Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 1049 Lord, the night is long

A paragraph of poetry blurted out reflexively.

"do not want!"

Xuanyuanchen raised his head from the scroll and glanced over.

This look is very cold, but without a trace of emotion, it is a majesty by itself.

This kind of majesty, the coercion of a real superior, is completely different from the bearing of the eldest prince, which makes people shudder.

The last time Xuanyuan Kingdom and his relatives’ cavalry stayed in the Taishou’s mansion, Duan Shiyu carefully observed the Eight Kings during the banquet. He was unparalleled in handsomeness, and he was the most outstanding-looking man she had ever seen.

At that time, she was already in love with her.

With such a close contact, compared to the eldest prince with a luxurious temperament, the Eighth King Xuanyuanchen is luxurious and clear from the bottom of his heart, which makes people want to stop.

Knowing countless people, Duan Shiyu knows that a man like Xuanyuanchen is the best among men.

How could she be willing to move away?

When the Eight Kings glanced over, she immediately smiled: "My little girl means that there is no one waiting for the Eight Kings, my little girl, come and serve the Eight Kings!"

Duan Shiyu's body was too fragrant, and the Eighth Prince was a little dizzy when he smelled the fragrance of flowers and powder.

Seeing her put the dishes in the food basket on the table one by one, and a jug of wine, he waved her away.

"The dishcloth is ready, let's go down!"

"My lord, the night is long, and it's so lonely to be alone."

Duan Shiyu saw Xuanyuanchen rubbing his forehead with his hands, and was overjoyed, knowing that the medicine of Mixiang had taken effect.

Her slender, plain hands were as tender as green onions under the light, and she poured wine for Xuanyuan Chen with her orchid fingers: "My little girl has long admired the reputation of the prince, and it is my honor to be able to drink this glass of wine with the prince."

Most people think that medicine should be poured into wine and dishes, but whoever is that old and slippery would put it on clothes.

It is precisely because of Duan Qicheng's treachery that he has climbed up from the county magistrate to the current prefect position step by step through her daughter.

Human desires are endless.

When climbing to a high position, you still want more and climb higher.

She should thank the old man for not only sending her to the First Prince, but also trying her best to send her to the Eighth Prince.

Play hard on him?
Duan Shiyu suddenly felt a little bit reluctant to part with such a top-notch man.

She twisted her waist, and took a step closer with the glass of wine in her hand: "My lord, have a drink!"

"roll!"

Xuanyuan Chen shouted coldly: "Where are the guards? Please invite Miss Duanfu out."

"Stop shouting, my lord. When Shiyu entered the courtyard, the guards outside the courtyard were empty."

Duan Shiyu smiled and took a sip of the glass of wine.

"My lord must have thought that Duan Qicheng drugged the wine. The wine is not poisonous, but the fox fur on my body has been drugged. Does the lord feel powerless now, but the blood is surging in his body? It's a delicious taste, isn't it?"

Xuanyuan Chen took a step away from her, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly: "Old thing?"

"That's right, the magistrate's wife has nothing to do, I'm the adopted daughter of that old thing, and I've been treated harshly."

Duan Shiyu thought, asking her to accompany those old things and climb up to the current position of prefect step by step, this should be regarded as harsh treatment!
Anyway, if the Eight Kings can be trusted, it will be successful.

Xuanyuan Chen took a step away, and Duan Shiyu took a step closer, slowly bent down, and boldly tore off the belt of the fox fur coat.

Her outer gown was half unbuttoned, and under the light, she was only wearing a thin, semi-transparent gauze under the big fox fur fur, which outlined her exquisite and coquettish body faintly.

It's a man, and his blood boils.

Xuanyuanchen only felt dirty, like looking at a pile of pork.

(End of this chapter)