Love in Xuancheng

"What? In the same carriage? Still carrying in?"

The cognition of all the women's families has been bombed unprecedentedly. How can your highness King Ning sit in the same carriage with women? When a woman approaches him within three feet, whoever will be slapped and hugged? How is that possible? This is just a fantasy!

Don't believe it! Hundreds of millions of people don't believe it! I don't believe it!

All the women looked angrily at the girl in purple who was full of rumors.

The girl in purple turned a blind eye and calmly let them see. She firmly believed that her brother's news channel would never be wrong.

"My son's courtiers pay homage to my father. Good day to my father!"

Feng moye walked forward slowly and bowed his hands to greet him. The voice is cold and the face looks like an iceberg. It doesn't look like a father and son who haven't seen each other for many years. It's more appropriate to say that they are enemies.

"Well, I know I'll come back!" the emperor groaned with a black face and dissatisfaction.

"I have a good memory. It's really annoying in some ways!"

Feng moye was too lazy to look up at his superior father, so he walked to his seat while talking, and didn't intend to wait for a seat.

The people at the bottom buried their heads in their chest for fear that they couldn't help smiling. They didn't control their expression and were burned by the emperor's anger.

Memory is too good. In some ways, does it mean remembering to go home? Oh, my God, it's so good this time. Only his highness Ning can think of it, and only his highness Ning dares to say it so frankly.

My highness, your temper is still the same as before... Blow up the sky!

"Rebel!"

The emperor suddenly stood up with a violent drink. The burning eyes flew angrily and split straight into the wind. His clenched hands trembled in his sleeves.

Feng moye is like a nobody, as if the emperor's anger was not provoked by him. It has nothing to do with him at all. He looks like "if you want to stare, stare, whatever you want!" He sat there, pouring and drinking himself.

"Emperor - look at your temper. When can you change it? Aren't you looking forward to shang'er's return? Now you're looking forward to it. Don't be scared away by your temper!"

The voice is as clear and pleasant as a valley and a spring. It has a soothing charm.

Since someone gave him the steps, he was naturally happy.

He gouged out his eyes in hatred and sat down with an angry hum. He glanced at the attendant around him and said faintly, "have a banquet!"

After hearing the sound, the waiter shook, straightened his back and loudly announced and sang "open banquet --"

Drum music, singing and dancing, talking and laughing, pushing cups and changing lamps, is not lively.

The High Emperor sat and drank alone, neither accompanied by his concubines nor attendants or maidservants.

Single shadow alone proud, throw mood alone.

During the banquet, Luo Chen hurried in, attached to Feng moye's ear and said a few words. Feng moye Leng hum, raised his eyes and glanced to the top position.

The emperor held the wine glass, his thoughts turned a thousand times, but his eyes stared at the song and dance in the palace, looking at the person in that seat quietly from time to time.

Leng Buding a beam of cold light came straight over, which made him tremble at the tip of his heart and look back at the past.

Does he know? Look at the expression of the villain... I should have been on guard. The people sent didn't succeed!

The emperor looked at his son and thought to himself.