Little Phoenix Loves Her Martial Uncle

"Shut up Childe sincerely drinks lightly, she must be intentional, the deep palace inner courtyard of the wind country, he is originally the enemy country that is under house arrest.

At the moment of choosing between life and death, if you are found hiding someone else, you will make a fuss, turn over the storm, and can't walk easily.

Feng Qinghua looks at him with a light smile. This kind of Childe Jin is much more fun than usual.

Obviously very angry, but there is no way, can only let her hold, look a little stiff, like a good woman who was teased.

"Yes, young master, let's have a rest early." Fortunately, the palace people outside didn't pay much attention, so they took the door and went out.

After a while, there was no sound outside.

Feng Qinghua is still greedy for the light pear flower fragrance on his body. The next moment, he is pushed away from him by the childe.

Feng Qinghua, who was totally unprepared, almost fell to the ground by accident. She turned her lips and said, "you are really good at breaking bridges."

A woman didn't realize that it was her own trouble. With a sly smile on her lips, she began to take off her shoes.

"What are you going to do?" Looking at her movements, the young master had an unexpected premonition.

In the twinkling of an eye, the embroidered shoes had already been taken off by her, and then she jumped on them. The latter answered naturally: "what else can I do on the couch? Of course, I'm sleeping!"

It's right to go to bed for sleeping, but this is his bed!

Such a shameless woman, even in the beauty is also in vain, the childe with a little disgust flashed away, but was the sharp eyed Feng Qinghua pulled back.

It seems that the young master has no power to bind a chicken. The beauty has the courage to stand in the way of ten thousand men alone.

This result, of course, is needless to say

"Let go." The childe pushes her with his hands and feet disorderly. They are rolling on the couch together. I don't know when their long hair is entangled. It's hard to separate them.

Feng Qinghua's coat slipped to the ground unconsciously, and her hands did not dig a silk to press the former's arms. She complained: "I don't want to put it down. You've already left me. I'm finished. I have to be rough."

Suddenly cold sweat dripping, Tangtang childe has always been a kind of non cannibal fireworks, how ever was a little woman forced here.

Seeing her pounce down, the childe's eyes were angry and disdainful. All kinds of looks flashed by, and there was a trace of shyness, although it was only a very quick moment.

But by Feng Qing Hua easily capture, not from tease a way: "Qing Zhi, you should not be shy?"

"Shameless!" All kinds of tastes filled my heart in a moment. It was almost the day that his expression changed the most in the past ten years. The young master pushed her aside. The latter let go, and his weak and boneless body easily rolled into the inner side of the Jin couch.

He stretched out his sleeves and refused to let go. His eyes were smiling and charming. Today, his royal highness is not so cheerful.

Looking at her innocent smile as a child, but it makes life not angry, just like she is just playing.

The young master is not in to see, she wants to turn over but rise, the temple outside suddenly of noisy get up.

Sharp male voice, in the quiet night, appears particularly clear.

"The young master has already rested. Please stay, Princess Ning Lan!"

"Ninglan group leader, you can't go in!"

The Feng Ning Lan of a body brocade clothes iron heart general, ignore public obstruct, straight broke in.

The Liufeng hall is not so lively. Feng Qinghua is thinking about what to do.

In front of a black, so big brocade was covered her whole person, suddenly breathless urgency, let her instinctive struggle: "what are you doing, even if you don't want to, also can't suffocate me?"

The childe who was thousands of miles away from her was lying beside her: "someone is coming. Don't make any noise."

A little thought, she fengqinghuatang a long princess, nothing to do success, was caught in bed, really shameful point is very, but had no choice but to cover her head.

Her body is really small, cover in brocade quilt bottom, can't see is two people.

The door of the hall "creaks" and is forced to open. The wind blows the veil of the hall and flies in the open hall, covering up all kinds of absurdity above the couch.

The seemingly weak Ning Lan Princess rushes in all the way, but no one can stop her.

It can be seen that the explosive power of crazy women in love is extremely amazing.

"Childe, Ning Lan Princess she..." palace maidservant slightly flustered came forward to explain, the voice because of trot after slightly sharp.

"Just go down first." This body side still lies a, childe sincerely still keep indifferent without wave tone.

The palace maidservant angrily looked at the weak and helpless Feng Ning Lan and then retreated.

His waist long hair was stained with drizzle, and he was still slightly undulating in front of his chest. It was obvious that he was running too fast and he was very angry. Feng Ning Lan bit his lip and called softly: "childe..."

This sound can really be said to be Huang Ying's first cry, but it can be repeated for three days. A man's heart itches when he hears it. When he sees her like this, he wants to rub it into his arms and have a good love.

But this childe is not an ordinary man. Money and beauty can't make waves in his eyes.

"Childe..." Feng Ning Lan's face was slightly red, and she bowed her head slightly, with a little bit of the special coquettishness of a young woman. Her long skirt reached the ground, and then she slowly stepped forward and crossed the layers of veil.

There is a slight uneasiness in my heart, but my highness only has childe Jin. In my heart, such a good time is her last chance.

The young master is just about to stop her from coming forward. Seeing that she is about to come in, the paper can't hold fire. Maybe my life's freedom is due to the failure of the woman on her side. Her heart beats faster and her strength increases when she pulls Feng Qinghua's hand.

"It hurts!" Feng Qinghua complains in a low voice, and her hands and feet move dishonestly.

"Shut up if you don't want to die!" The young master stretched out his hand and quickly blocked her mouth. Fortunately, there was still a distance between them, and only two people could hear the whisper.

Feng Ning Lan takes a small step, and her figure keeps approaching. Both of them have their hearts in their voices

Fortunately, Feng Ning Lan's jade feet stopped in front of the last layer of gauze curtain of the soft couch, and their hearts were immediately relieved.

Feng Qinghua is secretly changing her breath. After listening to the veil, the woman slowly says, "young master... Ning Lan has known you for ten years. From the moment you lifted Ning Lan from the front of Chang'an hall, Ning Lan has been devoted to you. She believes that this life is not for you to marry, and she will not change until she dies. Ning Lan risks the world's great injustice and rushes into Liuyun hall at night. She just wants to ask you a question..."

The beauty's voice is like the first cry of a yellow warbler, and her body is like a weak willow near the river, but she doesn't know that her so-called behavior of risking the world's great injustice is really a little different from that of the girl who is lying on the side of the young master.

Suddenly, Feng Qinghua stood up in the quilt. She listened very carefully and sighed: "this girl is in trouble when she says something. What do you want to ask, you should ask directly!"!!!