"He did what the prince had done to Feng Jin every day and night, but he was not as young and strong as the prince. No matter how much precious ambergris was, he always had a decadent old manly smell... "

"No, Jin'er, stop talking." Long Jue didn't want to hear a word, and it would be heartbroken to think of that kind of picture.

Feng Jin was as crazy as a demon, murmured: "The dog emperor always needs to take medicine to cheer up. Not only does he take it himself, he will not be obedient or obedient, and will not laugh or cry according to his wishes, and feed it to me."

"I have taken medicine, like a dog under the feet of a dog emperor..."

Long Jue's face was extremely dark, gloomy and ugly, and he shouted angrily: "Feng Jin, I order you not to say anything more!"

"Fifteen days and nights in the Yangxin Palace, Feng Jin... is better than death."

Feng Jin's eyes were red, like the description of the withered petals, filled with strong hatred, and every word was crying and bloody questioning.

"Feng Jin is looking forward to the prince coming to save me day and night. Why don't you come, prince?!"

Long Juebing's cold and handsome outline finally emerged with a hint of pain...

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Long Jue felt that he had let Feng Jin down and was so sorry for him that he was with Feng Jin day and night.

A few days later, Feng Jin's physical injuries improved and her face gradually returned to rosy.

Stepping out of Jinye Pavilion for the first time.

Feng Jin came to the Shangfang Garden, and Fenghua was still in the "reserve".

The sun was just right, and a swing chair was set up in the small garden, burning incense, and making tea with pearls. Her Majesty held a book of the talented and beautiful woman who had found from somewhere and was tangled with grudges and revenge. She had been idle for half a day in her life.

Feng Jin's eyes immediately turned red.

Yan Qiyu is really comfortable living than his life over the past few days!

Why?!

Feng Jin stepped in.

Although the figure looks thinner and thinner than before, and it has a more and more beautiful beauty like a weak willow to support the wind, the bad attitude of the visitor is full of momentum.

"Yan Qiyu——"

When Bihu Mingzhu saw Feng Jin, her eyes were vaguely alert.

Feng Jin walked into the Shangfangyuan and kicked over the desk table in the garden like crazy. The charcoal stove burning incense and tea and scalding water spilled all over the floor...

Fenghua's expression did not change, calmly put away the book in his hand and called out coldly: "Yan Wei, throw this male favorite who dares to be arrogant in the Venerable Fangyuan to this princess."

Yan Wei borrowed it from the original owner's elder aunt, Concubine Yan, and was only loyal to the Yan family.

Feng Jin couldn't fight, and Feng Wei around him had been captured by Feng Hua long ago, so naturally there was no reason to let the tiger go back to the mountain. Yan Wei stopped Feng Jin from continuing to destroy the wantonly in the Shangfangyuan without any effort.

Feng Jin struggled and shouted: "Yan Qiyu, you made this bitch, you, you hurt me-"

What kind of young master of the Feng Clan has no demeanor, demeanor, and image.

Fenghua sat on the swing chair and smiled at him: "I want to thank Mr. Feng Jin for this, otherwise I wouldn't have come up with such a...vicious idea."

Feng Jin's pupils suddenly shrank.

He knew that she was saying that he sent Fengwei to admire Fangyuan that night...

She just made tooth for tooth.

Is it really him... to suffer?

No!

Feng Jin will never admit it, otherwise the suffering he suffered would have caused a joke!

Fenghua didn't bother to pay attention to what Feng Jin was thinking, so he waved his sleeves and said, "Take it out."
Chapter completed!