The sturdy favorite concubine: the remnant king is coming to the bowl

Chapter 20 Presumptuous, the two secretly compete

Feng Qianya raised her eyebrows lightly like a painting, and squinted at him at a 45-degree angle, "Don't ask so many questions, go and come back quickly, I hope that within half a cup of tea, you can show up in front of me with what I want ,otherwise……"

Feng Qianya glanced at his lower body with sharp eyes, "Don't take your gun."

"Gun?" Feng Ying looked at Feng Qianya who had entered the hall in astonishment, N question marks appeared on his head, but then he thought of Feng Qianya's order, and he dared not be negligent in the slightest. He left with a bang.

As soon as Feng Qianya walked into the hall, a teasing voice with sarcasm came into her ears, "My lord, I thought that Princess Shengqing knew that you came to the palace of Shengqing, and she didn't dare to come out to meet people. Princess Qing's face...hehe..."

Hearing Xuanyuan Yihong's side concubine's words, Feng Qianya didn't look sideways, her lips still kept a gorgeous smile, and walked directly in front of Xuanyuan Mochen. In the middle, a buttocks unceremoniously sat on Xuanyuan Mochen's legendary "disabled" leg, wrapped his slender hands around his neck, put his lips together and lightly tapped his scarlet lips, "Good morning, baby."

Xuanyuan Mochen's coquettish phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and they were tightly locked. The woman who sat on his lap boldly, with a smile like a flower, held her slender waist with her big white hands. With a little force, Feng Qianya felt a burst of pain coming from her waist. Feeling the pain, she raised her lips and smiled, the hand that hooked his neck forcefully, strangled him tightly, and at the same time, Xuanyuan Mochen also felt a burst of suffocation.

In the eyes of Xuanyuan Yihong and his side concubine, the postures of Xuanyuan Mochen and Feng Qianya are extremely ambiguous, they seem to be gluey like knees, very affectionate, but in fact the two are secretly competing.

"Feng Qianya, I will remember your presumptuousness last night, don't think that I will just let you go." Xuanyuan Mochen lowered his head behind Feng Qianya's ear and whispered in a voice that she could only hear As she spoke, her cold and harsh tone seemed to pierce Feng Qianya's eardrums.

"Oh? I'll wait." Feng Qianya approached behind his ear courteously, speaking in a voice that he could only hear, and lightly bit his earlobe jokingly.

"You..." Because of her actions, Xuanyuan Mochen's body trembled, as if he was being shocked by an electric shock. Complicated emotions surged in his coquettish phoenix eyes, and the special fragrance of her body lingered in his nose, which made his heart feel momentary. lost.

At this time, the two people who had been completely ignored spoke out unwillingly.

"My lord, it's a good thing that you retired. You can see how affectionate the sixth younger brother and his new concubine are. Even the concubine is envious when he sees it. This confirms the saying that the people in the imperial city say, that a fool deserves a crippled king. match."

Hearing this, Feng Qianya felt a pain in her waist, the big hand resting on her waist intensified, she raised her eyes, and she met Xuanyuan Mochen's light brown eyes that were holding back her anger, There was a faint air of murder, and his unparalleled handsome face was tense, as if covered with a thousand-year-old frost.

Pursing her lips and smiling, Feng Qianya put her pink lips behind his ear, and said in a low voice: "Holding it all the time is not the best way."

Hearing her words, Xuanyuan Mochen's heart was shaken, her coquettish phoenix eyes locked onto her smiling face, the light brown pupils were like a vast ocean, surging with huge waves, and in just a moment, it returned to calm, a vast deep pool It's so profound.

(End of this chapter)