Crossing into a straw bag fifth miss: 101 tactics of the art of taming

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Shui Qianjue resolutely came back to his senses, looked at the woman in front of him, said nothing, and buried all expressions.

Seeing Luo Liuling coming forward, Ruo'er didn't dare to turn her head back, for fear that Luo Liuling would see her crying eyes, so she pretended to ride leisurely on the horse.

"Absolutely, you have worked hard during this time."

"Why should we be so polite between us, these are all voluntary." [

Shui Qianjue's voice was full of disappointment. He is no longer the boy he was back then. He is already a mature man.

"I know, but I still want to say it."

"As long as you remember it in your heart, don't say it out of your mouth."

He pretended to be relaxed, but he didn't know how painful his heart was. That sudden attitude covered up his thoughts very well.

Seeing what Luo Liuling wanted to say, Shui Qianjue raised his hand and said calmly, "Okay, I'll go and see them."

"Go."

Looking at Shui Qianjue's figure going forward, Luo Liuling nodded lightly, said nothing more, whipped his horse, and rushed forward.

Another figure came quickly behind him, it was Ye Wushang, who kept chasing that little figure.

The two stood in front of each other, their bodies were vigorous, like wild leopards running on the grassland, as fast as lightning.

When the two returned to the imperial city, Ye Wushang entered the palace, Luo Liuling had just returned to the mansion, and there was a word from the palace that he would attend the palace banquet tonight and practice it for Ye Wushang.

Listening to the servant girl's words, Luo Liuling didn't say much. It seems that the news of Feng Xiliang's assassination hadn't reached the palace yet. If Shang practiced it tonight, it meant that he would return to China in two days.

Today, he hasn't told her this yet.

Soon, the palace banquet at night was grandly staged. Sitting on top of the chief was the Emperor Yun, with the empress and imperial concubine on his left and right.

Below Emperor Yun, there is also an extremely handsome man. It is Ye Wushang, with a straight face and a firmer chin. His body exudes nobility from the inside out. .

Sitting next to him was a woman, all dressed in white, with a thick layer of snow around her neck, reflecting her face crystal clear.

While looking at each other, he glanced at everyone in the hall.

The dinner party started soon, with singing and dancing performances and music playing slowly, it was very lively.

A pot of fine wine, many beauties, the aroma of rouge is floating, and four beautiful beauties of national beauty walked out from somewhere. These four beauties walked to Ye Wushang's side, one stroked clothes, one poured wine, one picked vegetables, and one fed Ye Wushang drank and served meticulously, it seemed that this was the painstaking effort of Emperor Yun.

Luo Liuling raised his eyes, seeing that this was a beauty trick used by Emperor Yun, and what was he playing. [

Tired of work, what are you, dare to openly seduce her man.

Luo Liuling was furious, pinched Ye Wushang next to him fiercely, glanced sharply at the four beauties, and snorted coldly, seriously unhappy.

The gloomy Ye Wushang's face became even more horribly dark, expressionless, he restrained the urge to throw the four women out, picked up the wine glass and put it on the table without hesitation, his voice was extremely clear and loud.

Poor those four girls, first frightened by Luo Liuling's cold and stern eyes that seemed to want to kill, and then Ye Wushang's heavy blow, splashed all over with wine, couldn't help but took two steps back, terrified and afraid to do anything casually near.