Just as I was thinking, the sound of gentle footsteps came from outside Shuixuan.

"Sir." It was the voice of an old servant, "Qian Chenghou is here and said he came to thank you."

Fan Liang turned around fiercely, pulled the quilt over in a panic, and said loudly: "Okay, I'll be there soon!"

After coming out of Fanliang Courtyard, Huaisha felt confused. Dragging his tired footsteps, he finally returned to his home. The moment he saw Kong Bo, Huaisha let out a soft sigh and relaxed.

The sword in his palm is full of clear shadows, and wisteria flowers are falling one after another. In the garden, Jiannan is blooming like fire, and Jian Yao's smile is reflected in the light and shadow - reluctant, sad, depressed, and forbearing. Does Jimo know that this woman is far more powerful than others?

Her age is about to mature. What is it that makes Jimo's five orifices sealed? Can things still turn around?

The sword moved like the wind, unparalleled sharpness. With the brush, a Jiannan flower was broken at the waist, shook, and fluttered down. What a murderous aura!

Huaisha was startled for a moment, his movements suddenly stagnated, and he couldn't hold back the castration. He was actually led to an unsteady footing, his heels were pulled forward, and he almost fell!

Not only Jimo, but I also never understood it!

The memory of the Red Sleeve Inn broke through the blockage and appeared clearly in her mind. She saw Fan Liang's obsessed eyes, saw Sister Mei's head hanging weakly with her neck broken, and saw Chun Xing's bulging eyes turning unwillingly; she also

Seeing Fan Liang hurriedly come to her side, he stopped suddenly, remembering the heavy and hot breath falling on his skin. His fingers were cold and smooth, and even though he dressed her in a hurry, he carefully sorted out every fold.

Huaisha's breathing became heavier. Of course she remembered that Fan Liang's lips swept across her arms, chest, shoulders, neck...and lips. A gentle sweep was like a breeze passing through the veil, and the wild goose

The shadow crosses the blue pool, lingering to the extreme and then returning to dullness

.Fire burned in Huaisha's body. She remembered falling into Fan Liang's arms and smelling the strong aroma of wine on his body. The messy white skin of the half-open lapel revealed a general coldness that penetrated her.

cheeks, with a deep temptation...

With a swipe, the sword energy slashed across the hibiscus tree, causing the lush branches to sway.

Fan Liang did nothing, just hugged her tightly, and then wrapped her in a brocade quilt. The choking smoke came from behind, and the blackness of death filled the smoke. However, Fan Liang's coldness clung to her tightly.

She, comforted her, fell asleep!

She should thank him. Jie Mao's lessons are not far away. If this matter spreads, what kind of killing will the leader of the country or Wan Qiyan put on his head?

Huaisha was sad for Sister Mei's passing, but these sorrows were not as good as the joy after waking up. Ants have natural enemies of ants, and elephants have the fate of elephants. It is all hard struggle, and the difference between dying early and dying late. She,

After all, Yi Huaisha is the princess of Qiancheng, and she still has a lot of things to do. Whether she is a woman or not, it doesn't actually matter!

Fan Liang knows this better than she does!

There was a sound of heavy footsteps, and Huaisha sheathed his sword. It was Kong Bo who came: "Princess, the prince is waiting for you in the study."

He couldn't dodge what was coming, so he returned the sword to its sheath and threw it to Nolang, who stood silently aside. He nodded to show his understanding and went back to the room to clean up.

Kong Bo looked at Huaisha's back and asked Nuolang in a low voice: "Princess, are you okay?"

Nolang shook his head, carefully wiped off the dust and oil stains on the scabbard, and said: "The princess is not in a stable mood. She seems to have encountered some trouble."
Chapter completed!