Mysterious emperor's little wild concubine

"I have admired the prince for a long time." The dancer's eyes are full of water, but her tone is very shy.

No one in the east country doesn't like the big prince.

He is the most promising person to become the next emperor. She knows that she is not worthy of her status. She can be a concubine.

If Mu yun'an was here, he would sigh that this dancer and Xiao Yan who came last night are not of the same level.

There was a breeze, and the dancer's hair was waving, and the fragrance filled the room.

The dancer raised her hand as if to touch the shoulder of emperor Yanqing.

I really don't know. Have all the guards outside today been eaten by dogs?

No matter what kind of people are put in.

Emperor Yanqing looks coldly at the dancer in front of her.

From small to large, many people want to climb into his bed.

It's the first one who is so blatant and eager to die.

Although he doesn't like to attack the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, he has a temper.

When the dancer's hand was about to touch diyanqing, diyanqing hated the long sleeves. The dancer only felt a strong wind blowing, and diyanqing didn't even touch her. She was pushed out a few meters away, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

It's not a heavy fall, but it's not a light one. She's torn a lot of clothes after such a fall.

But emperor Yanqing didn't look at it.

When Zhuqing pushed the door in, she saw such a scene.

A dancer dressed very cool sat on the ground, looking at di Yanqing's direction in panic and pity, while Di Yanqing picked up the pen and continued to practice calligraphy.

The candle is green.

It's over. He thinks it's a big deal.

I don't know where the dancer got the courage to set up the bodyguard in the middle of the night in an attempt to do something wrong with her master.

"Master, I'll take her away." Candle green bent down, a hand to grasp the dancer's arm, effortlessly dragged her away.

A few steps to the door, just as the candle was relieved that he had escaped, the voice of his master came from behind.

"Go down and get the punishment yourself."

"Yes..." Zhuqing was depressed.

This is really his dereliction of duty, let everyone into the master's bedroom.

Think of here, the candle green stares at a dance Ji, the strength of the hand also more impolite.

He's a rough man, and he doesn't have any pity for jade.

Even if there is a little, the punishment is almost enough.

Although it was dark, the guards of the prince's mansion were still on patrol.

Although they don't chew their tongues everywhere, they all see Zhu Qing, the bodyguard of the master, coming out of the master's bedroom with an untidy woman.

I can't help but scold. There are so many people who want to hook up with their master. It's the first one who is so shameless. It's really the people from those places

After Zhuqing dragged the dancer away, she felt that the whole world was quiet.

Emperor Yanqing continued to write and practice calligraphy.

It's as if nothing just happened.

All of a sudden, his writing hand suddenly stopped on the rice paper, and there appeared a mass of ink dots. The character was destroyed.

Emperor Yanqing gradually frowned, put down the pen, and then closed his eyes.

There was a mocking smile in the corner of his mouth.

It seems that the dancer just now is also a tricky one. I know that he won't drink her stewed soup, except for the smell in the soup

It's also fortified.