It’s a little better for Feng Jinxin.

The prince is finally aiming at himself.

Fenghua finished drinking a bowl of ginseng and deer antler soup, Mingzhu handed over the brocade and pressed the corners of her lips, and said with a smile on her face, "The prince is worried too much."

Long Jue thought Fenghua was giving in to him.

Last night, when the nominal Princess Yong caught the scene of him having sex with Feng Jin's skin, Long Jue felt embarrassed and a little apology hidden.

Therefore, he didn't mind giving Yan Qiyu some face in front of others.

But if Yan Qiyu wanted to be arrogant and bully Feng Jin with a better time, Long Jue would never allow it.

Fortunately, Yan Qiyu is not that ignorant.

Long Jue said: "It's good that the princess knows how to behave."

"This princess is the legitimate Princess Yong of the Yong Palace in the Yulong Kingdom. Young Master Feng Jin is just a male favorite who warms the bed. You are destined to be without a name or no distinction after following the prince in this life..."

Fenghua raised his eyebrows and smiled, and his eyes were filled with stunning sharpness. He tore the fig leaf between Long Juefengjin and his two lyrics, and elegantly stripped Fengjin torn off the bones:

"Carrel with him?"

She sneered casually and said contemptuously: "I really lost my identity as a princess."

Feng Jin's little face suddenly turned pale as snow, and tears filled his beautiful eyes. He asked with a slight lingering and despised Feng Jin so much?"

Feng Huaying's white fingertips flicked the blue and white porcelain bowl on the table. He heard the "Ding" sound of a crisp and clear voice, smiled and asked, "Slightly? I'm just telling the truth. You are a mere male favorite, can you be a despised by this princess deliberately slander you?"

"Young Master Feng Jin, call you "Young Master". That's the princess who gave you face. Do you understand?"

The implication is that you don’t be shameless.

Her Majesty the Queen whispered a male favorite, like a sharp knife, inserted into Feng Jinxin.

Crazy-

Dripping blood.

Everyone was shocked.

Unexpectedly, this young master Feng Jin, who claims to be the prince's counselor and lives in Prince Yong's mansion, turns out to be the prince's...a male favorite!

In fact, there are still traces to follow.

For example, this young master Feng Jin looks like a boy and a girl, with an overly stunning and terrifying appearance and an overly gentle posture.

For example, Mr. Feng Jin often discusses matters with the prince until midnight, either in Qianjue Pavilion, Jinye Pavilion, or in the study.

For example...

When I looked at the boy in red again, my eyes inevitably had some strange colors.

The princess is tearing the boy and mistress in her hand!

Princess V587!

Long Jue raised his sleeve and slapped the table heavily. His cold and handsome face was cold and sharp. He looked around and brought the expressions of the people into his eyes. His expression became more sinister and he shouted angrily: "Yan Qiyu, don't talk nonsense! I and Feng Jinqing are innocent!"

The chrysanthemums are bursting for you, but you still dare to tell lies to me with my eyes open?

Her Majesty the Queen is also very impressed.

She smiled slightly and said nothing, "Your Majesty, you are right."

A very careless answer.

Let Long Jue be angry.

At the same time, a feeling of powerlessness arises in my heart.

If it weren't for his need for the power of Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, Yan Qiyu would not have died...

The man in the dark clothes and ink clothes flicked his sleeves coldly: "Yan Qiyu, come back to your worship garden for me!"

roll?

I won't.

How about you, Prince, show it?
Chapter completed!