Fengwu Jiangshan: The hot wolf princess is too evil

She didn't know that unfathomable man at all, and she didn't know herself and the enemy, which was a bit dangerous. At least, she wanted to see what level of expert Mu Zihan was!

"Hehe..." Duanmulei laughed sinisterly, if he failed, then there would be no need for this trash to exist.

He wholeheartedly thought that the current crown prince was still that useless trash, but he didn't know that he had walked into the trap of this trash long ago without realizing it.

When it is too late to regret in the future, kneeling in front of her and begging for mercy will no longer help.

***********Phoenix Dance Jiangshan********

The next day, it was dusk, and the light of the setting sun coated the entire imperial city with a hazy warm color.

"Go quickly."

In front of the meeting hall, Duan Mulei urged impatiently, for fear that the regent would leave if it was later.

Holding a brocade box, Wei Ning stepped forward with a calm expression. She walked up the steps and saw Qin Feng coming out. The latter laughed when he saw her.

"Your Highness, why are you here?"

"I'm here to see Uncle Huang. I wonder if Uncle Huang is free now?"

"When you are free, please go in, Your Highness the Crown Prince." Qin Feng smiled heartily. This prince really seems to be more pleasing to the eye the more he looks at it. Why didn't he notice it before?

In fact, Qin Feng hadn't looked at the prince carefully before, because every time he saw the prince, he always lowered his head, flinched, and couldn't see clearly if he wanted to.

Wei Ning nodded, and went in holding the brocade box. Qin Feng looked at his back and couldn't help smiling again, hoping that when his prince saw the prince, he wouldn't think about being molested that day.

The meeting hall was very quiet and the sky was dark, so the maids had already lit the lamps everywhere, and the wax oil was mixed with special spices, refreshing and refreshing.

Mu Zihan was still reviewing the memorials, and there was still a tall pile of memorials on the desk. The emperor didn't care about political affairs, so he had to decide everything.

"Ahem..." A few coughs overflowed his chest, he blocked it with his hand indifferently, and continued to look at the memorial with frowning.

"Uncle Emperor." Wei Ning glanced at it softly, the clear and clear tone unique to teenagers, and a little immature.

Mu Zihan seemed to be stunned for a moment, then raised his head, his brows relaxed slightly, in the warm light, it seemed that his whole body was covered with a layer of beauty, and his overly beautiful face made one's breath tremble.

Those eyes, which were always quiet and cold, seemed to melt quietly the moment they saw her.

"Qing Ning, why are you here?" It has been 14 years since the crown prince was born, and the number of times they have met can be counted on one's fingers, and today is the first time that the crown prince has come to him on his own initiative.

In the brightly lit meeting hall, the young man in a willow-colored long gown is handsome and soft, his silky black hair is tied up with a ribbon, making his skin as white as jade, his black and white eyes are as clear as two jewels, and his pink lips are like As soft and beautiful as peach blossoms.

She stood quietly in the warm lights, her body seemed to exude a cold and proud aura.

But in a blink of an eye, that coldness disappeared, replaced by a soft and restrained temperament like jade.

There seemed to be a slight ripple deep in Mu Zihan's heart. The handsome young man's bright and clear eyes, and his immature breath made him lose his usual calm and coldness like an ancient well.

"Is Uncle Huang sick?" Wei Ning casually put the brocade box on the desk, walked around to him, and raised her small hand to touch his forehead.