Phoenix on Fire: Allure of the City

Baili Hanye glanced at him.

"I've heard."

At this moment, Baili Yifeng felt like thousands of ants were gnawing on his heart. The first time he saw the man, he knew that the gap between himself and the man was too far, but hearing it was another kind of thing. He felt it, he didn't know if the man the people were talking about was the one he had seen, but no matter who it was, he felt sad.

"Imperial brother, you will be seventeen after the new year, you can't go on messing around anymore, and marry a princess as soon as possible, otherwise, how can you be worthy of your father under the nine springs?"

Baili Yifeng was taken aback. [

"What about you, brother? Don't tell me that you are worthy of my father. You have been on the throne for so many years, and you have never had a single heir. You even sent all the concubines out of the palace. You left a Nalan Qingli in the palace. Palace, she is young and you haven't touched her, don't tell me that you are filial piety."

Baili Hanye's face darkened.

"You don't need to worry about my affairs. In short, after the new year, you must marry a princess."

Baili Yifeng also quit.

"Why? If you can't forget her, you don't have to accept a concubine or touch women. I can't forget her, but you force me to marry a concubine. It's not fair at all."

Baili Hanye sighed heavily and said nothing more.

For a moment, the room between the two was filled with a kind of desolation.

The new year came again, and Nalan Qingcheng was 13 years old. Because of her menarche, Nalan Qingcheng's stature and body grew faster and faster, and her original clothes could hardly be worn anymore.

Li Man said that he would customize another set for her, and Nalan Qingcheng couldn't deny it.

In fact, she already has a new set of clothes, which was given to her by Jun Wushang.

It was a white skirt. Nalan Qingcheng had never worn a skirt before, but it stumped her when she wore it.

Fortunately, Lan'er has a pair of skillful hands, and even helped her tie up three thousand strands of hair.

After Nalan Qingcheng put on this outfit, the first person she went to meet was Jun Wushang. This was the first time she showed people in women's clothing, so it goes without saying, it can only be said that this was the first time she wore a woman's hairstyle , It used to be tied up casually.

When he saw Jun Wushang, he was standing under a tree with his back facing Nalan Qingcheng, his robe was spotless white, and the sunlight was too embarrassed to leave mottled shadows on the tree.His jet-black hair set off the poetic luster of his pearly neck beneath the chignon.His back is as straight as a tough poplar tree.

Nalan Qingcheng couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

Sensing Nalan Qingcheng's arrival, Jun Wushang turned around with a smile, but the moment he turned around, he was completely stunned.

The woman in front of her was wearing a white skirt with a chest wrap of the same color inside, and a white belt around her waist. Her slender waist was not enough for a tight grip, showing her exquisite figure.The big glazed eyes are shining brightly like obsidian pupils that fade away when they open.

Jun Wushang was really stunned, he didn't expect that his Xi Yao was so beautiful, much more beautiful than Xi Yao who casually rolled up her hair.

Being stared at by Jun Wushang like this, Nalan Qingcheng was a little at a loss. [

"Hey, you idiot, what are you looking at?"

Jun Wushang reacted and smiled at Nalan Qingcheng.

"Look at how beautiful my Xi Yao is."

Nalan Qingcheng glanced at him.

Jun Wushang just praised her for her beauty, then rolled his eyes. I really don't know whether to praise her or should I praise her?