Meng Xian suddenly curled his lips, looked at Wen Zhijun firmly, and smiled softly, "Your Highness is coming to the villa of the Sky, and it is really shining."

His voice was so gentle and gentle, so that he could not even argue with his male and female. Seeing that Wen Zhijun was motionless, he smiled softly: "Your Majesty is so cautious about me, I have no malicious intentions towards you. You are the one who treats you with your own hands."

Wen Zhijun slowly narrowed his phoenix eyes, and his expression became a little subtle. Then, he slowly walked towards the pavilion, and his belt was rolled up with red and dyed a trace of plain white.

Meng Xian ignored etiquette and lay on a soft couch. When Wen Zhijun approached, he smiled at him as interestingly, "Young Master's body is not suitable for fatigue, and it is much safer in the room than here."

Wen Zhijun's black eyes were filled with a mysterious purple. The purples were not thick and as weak as fireflies. He looked at Meng Xian, put his words in his mind for a while, and said lightly: "You are responsible for the safety here. Since they are all your place, is there any difference in my room? Or is the danger I faced from you?"

ha.

Meng Xian suddenly felt interesting. He rarely saw a person more than three times. The elegant and elegant man in front of him, who was independent of the world, was locked tightly by his pupils since he entered his sight. After saying these words, he read them more than three or two times.

I have long heard that the Prime Minister of Southern Jin, Yan Junqing, is known as the "white-clothed prime minister". He has a beautiful appearance and extraordinary wise appearance. Now, when I look at it again, the rumors are really not to deceive me. Yan Junqing is really extraordinary.

It was the second time he saw Yan Junqing.

The first time, he was unconscious and was sealed by Hua Qianmo with poisonous insects, becoming a half-dead waste. He used the taboo technique of Southern Shu to force Wen Zhijun's memory to him. At that time, he did not have the chance to see what he was like when he woke up and was taken away by Xuanyuan Jing.

Yan Junqing is a beauty, but Meng Xian has never been moved by beauty. She is just curious about what Yan Junqing, known as Ming Prime Minister, will become after being instilled with Wen Zhijun's memory. After all, the real Wen Zhijun is obsessed with Xuanyuan Jing, so she can even not even have dignity and life for her.

Such a soul that was so humble and reborn in Yan Junqing - it was funny to think about it.

Now I saw it, I was disappointed...

Yan Junqing is Yan Junqing. Even if he is forced to inject other people's souls, his arrogance and elegance in his bones will never be damaged.

Originally, he planned to watch jokes, but in the end... he was still impressed by Yan Junqing's style.

Thinking of this, he smiled softly, peach blossoms bloomed in the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were as charming as silk, "Of course I am very dangerous, huh? Especially for you, I am much more dangerous than anyone else."

Wen Zhijun smiled faintly, "I have experienced many dangerous things and seen many dangerous people, but I am still alive, right?"

"Then you must be careful, because I..." Meng Xian slowly stood up, and a string of red gems of earrings fell straight to his shoulders, "I have saved your life. I can save your master, and of course, I can also harm you."

The midsummer wind blew from afar, and a red wave rolled. Meng Xian pointed at the witchy red flowers and laughed, "I planted the flowers here by myself. Look at how good they grow. Do you know why the flowers here are particularly gorgeous?"

The red sea was reflected in his eyes, and his clear long eyes swept straight, without any haze. Even if Wen Zhijun was in the sea of ​​flowers, his heart was as bright as green bamboo. The sun was clear. Meng Xian suddenly curled his lips and looked at Wen Zhijun with a smile, "You are here to the sky villa, and it is really shining."

His voice was so gentle and gentle, so that he could not even argue with his male and female. Seeing that Wen Zhijun was motionless, he smiled softly: "Your Majesty is so cautious about me, I have no malicious intentions towards you. You are the one who treats you with your own hands."

Wen Zhijun slowly narrowed his phoenix eyes, and his expression became a little subtle. Then, he slowly walked towards the pavilion, and his belt was rolled up with red and dyed a trace of plain white.

Meng Xian ignored etiquette and lay on a soft couch. When Wen Zhijun approached, he smiled at him as interestingly, "Young Master's body is not suitable for fatigue, and it is much safer in the room than here."

Wen Zhijun's black eyes were filled with a mysterious purple. The purples were not thick and as weak as fireflies. He looked at Meng Xian, put his words in his mind for a while, and said lightly: "You are responsible for the safety here. Since they are all your place, is there any difference in my room? Or is the danger I faced from you?"

ha.

Meng Xian suddenly felt interesting. He rarely saw a person more than three times. The elegant and elegant man in front of him, who was independent of the world, was locked tightly by his pupils since he entered his sight. After saying these words, he read them more than three or two times.

I have long heard that the Prime Minister of Southern Jin, Yan Junqing, is known as the "white-clothed prime minister". He has a beautiful appearance and extraordinary wise appearance. Now, when I look at it again, the rumors are really not to deceive me. Yan Junqing is really extraordinary.

It was the second time he saw Yan Junqing.

The first time, he was unconscious and was sealed by Hua Qianmo with poisonous insects, becoming a half-dead waste. He used the taboo technique of Southern Shu to force Wen Zhijun's memory to him. At that time, he did not have the chance to see what he was like when he woke up and was taken away by Xuanyuan Jing.

Yan Junqing is a beauty, but Meng Xian has never been moved by beauty. She is just curious about what Yan Junqing, known as Ming Prime Minister, will become after being instilled with Wen Zhijun's memory. After all, the real Wen Zhijun is obsessed with Xuanyuan Jing, so she can even not even have dignity and life for her.

Such a soul that was so humble and reborn in Yan Junqing - it was funny to think about it.

Now I saw it, I was disappointed...

Yan Junqing is Yan Junqing. Even if he is forced to inject other people's souls, his arrogance and elegance in his bones will never be damaged.

Originally, he planned to watch jokes, but in the end... he was still impressed by Yan Junqing's style.

Thinking of this, he smiled softly, peach blossoms bloomed in the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were as charming as silk, "Of course I am very dangerous, huh? Especially for you, I am much more dangerous than anyone else."

Wen Zhijun smiled faintly, "I have experienced many dangerous things and seen many dangerous people, but I am still alive, right?"

"Then you must be careful, because I..." Meng Xian slowly stood up, and a string of red gems of earrings fell straight to his shoulders, "I have saved your life. I can save your master, and of course, I can also harm you."

The midsummer wind blew from afar, and a red wave rolled. Meng Xian pointed at the witchy red flowers and laughed, "I planted the flowers here by myself. Look at how good they grow. Do you know why the flowers here are particularly gorgeous?"
Chapter completed!