Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Fan Tianluo breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the open space in front of the pavilion, waved his sleeves, and started a messy dance. I watched many costume dramas on TV, and I believe Fan Jian could not tell the difference between those ancient dances.

Although she didn't rehearse in advance, she has a light body, with her long sleeves waving back and forth, her body turning around, and her long hair fluttering back and forth. Fan Tianluo was shocked as a celestial being.

Fan Tianluo danced for a while, and felt that it was almost done, so she stopped slowly, made a movement of looking back, and met Dongfang Jian's eyes.

Dongfang Jian really didn't know if this was considered a modern dance, so he could only clap his hands and say, "It's a good dance."

"Thank you, Young Master, for your compliment." Brahma Luo breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes narrowed, and he saw two people not far away.

One is Master Zhou, and the other is a handsome young man in a white robe. It is not difficult to guess that he must be His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Xilin Kingdom.

Prince Qing is nineteen years old, with delicate features and delicate features, and his body is slightly thin. He has a pure and quiet feeling about him, as if he is a fairy who is ignorant of the world.

It's a bit similar to Dongfang Jian, except that Prince Qing has double eyelids, and his eyes are black and bright, giving people the feeling of no intention, and looking at the dress, Dongfang Jian seems to be more noble than Prince Qing.

Prince Qing also looked at Fan Tianluo who turned around, and for some reason, a strange feeling suddenly surged in his heart, not only because of her amazing beauty, but also because he wanted to hold her hand and say to her intimately The feeling of speaking, this feeling made Tai Ziqing's eyes flicker, and he was frightened by himself.

Seeing Prince Qing staring at Fan Tianluo in a daze, Dongfang Jian slightly raised his eyebrows, coughed and said with a smile: "His Royal Highness is here, and I am sorry to welcome you. Please forgive me." Although he said so, he did not even He didn't even stand up, he just clasped his hands together.

Prince Qing suddenly came back to his senses, looked at Dongfang Jian with a big smile and said, "Brother Jian really knows how to enjoy it, beautiful women and wine look good, I really envy my brother."

Fan Tianluo heard the name Dongfang Jian for the first time until now, so it turned out that his name also had the word sword in it, as expected he was cheap everywhere, and confirmed his thoughts even more.

"Hehehe, the prince was joking, come in and sit down quickly, Fan'er, come and pour tea for the prince." Dongfang Jian said again to Fantianluo.

Faner?Why didn't he call himself Xiaoluo?I guess it's a guilty conscience.

"Yes, young master." Fantianluo floated over, poured tea for the crown prince, and when she turned to leave, Dongfang Jian suddenly grabbed her hand. Dongfang Jian's body.

Fan Tianluo almost jumped up, what is this beast going to do?Do you still want to molested your sister?

"Fan'er doesn't need to go, how about sitting down to accompany His Royal Highness, you are also hungry, have some snacks." Dongfang Jian smiled evilly, pushed Fan Tianluo up again, and let her sit next to him superior.

Prince Qing sat down and kept looking at Fantianluo secretly. When Dongfangjian hugged Fantianluo, he actually had the urge to pull her up. This thought surprised him again. This woman is Dongfangjian's wife. woman.

"Yes, young master." Fan Tianluo smoothed her hair, calmly poured tea for the two of them again, then sat obediently by the side, took a piece of pastry and gnawed dryly.

"Is this Fan'er girl Brother Jian's new favorite?" Prince Qing couldn't help asking.