A Promotion Guide in the Harem

The memory of her first kiss was still so sweet. The cold wind that blew over woke Leng Qiyue from her stupor, causing her to drink another cup of wine in frustration …

"Big sister, that big brother hates it." Dongfang Haotian said angrily.

Leng Qiyue looked at Bai Lan and asked in surprise, "Why do you hate it?"

He frowned and replied, "He hates the way he looks at you, my sister. I'm not allowed to look at anyone alone."

When she heard that, she smiled and said, "You little fool, to have eyes on someone else's face, that is his freedom. "Don't learn to be so tyrannical, big sister doesn't like it."

Dongfang Haotian was still very angry. In the end, he actually carried her and ran back to his room to kiss her …

As Leng Qiyue thought of this, she couldn't help but chuckle. The moment her voice left her mouth, it returned to reality. She gloomily poured all the wine in the bottle into her stomach … She staggered up the waltz...

"Big sister, what kind of dance is this? It's too difficult to dance." Dongfang Haotian was acting shamelessly as he sat on the ground.

Leng Qiyue caressed his face and smiled. "But that way you can hug your big sister."

Once Dongfang Haotian heard that, he immediately jumped up and said, "Oh, come, let's continue." This time, I guarantee that I will not step on big sister's feet again. "

Suddenly, both of them stumbled and fell to the ground laughing out loud …

As Leng Qiyue thought of this, she also began to laugh out loud. In the end, a series of whimpering sounds came from her mouth … She lay on the ground, letting the shattered fragments of the wine bottle pierce her palm. The pain there was incomparable to the pain in her heart … Pure wine turned into tears as it flowed down his face …

Leng Rushuang furrowed her brows as she looked at Leng Qiyue who was lying on the ground. Was this woman crazy? He shook his head, picked up the sleeping man, and carried him to the pharmacy. Her hand was broken. After applying the medicine and wrapping it around his hand, he saw the tears on her face and took off his mask … That ugly scar caused him to suck in a cold breath of air, and he began to caress it with a heartache … Eh? He discovered that the scar could actually peel off, so he decided to just rip it off …

He looked at her flawless face, stunned. This woman, how many secrets do you have? "He couldn't help but laugh. He lowered his head, wanting to taste those full red lips …" "Haotian …" The mumbling coming from Leng Qiyue's mouth … His ice-cold eyes instantly turned ice-cold … In fact … Some emotionless... He grabbed Leng Qiyue's collar and was about to tear it apart...

Sword? When did you put it on your neck? He turned slowly and saw that the man with the sword was smiling bitterly.

"I didn't ask you to take advantage of me entrusting her to you."

"Yes, I know, but I really couldn't control myself just now."

"I will kill you."

"Yes, you can kill me, but I want this woman."

"Is that so? You only want a body? "

"No, I want her heart."

"If you can obtain his heart for one month, then I will disappear forever."

"One month? "Too little."

"Dongfang Haotian only used a month to obtain everything from her. If you can compare with him, then I will bless you."

"Dongfang Haotian?" He's dying. "

"What?"

"Her Majesty won't let him go."

"..." Don't touch her without her heart. This is my advice to you. "

"Alright, I agree."

As Leng Rushuang watched him leave, she felt very upset in her heart. What was so good about this Dongfang Haotian? He could actually get such a beauty. And … That child... Isn't it just a copy of him!?

In his dream … When Leng Qiyue saw Dongfang Haotian, he still extended his arms towards her with a gentle smile. She ran over happily only to discover that Dongfang Yu was lying on his chest. The two of them were actually walking away intimately, no matter how hard she tried to catch up …

"Haotian, don't go!" She woke up from her dream with tears streaming down her face. She hugged her legs, buried her head in them, and cried …

As cold as ice, it was as if someone had ruthlessly grabbed onto her heart. The pain, the dull pain. He did not go forward, but chose to quietly leave. He had to do something, as long as she was happy and the shackles in his heart could be untied …

After an unknown period of time, her son's loud and clear cry could be heard. She quickly got up and found that Big Yellow had already brought her over with a bamboo basket. Picking up the child, he felt another kind of happiness in his heart. Seeing the scars and masks on the ground, she only needed to pick up the mask before losing the scars. She had enough on her body …

Looking at the child who was gulping down big mouthfuls of milk, Leng Qiyue couldn't help but smile. Although she had lost Dongfang Haotian, she had another happiness. "Ah, just call me Little Uncle. Hur Hur, and there's also that old naughty child, the great eunuch."

The child seemed to understand. He chuckled and continued to eat. There was a lot of milk, and the child could not eat it at all. Every day, he would have to squeeze out a little, and that was not a waste. It had grown up a little bit, and was the size of two palms. The most amazing thing was that it had four limbs, a tiger head, and a long tail. It looked just like a little white mouse. He slept in the child's cradle every day, and only when the child woke up did he move, for the child always put him in his mouth.

The child refused to sleep after eating his fill. Just as he was happily playing, he knocked on the door and said, "Yue Er, the Martial Arts Competition this year is about to begin. I'll bring you to see it."

When Leng Qiyue heard this, she ran out with the child in her arms excitedly, "Really? Even ordinary people can see a martial arts competition?"

Leng Rushuang replied with a smile, "This is only the preliminary competition of the capital. If it's a competition outside, it's a competition inside the imperial palace."

Leng Rushuang was indeed from Beijing. She had found a good place where she could sit and drink tea. The previous few matches had been very boring. There was no 'art' to speak of. They were all battles between rich and powerful people in the capital. The situation in the fifth battle was slightly different. The burly man who came up had sharp eyes and was tall and sturdy, just like a practitioner. Then, look at his opponent … Wen Wen was weak and weak, seemingly unable to withstand a single blow. However, it emitted a terrifying power.

"Heh, good knife skill." Icy Cold like Ice praised.

Hearing the praises, Leng Qiyue stuck her head out the window and wanted to take a good look. But when she really did see it clearly, her expression suddenly changed …