The woman standing in the middle stared at Feng Jiuer coldly: "Suffer death!"
