[69 Book Bar - www.] The cold wind blew by, the two of them were warm and cold, soft and charming, and they always maintained a situation of not giving in to each other. For a long time...

With a deep sigh, Long's beautiful face was filled with goose fat, her eyebrows were like ink paintings, and her expression was like autumn water. The two people standing one behind the other seemed to want to tear her apart...

If Feng Zhisu is a mixture of Rakshasa and goblin, then Feng Moyan in front of him is the ice lotus in the snow, one is charming with ice and iron snow, the other is indifferent and dustless...

Time passed quietly, and Lingyun stood aside, looking at the picturesque three people not far away, with a puppet-like smile without any emotion on their beautiful little faces.

Just when the two were arguing, a charming and charming trill like a silver bell came from the corner of the alley:

"Brother Zhisu, brother Mo Yan, what are you doing?"

...

Hearing the sound and looking around, Jun Yanran frowned under the plum blossom tree and bit her lip. She stood blankly in a light green dress, looking delicate and pitiful.

The wind blew, and she folded her clothes, and her delicate figure was trembling, like a dandelion that had lost its direction...

"The beautiful woman rolled up her beaded curtain and sat deeply with her eyebrows furrowed; but when she saw wet tears, she didn't know who she hated in her heart."

The cherry blossom petals were lightly pursed, Feng Moyan smiled, her clear eyes like springs looked at Feng Zhisu aside seemingly unintentionally, and she did not forget to add: "Why, Xiao Yanran is also a little impatient when the second emperor brother comes back after not seeing him for a long time.

Is it done?”

"..."

Hearing Feng Moyan's joking words, Jun Yanran's pretty and elegant little face showed a helpless and embarrassed smile. But her eyes that were as bright as black crystal seemed to be frozen, looking at Feng Zhisu and Long

In the charming middle, those two hands clasped together...

As if feeling Jun Yanran's hot eyes that were filled with jealousy and anger, Long Yini frowned deeply and began to resist with all her strength, trying to pull her hands away from Feng Moyan and Feng Zhisu's hands!

Because the current posture not only makes uninformed outsiders look ambiguous enough, but more importantly, she is not used to being in such close contact with others...

But...the more Long Yini tried to struggle to escape, the tighter Feng Zhisu's hand became, and an overbearing, brooking aura spread around her!

And the most bizarre thing is that even Feng Moyan, who looked weak and sickly, was extremely strong when he was reluctant to let go!

Sighing softly, she said quietly: "Long Yini has no interest in participating in the overt and covert fighting between the princes. Therefore, it will cause unnecessary misunderstandings. Please be respectful and move your hands away so that I can

Go back to the hall!"

Perhaps Long Yini's sharp words aroused the anger in Feng Zhisu's heart, or perhaps he was quite dissatisfied with the pretentious daughter of the prime minister in front of him.

His gaze suddenly became deep, and his cold blue eyes, like those of a Persian cat, flashed with disgust and dissatisfaction:

"Have you seen enough? If you have seen enough, go back to where you belong! There is no place for you here with me!"

Beyond Long Yini, his unique cold and evil voice seems particularly chilly and gurgling in this snowy winter...
Chapter completed!