Homemade cabbage.

Was he just fucked by someone like that?

The guards looked at their young lady's charming appearance, all dumbfounded, and the air fell into a strange silence.

This situation.

It's like a wealthy butler knocking on the door and discovering a man hiding in the mistress's room, wearing a men's shirt on that delicate body of a rich man...

What should I do?

Wang Yourong noticed the strange behavior of the guards and was startled for a moment. He looked down at himself and couldn't help but blush.

He raised his head again.

She blushed and ordered: "Turn around!"

Wow——

The guards all turned around.

Everyone looked extremely nervous, fearing that the angry young lady would punish her... You know, the legitimate daughter of the clan in front of you was known for her intelligence.

The owner of the house once said after drinking:

"If my son were not a daughter, he could carry the cauldron for the Wang family."

Wang Yourong took off the big robe that could wrap up both of himself, angrily stuffed it into Fang Ying's hand, and whispered, "Hurry up and change it back."

"Ha, sorry, I was in a hurry just now and took the wrong one." Fang Ying looked miserable.

"Hmph! I think you did it on purpose."

Wang Yourong said, stretched out his little hand, put it on Fang Ying's waist, and gave it a hard squeeze.

However, the muscles on the man's body were so stiff that Miss Wang not only failed to move at all, but she herself was hurt in the opposite direction.

"pain……"

Wang Yourong's face turned bitter, and his tone unconsciously sounded coquettish.

"Let me see."

Fang Ying held the opponent's catkins, raised his eyes and smiled playfully.

Under Miss Yourong's curious eyes, she took her slender green-white finger into her mouth and sucked it gently.

Wang Yourong's beautiful eyes suddenly widened.

...This cowardly guy actually did such a shameful thing to himself in front of so many people.

This feeling is like having an affair with your lover under the nose of your family, it is thrilling and exciting.

"You're a scumbag!"

Wang Yourong scolded her fiercely in a low voice.

He hurriedly took out his little hands, looked around like a thief, patted his chest with his little hands, his pretty face turned red, and his heart almost reached his throat.

"What are you afraid of? They can't see it."

As he spoke, Fang Ying leaned into the latter's ear and murmured in a low voice: "Rong Rong's hands are so beautiful, white and tender, I really can't help but want to taste them."

Wang Yourong shrank his neck.

The hot breath of the man's words hit her crystal earlobes, and the masculine breath that made people's hearts beat, made her confused and fascinated.

This bitter guy.

He's obviously full of tricks, but why can't he always be disgusted with him?

Wang Yourong suddenly became quiet, and looked at Fang Ying intently with a pair of watery eyes, his eyes complex.

…Their night has passed, and when day comes, they have to put on masks again and face the chaos of the world.

What a dream.

If this is a dream, I would rather stay drunk and never wake up...

At this time, there was a breeze blowing from the valley.

Miss Wang's hair is fluttering in the wind, standing among a patch of white snow, her temperament is peerless and independent, and her beauty is heartbreaking.

Looking at this scene.

Fang Ying's scumbag's heart skipped a beat, unsatisfied.

"What's wrong?"

He raised his eyebrows and said frivolously: "Are you so angry that you can't speak?"

Wang Yourong looked at him gently, his eyes were as tender as water, and he lightly opened his red lips: "You are just a thief."

Finished.

He walked forward without looking back.

By the time she passed the guards, her pretty face had returned to calm, and she commanded majestically:

"Escort Fang Erlang and I back."

The guards were stunned for a moment.

He immediately turned his head and looked at Fang Ying in shock.

Fangjiro?

He is the last love of the consort!

You know, my young lady is obsessed with his poems!

Whenever this person published poems and articles, the people in Chang'an would copy them as soon as possible and rush to deliver them to the lady.

Last night, the lady was with him...

The guards were shocked and did not dare to think about it any more.

…

Tongzhou.

Government office.

The charcoal fire inside the house is burning brightly.

Yuan Tiangang was wearing a Taoist robe, sitting behind a short table, quietly listening to Fang Ying's report.

"It turned out to be him."

There was a trace of ridicule on the old Taoist priest's face: "Gather local officials, and under the cover of the plague, massacre villages to make money... Our Highness, the Crown Prince, really can't wait any longer."

Marshal, how dare you say that!

His Majesty Li Er got things like power by killing his brothers. Anyone who covets them will die, and his own son is no exception.

The prince, the king of Wei, the king of Qi... among those dancing happily, which one will end well?

Even the scumbag Li Ke was no exception. He finally escaped from the Zhenguan Dynasty, but fell in the Gaozong era.

But now, you are saying these things in front of me, you really don't treat me as an outsider... Fang Ying lowered his head, feeling crazy in his heart.

"Huh? Why don't you speak?"

Yuan Tiangang glanced at Fang Ying and asked casually: "Of these princes, which one do you like the most?"

Marshal, are you polite?

Fang Ying complained in his mind, coughed dryly and said: "I am stupid, I don't know what you are talking about."

"Slippery."

The old Taoist priest laughed and cursed, and asked: "You and King Wu seem to be very close?"

"Rumors, these are rumors!" Fang Ying said categorically: "The King of Wu and I just have a common hobby - Pingkangfang."

"Yet you are at odds with the prince."

Yuan Tiangang looked at Fang Ying with twinkling eyes, "He is the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty and will inherit the throne in the future. Aren't you afraid of liquidation after he succeeds to the throne?"
Chapter completed!