The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 238 This king's is not yours
Two days later, a black lacquered flat-topped carriage and a luxurious carriage with emerald green cover and pearl tassels stopped in front of Xie's mansion.

Hei Yu stood upright behind Qi Jinghuan, his expression slightly restrained, and he said in a low voice: "My lord, the sixth lord and Mr. Yuan should be on the way now."

Qi Jinghuan leaned wantonly on the carriage, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he let out a muffled grunt, which seemed to be in response to Hei Yu's words.

His dark eyes only fell on the slender beauty who walked out of the gate of Xie Mansion.

Xie Wanrong came out with Qi Jinghuan in a legitimate way this time, who made her the Ninth Princess bestowed by the Holy Spirit.

Qinglian followed closely behind with her luggage on her back, and suddenly raised her eyes carefully to look at the Ninth Prince who looked like a divine residence. The dazzling light hit him. , handsome, but with just one glance, she immediately lowered her head, not daring to look again.

Xie Wanrong changed into a light purple embroidered skirt today with folded branches and flowers, her black hair hangs down her shoulders, and a purple-gold hairpin is pinned to the side of her bun, which is very charming when brushing against the willows.

She glanced up and down Qi Jinghuan's outfit today with a pair of almond eyes, and she couldn't help joking: "What did you do to please me, to please me like this."

He knew that she liked to see him in moon-white clothes.

Isn't this tempting her to commit a crime?

The smile in the corners of Qi Jinghuan's eyes gradually deepened, his slender arms embraced Xie Wanrong, and he glanced at Heiyu, who took Qinglian into the previous carriage knowingly.

Well, his deep and seductive voice whispered next to her ear: "Then it seems to be effective?"

Xie Wanrong frowned slightly, pretending to ponder: "A little bit."

Qi Jinghuan's deep laughter came from behind him, he led her into the carriage, and the shaft of the carriage began to roll.

The carriage they were riding in had a sixth-rank dragon horse, while the other carriage arranged by Qi Jinghuan was just an ordinary maned horse.

So even with Ryoma, their speed had to be slowed down.

The red gold spacious carriage has everything in it, a set of Hetian white jade teacups are placed on the red sandalwood and gold table, and beside the teacups is an eight-legged incense burner with a faint fragrance.

Qi Jinghuan leaned gracefully on the soft cattail couch, hooked his slender and fair fingers: "Wan'er, come here."

Xie Wanrong leaned closer to him, one step ahead of him and said: "Didn't the Sixth Prince also accompany you this time?"

"They will go for a day first, and then we will meet in Jingzhou." Qi Jinghuan played with a strand of her black hair and wrapped it between his fingers, "The next day will be the competition at Yunyin Villa, do you regret it?"

"I don't regret it, anyway, the road ahead is full of dangers, and I can accumulate a lot of experience." The reason why she decided to participate in the competition was to accumulate actual combat experience, and she smiled instead: "I have made breakthroughs in the past few days. Tier [-] warrior."

After a pause, she stared at a pair of black and white almond eyes: "Don't look down on my low spiritual cultivation."

"Silly girl, your spiritual cultivation is not low at all. The spiritual power of the five elements, who dares to say that you are low." Qi Jinghuan couldn't help but tap the tip of her nose lightly: "Do you know that your advanced speed is even faster than basic level?" Kings are envious."

Xie Wanrong raised his eyelids, and lightly pinched his arm: "You should be an eighth-rank martial artist now, and you still make fun of me."

There are only a handful of people in the Southern Xia Continent who can reach the eighth rank martial master in less than the year of the weak crown.

What's more, there is also high-level mental power, these two are crushed every minute, let alone gathered together.

"Huh? This king's is not yours." He put his hand on her shoulder calmly, and his thin lips curled up wantonly.

"Wait!" Xie Wanrong's eyes suddenly brightened, and he was sitting up, "Ah Huan, what did you say just now? Jingzhou?!"

　The Beijing chapter is almost over here~~ The author of the next plot promises that it will definitely be more exciting~~~ The thread buried before is slowly being uncovered~~ Meh~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)