Mysterious emperor's little wild concubine

It's time to go to the prince's mansion, otherwise it will be very difficult to move to the old lady's backyard tomorrow and sneak out in the middle of the night.

Night is thick, a black figure slowly close to the Prince Mansion.

Since she can practice it, her lightness skill has come back a little.

It's not a problem to fly over the walls.

What mu yun'an doesn't know is that a good play is playing in the prince's mansion at the moment.

As a result of this evening's agreement with the little wild cat, Emperor Yanqing did not rest or sleep, but practiced calligraphy on his desk.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Emperor Yanqing's eyebrows moved. After thinking about it, he said, "come in."

A woman in a red dress came in with a tray.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was very charming, "prince, I have stewed tonic Soup for you. It's dark. The prince should pay attention to rest. "

Emperor Yanqing looked at the visitor and frowned. After thinking for a while, he remembered that this person seemed to be one of the dancers Yang Wei had given him a while ago.

The dancer, to put it mildly, is a dancer raised by the nobility. To put it mildly, it's no different from those in the kiln.

This evening's

"Get out." Emperor Yanqing glanced at her and spoke coldly.

The dancer came with a tray like she didn't hear.

With her graceful posture, every step has its own style

As she approached, Emperor Yanqing could see clearly that the material on the dancer's body was poor, and she wanted to refuse to wear a thin veil outside.

There is a little wind blowing in, raising the gauze on her body, a fragrance into the nostrils of emperor Yanqing.

There are only two possibilities to send him soup this evening. One is to assassinate him, and the other is to be a princess.

This dancer was given to him by Yang Wei, so the possibility of the first one is not great.

"The big prince..." Wuji came over with a tray, but she didn't dare to be too presumptuous. She stopped three meters away from the big prince.

A look up, eyes are full of water, really want to say still rest, a good look of pity.

I have to say that this dancer is really beautiful and has a good figure.

The person Yang Wei looks at naturally is not bad. Looking at her small face and her watery eyes, in the middle of the night, I'm afraid a man can't stand the stimulation.

However, Emperor Yanqing is not a man.

Oh no, Emperor Yanqing is not an ordinary man.

Emperor Yanqing put down his pen, because he was waiting for the little wild cat to come, so he didn't close the window. He looked out of the window, and there was no movement.

"Don't let me say it a third time. Get out." Tone more cool thin, not attracted to the appearance, eyes did not give a.

This dancer is challenging his patience.

The dancer put the tray on the next table, and the light gauze on her body was only tied loosely with a thin belt.

If she moves a little bigger, the belt will loosen.

The dancer smiles and flatters her. She stares at emperor Yanqing and walks slowly towards him.

Every step is accompanied by the sound of the bell on her anklet, which is very clear.

When she came to diyanqing, the fragrance fell on diyanqing's face again.

Emperor Yanqing frowned. Although this man was sent in by Yang Wei, he was so ignorant. Don't blame him for his impoliteness.