The gorgeous voices of male and female are dyed with a little cool charm.

Long Jue turned around.

I saw a slender figure in a silver-purple robe with gorgeous clothes, with red lips and red lips, stunning face, and icy skin and jade bones.

But it is not as soft and delicate as Feng Jin. Instead, the faint eyebrows and eyes that look down on the world for no reason reveal a noble attitude of looking down on the world.

A completely different style from Feng Jin.

Compared to the beauty of the person in front of him, Feng Jin's color can be said to be... suddenly became light.

Unfortunately, he is a castrator.

Otherwise, how crazy the women in the world are.

Long Jue thought with regret.

He asked, "I wonder what is important if Jiu Qiansui suddenly called me to stop him?"

He was born with a cold tone, but he was very polite.

This Jiu Qiansui is a great celebrity in front of his father. As the prince who has not yet decided on the victory or defeat in this battle for the throne of imperial power, Long Jue naturally cannot be arrogant and offended Ning Jiuque.

In the royal family, sometimes, their relatives are not as good as those of a...dog slave.

However, Long Jue's eyes just now made him realize that His Highness Yong was a nine thousand-year-old with a broken sleeve, and a strong murderous intent emerged in his heart.

He was already guilty of the crime completely without His Highness Yong himself.

Ning Jiuque's beautiful phoenix eyes flashed with extremely cold cold light, and his elixir lips raised a hint of resentment and said slowly:

"The emperor ordered Feng Jin, a counselor of the Yong Palace, to be hung with a palace gate without covering his body. He was suspected of being insulted and insulting the power of the Dragon Kingdom. He specially ordered me to bring him back and wait for the emperor to give him a speech."

Every time Ning Jiuque fell a word, Feng Jin, who was struck by Long Jue, had a little white face.

In sharp contrast to the pure black robe that covered the body.

It also became more and more pitiful.

Ning Jiuque smiled and said in a cold tone: "The prince can leave, but this young master Feng Jin has to stay and join me to report to the emperor."

Long Jue's face was slightly dark, and he pursed his lips and said, "I will go with Feng Jin."

Ning Jiuque raised his delicate and stunning eyebrows, but did not refuse, "I am happy with the prince."

It seems that His Highness Yong is really in love with Feng Jin. He knows that he will definitely bear the anger of his emperor...

Feng Jin was carried into the palace by Long Jue all the way.

When Feng Jin was hung on the wall of the palace, there was no clothing on her body and not even a pair of underwear left. Fenghua naturally would not be kind enough to leave a pair of shoes for him.

Walk all the way from the gate of the palace to the imperial study where the palace was reading memorials. If you don’t have shoes, these feet will definitely be destroyed.

Long Juele regretted his sweetheart, so he had to carry him into the palace first.

However, after all, I feel that the shape of the two big men is very inappropriate.

Before seeing the emperor, Long Jue spoke, "Nine Thousand Years later, I wonder if I can find a piece of clothing for Feng Jin and let him put it on so as not to lose his manners in front of his father?"

His Highness Yong felt that his request was very reasonable and there was no excessiveness at all, and Ning Jiuque had no reason not to agree.

Unexpectedly, the Qiansui Master glanced at the two of them with a cold look, pulled his lips, and bent a beautiful and harsh curve, and refused firmly, saying, "No."

Long Jue, who was rejected so frankly, tried to say again: "Nine Thousand Years..."
Chapter completed!