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Feng Wu held up his chin and was replaced by Qin Yi's big palm. His whole face seemed to be hidden in his wide and warm palm: "Qin Shaoyi has been very quiet these days, without any movement.

Is it because of Qin Shuai?"

Qin Yichuan's golden pupils looked clear, but he looked at the paper in Feng Wu's hand with a chill. However, in order not to scare Feng Wu, he spoke in a gentle voice: "The news from Qianji has been secretly revealed by Qin Ziyue."

After receiving the secret order, I thought it was impossible that Qin Shaoyi had not received the news. Naturally, he did not dare to be too reckless during this period. If Qin Ziyue arranged for him to be charged with colluding with the guilty officials, it would be difficult to get rid of it."

"So he rarely goes to the Peony Palace during this period. If Gongsun Li wants to replace Jin Yi, he must do it after you leave. Otherwise, what happens next will easily reveal his intentions." Feng Wu simply said.

He leaned directly on Qin Yichuan's body with a lazy posture.

Qin Yichuan allowed Feng Wu to make small moves, with a smile in his eyes: "Qin Ziyue will push forward this matter. He will definitely hit Qin Shaoyi hard before the Qintian Supervisor calculates the time."

"It's better to hurry up." Feng Wu said in a low voice. He had been feeling restless these past few days. It would take some time for Fuling's second letter to arrive.

Qin Yichuan thought that Feng Wu was worried about that person. A hint of darkness flashed through his golden eyes, but he couldn't say anything. He could only hold back his jealousy in the dark: "Don't worry, madam, he will be fine."

"Of course, I left the seven-segment needle to the wizard father. According to the strength of the wizard father, nothing will happen." The seven-segment needle, as the name suggests, is seven silver needles of different lengths. If one's life is in danger,

Directly inserting the seven silver needles into the body will keep the last breath of energy in the body for seven days. If someone treats you within these seven days, your life will be saved. If not, you will die.

"When will the Qin Tian Supervisory Committee calculate the date?" Feng Wu raised his head and looked at Qin Yichuan. After knowing that the imperial master was half of his own, Feng Wu was not so worried. At least Qin Yichuan still had someone behind him in the north, and he was not alone.

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Although a Qianji is powerful, it is still far behind in national affairs.

Qin Yichuan's golden eyes seemed to be on fire at this moment, looking down at Feng Wu with burning eyes, staring at the slightly moving lips.

The hand holding her chin moved upward slightly, and finally rested on her lips, rubbing it gently. Feng Wu's eyes turned confused and then slightly angry when she pressed the button.

He curled up the corners of his lips, leaned down, and pecked her lips: "My lady is so alluring."

Feng Wu had an annoyed look on his face and turned around: "I'm telling you something serious. Can't you be more careful in broad daylight, even if you're at home?"

Qin Yichuan squinted his eyes slightly, and the madness flashed through his eyes: "Then it's finally good, I didn't even taste it just now."

There was dissatisfaction in his words.

"Hey, um," Feng Wu looked at the suddenly enlarged face in front of him, and his lips felt hot.

The cheeks were clasped on the back of the head by long, warm hands, warm breath sprayed on the other person's face, and he lightly bit his lips. Feng Wu frowned and felt pain.

He took advantage of the situation and ran away, dodging around with his cunning, tongue, and slightly rough movements to conquer the city, not sparing any corner, and he was hooked cleanly.

At first, Feng Wu was still thinking that his words had stimulated him, but then he couldn't think about it at all and could only follow his rhythm, which made him feel a little dizzy.

It wasn't until the corner of Feng Wu's lips went numb that he whined twice. Finally, he struggled out a hand and pushed him away. He was slightly panting, a little annoyed, and his cheeks were red: "What are you doing? I don't have enough for you at night."

Do you want to perform?"


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