Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 224

To say that this vase beauty, Feng Nuanyang is well-deserved, everyone knows that this Princess Changping is the number one beauty in Fengyuan, her daughter naturally inherited her beauty, but this Princess Changle has a beautiful face, but no A beauty's IQ, for a Su Yixuan, she doesn't even want her face.

Although no scandal has been reported in the past year, her scandal has long been known to every household in Fengyuan, and it has been treated as a joke for a while.

Cui Yunling looked at the dazed woman next to her, she smiled slightly, and said softly: "What is Miss Nuanyang going to perform tonight?"

Feng Nuanyang was stunned for a moment, his eyes met those clear eyes, and his heart was suffocated. He obviously didn't provoke them, but they continued to trouble her one after another.

The continuous uproar made Concubine Xian's eyes flash with joy, and she said: "Since we have performed, Nuan Yang should also perform for everyone."

Feng Nuanyang took a light breath, calmed down, and stood up slowly: "Yes."

"However, please allow me to go down and prepare first," her voice was soft and solemn, with a serious look.

Concubine Xian nodded, "Go." She wanted to see what tricks she could play. After today, she wanted to make Feng Nuanyang's stigma even higher. Pluto belonged to her daughter Annan, so no one would think about it. fight!

Feng Nuanyang went directly to change into a men's attire, picked up a sword, and walked onto the stage.

Her lips are red and her teeth are white, and her facial features are beautiful. Even if she wears men's clothes, she can't hide her feminine beauty. Freshen up.

"I want to ask Miss Cui to play a song for me," Feng Nuanyang held the sword, without any panic, his calm and steady eyes fell on Cui Yunling's face.

"That's good," Cui Yunling's mouth curled up. It was the first time I saw such an interesting girl. She is not a stingy person. Since she wants to help, she will help, but how well she cooperates depends on the Princess Changle. It's up to me.

When the sound of the zither sounded again, Feng Nuanyang danced with her sword in her hands. Her posture was chic, as flexible as a dragon swimming, as graceful and soft as a crane. With the tone, she relaxed and relaxed. There was always a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, and a pair of dark eyes were shining in the light. Shining under the reflection of the sky, it is more dazzling and beautiful than the stars in the sky.

Ming Qianjue was standing on the high top floor, her dark eyes were fixed on the flying figure, her heart tightened slightly as she jumped up and down, for fear that she would touch the wound, but her heart couldn't stop. Trembling, eyes locked on her greedily.

"Hey, this little cousin is not only good at cooking, but also good at sword dancing. This figure is so graceful, it's just..." Feng Yuanche's mind was empty, and he suddenly felt that he couldn't find any adjectives. Fei's figure, then looked at the dark eyes of the man next to him, the dark tide flowing in those eyes, and his trembling hand clenched by the window, he shook his head: "The disease is terminally ill, there is no cure!"

"Third Prince, the dinner party is about to begin. Your Majesty asked the servants to invite you to come over as soon as possible," a young eunuch suddenly walked in and reported respectfully.

Feng Yunche beckoned, waved back, then turned around and patted Ming Qianjue on the shoulder: "Don't look, the old man is here to remind you."

But Ming Qianjue was unmoved, his eyes still stayed on the white figure, and a wave of emotion rose in his heart at this moment. The normally carefree girl did not expect such a pretty scene, and he suddenly found that he was so cute Lucky, so lucky, I met her and held her in her best years.

(End of this chapter)