Concubine Ning, one of the emperor's love

Chapter 21
It's natural and comfortable, and it's Wen Qi's liking to deceive people into going to heaven and earth to disrupt the world.

There was a lot of commotion in Weiyang Palace, the moon was already on the top of the willow, Wen Qi patted his sleeves for dust, went back to the house, raised his feet, jumped on tiptoe, and jumped three feet of Weiyang Palace's palace wall.

In the darkness, the verdant figure climbed and jumped several times, and a cheerful little tune was faintly heard.

"Which palace are you from?"

Deep, full-bodied, and overwhelming, it is frightening.

Behind him is a man's voice.

The tune suddenly stopped, Wen Qi frowned, let go, rolled down the palace wall, turned over on all fours, got up, rubbed the ashes, and bowed like a dog: "The servant is from Chang Yu's palace."

This is someone's usual method of diverting disasters to the east.

The Ji family, the Su family, and another King Chang Yu, she is very happy about the deeds of fearing the world will not be chaotic.

A certain person was thinking about that extravagant thought, when a man came jokingly, he smiled coldly: "Oh? Why are there so many slaves like you in this palace?"

The corners of Wen Qi's mouth twitched, his face turned dark, and he really wanted to scold his mother: Fuck you!
God called a thunder on the ground?Did the horse call the teacher to die before he died?
Fuck that's it!Can it be any worse?
Damn it, her back hurts, she bent over, she wanted to drill a hole, gritted her teeth, opened her lips, and laughed: "My lord, you are so forgetful, this slave understands, understands."

The man's voice was deep and cold: "Raise your head."

Tone, no temperature, no emotion.

Taciturn and expressionless, he is King Changyu of Great Yan, Yan Xiaoyu.

There is a rumor in the market: the general with cold noodles.

Wen Qi raised her eyes, and squinted them under the dim light. She had a handsome face with sharp edges and corners, the corners of her lips were tightly pursed, her brows were serious, and there was a bottomless pool in her eyes.

Yo, Gao Leng noodle stall!
Wen Qi raised her eyes, and was very cunning: "The palace lantern is too dark, so the lord can't see clearly, right?" The corners of her lips raised, with a smirk, "Your servant, please come closer."

After the words fell, he raised his foot, took a step, and suddenly pounced, his five fingers turned into claws, he couldn't make any moves, he couldn't tell the rules, he was fighting for speed, and he was ruthless.

So caught off guard, Yan Xiaoyu was too late to draw his sword, and confronted the woman with bare hands.

Unexpectedly, with a turn of the porcelain white fingertip aimed at the heart, the little man Linghui turned sideways, slipped past Yan Xiaoyu's palm, flipped around, hooked the man's neck, and strangled hard.

Missing a move, stepping back step by step, Yan Xiaoyu's throat was restrained, Yan Xiaoyu's eyes suddenly sank, before he could think, he raised his hand, gathered a lot of internal strength, and made a second move, which was about to strike.

Next to his ear, a woman suddenly whispered and smiled: "My lord, have you seen the appearance of this servant?" She hooked his neck, and approached him from behind, breathing heavily in his earlobe, that voice, scratching like a cat, "Or should the slave be closer?"

The ear, as if being scratched, numb and itchy.

This cat disturbs the mind.

Yan Xiaoyu was stunned, and let the orchid-like breath linger on her neck.

It was such an absent-minded moment, the person on the back suddenly exerted strength, hugged Yan Xiaoyu's neck and turned over, then kicked out, unbiased, kicked the palace lantern hanging on the wall, facing straight, stabbing Yan Xiaoyu's body eye.

In an instant, he reversed his palm wind and attacked the drawn palace lantern, loosening the delicate fingers around his neck.

boom--

The palace lanterns are all broken.

Almost at the same time, those porcelain white fingers brushed against his face.

Suddenly, in the darkness, Yan Xiaoyu brushed across the side of his face, burning and stinging. In the dark night, there was only the sound of the wind, accompanied by the woman's chuckle, and gradually moved away. The clear and lingling voice spread out, tantalizing: " It's a pity, it's too dark, the lord can't see the beauty of the servant, I think I'm going to tickle the lord tonight."

(End of this chapter)