bad bad prince unbridled love

Chapter 12

Feng Qing turned around, and saw the man in black sitting under the half-open window.

The clothes were more gorgeous than the ones he usually wore, with exquisite embroidery on the cuffs, hem, waist and neckline.

The black brocade belt inlaid with gold inlaid around his waist outlines his well-proportioned and muscular body, and his jet-black hair is tied high with a small white jade hollowed-out gold crown.

The cold moonlight came in from the window and poured on his body, making him even more magnificent, like an exile.

The breeze blew by, and the two strands of hair on his forehead fluttered with the wind, appearing quite light.

Feng Qingqing looked a little crazy, and then saw that on the pear-blossom dressing table, several red begonias were dazzlingly inserted in the azure-glazed vase.

On a whim, Feng Qing folded a flower, and walked cautiously in front of Xuanyuan Mujing.

Xuanyuan Mujing's slender hands rested on the window sill, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he just quietly looked at her and the crabapple flower in her hand.

Although Haitang is beautiful, it is not one ten-thousandth as beautiful as her.

Xuanyuan Mujing thought about it, but saw Feng Qing leaning towards him on tiptoe, her ears felt cold, and something was pinned on it.

He frowned slightly, but did not open his mouth to blame.

Feng Qingqing's hands were still on the ends of his hair, and the pretty begonias were pinned to Xuanyuan Mujing's ears, which didn't seem out of harmony, but made his face softer.

She landed on her heels, looked at the man in front of her in a daze, and opened her mouth unconsciously.

"Ziheng, has anyone told you that you are very, very good-looking, so that I will be full just by looking at you."

"Why?"

"Because you are beautiful and delicious."

Feng Qingqing's playful smile was not like the reserved appearance in front of him in the past.

Xuanyuan Mujing raised his brows slightly, and the corners of his mouth smiled even wider.

Seeing that Xuanyuan Mujing was silent, she continued to speak on her own.

"Look at this crabapple flower on your head, it looks much better than growing on a tree. If you were a woman, the beggars would be lined up ten miles away..."

As Feng Qingqing was talking, the smile on his face suddenly sank.With a buzzing sound in his head, he woke up.

What did she do just now, that she dared to flirt with the Prince Regent openly?
"Jiu... Zi... Zi Heng, I was wrong." Feng Qing stammered and apologized.

Realizing that his overstepping behavior had made him unhappy, Feng Yun reached out and took off the begonia from his ear temples, thinking of throwing it away quickly.

The man's slender hands tightly wrapped her small hands holding the flowers, stopping her throwing movements.

Then the crabapple in his hand somehow got into his hands, and the man carefully pinned the flower on Feng Qingqing's bun.

His eyes were burning, and he said to her solemnly: "Qingqing, the garden is full of spring scenery, and it's not even one ten-thousandth of yours."

Feng Qingqing's cheeks instantly turned red like ripe persimmons, her eyes became erratic, and she shyly stirred the corners of her clothes.

He's too good at talking.

Xuanyuan Mujing's eyes were too aggressive, she was suddenly nervous and frightened, and moved one foot back cautiously.

Just as he was about to evacuate, Xuanyuan Mujing hugged his waist.

Feng Qingqing's eyes suddenly widened.

"Zi...Zi Heng, are you here tonight for something?" Feng Qingqing's heart was already in suspense, and she wanted to interrupt the inexplicable ambiguous atmosphere.

"I'm here to date you!" Xuanyuan Mujing spoke concisely: "Or, it can also be called a night party!"

Feng Qingqing almost dropped her jaw in shock.

Night... night party?
"You told me that you can come to Feng's house to see you. I think what you mean is that I should pursue you in a normal way. You said that I have good looks, but Gaefeng said that people rely on clothes, so I changed my clothes and came here. Are you happy to see you?"

Xuanyuan Mujing explained a few words unprecedentedly, although his tone was still as strong as ever, but when it fell into Feng Qingqing's ears, he felt a little hot in his heart.

Did he deliberately dress up to look like her?

People say that a woman is one who pleases herself, but Xuanyuan Mujing dresses up deliberately to please her?
"Huanxi, I am very happy, Ziheng looks good in anything, even if he doesn't wear it." Feng Qing blurted out.

"Huh?" The expression on the man's face was stunned for a moment, and then he evoked a charming smile that could make people drunk: "If I don't wear it, it's to show fairness, and Qingqing won't wear it either!"

A wind exuding an elegant bamboo fragrance came over, and Feng Qingqing was already hugged by Xuanyuan Mujing.

The man's big palm came over, pulled off her coat neatly, threw it aside, and began to pull her shirt: "I knew that the date Qingqing wanted was to "meet you honestly" with me. Even if I wait a little longer, I am willing..."

He stepped forward too fast, before Feng Qingqing could react, she was already pressed down on the table by him.

(End of this chapter)