“…”

The blue veins on Long Jue's forehead jumped up.

If I want to kill someone to silence you, Yan Qiyu, can you survive until now?

If you don’t leave, I will leave, right?!

The man in black clothes and ink clothes had a cold face, waved his sleeves and left with great strides.

He passed the boy in red who was kneeling on the ground and didn't even look at him.

A certain prince gets out first.

Fenghua seemed to hear Feng Jin's broken voice.

Crackling.

Feng Jin held a bright red robe and stood up on her own, glaring at the tears with resentment, sitting gracefully and lazy at the Eight Immortals table, the woman with a light purple skirt and black hair as white as ink, gritted her teeth: "The princess's words today, Feng Jin has recorded it!"

"You can get out too." Fenghua didn't look squinting, holding chopsticks with her thin white and green hands, casually savoring the table of delicacies.

In a word, let Feng Jin get out... No, it’s not right to leave, it’s not right to stay.

If you stay, you will inevitably suffer humiliation.

Walk?

Wouldn’t it be like her wishes and her word “get out”?

Feng Jinyan's hands under her red sleeves couldn't help but clenched into a fist, and her joints showed a blue-white color.

He stood there, his face changed for a while, and finally got out.

·

Evening, Jinye Pavilion.

The diamond window is half open, and the crescent moon in the sky is bright.

The boy in red leaned on the windowsill with his slender body bent, his legs were bent, his fair and slender hands were placed on his knees, and he was carrying an exquisite jade wine bottle.

He raised his head slightly, raised his hand and took a sip of wine. The clear wine brushed across his delicate jaw and fair Adam's apple, and a crystal clear light was stained with the ends of his eyes.

He was slightly drunk and his stunning and evil face was full of loneliness.

He just likes only one person.

And that person happened to be a man.

What's wrong with him?

"Jin'er." A low magnetic sound rang in my ears.

Feng Jin only thought it was because of the hearing hallucination he had drunk and ignored it.

Long Jue, he actually treated him like this, how could he appear here?

Feng Jin wanted to raise his hand, then raised his head and drank his own sip of wine, but he did not expect that one hand would forcefully grab the bottle of wine, and his tone was quiet and unhappy: "I am here, you dare to drink alone."

After saying that.

The man in the dark clothes and moist clothes held the wine he had snatched from Feng Jin in his hand, aimed it at his thin lips, raised his head slightly and took a sip.

That location happened to be Feng Jin's lips, the place she had just touched.

Feng Jin turned his head in shock, and an unbelievable light of joy flashed in her tears: "Prince..."

Long Jue licked the thin light of water on his lips and praised: "Jin'er's wine tastes wonderful."

The lip licking action made the man's handsome and cold appearance flow out a bit of evil spirit.

Feng Jin felt a little excited.

Somehow, he subconsciously felt that the "stunning taste" that Long Jue praised was not wine, but...he.

Feng Jin's thin body couldn't help but soften, and turned away from her hot face, and said stubbornly: "Didn't the prince pretend to be careful in Jinye Pavilion to think about his life? What are you doing here at Jinye Pavilion at this time?"

"If I don't come tonight, wouldn't Jin'er stay alone in the empty bedroom?" Long Jue's Adam's apple rolled, his thin lips filled with a low and pleasant smile, and he pulled the boy in red to his side.

Feng Jin snorted dissatisfiedly: "What are you alone in the empty bedroom? I am not a woman who describes a woman."

"Yes. Jin'er is not a woman, but Jin'er is the eternal Princess Yong in my mind..."
Chapter completed!