Having said that, Zhao Hongyi did not dare to meet Lin Buxuan's eyes, and subconsciously shrank back, tightening the mink fur on her upper body.

"As long as...the red coat fades...Mr. Lin will let bygones be bygones?"

Zhao Hongyi pursed her lips, which looked a little pale due to panic, and asked softly.

Lin Buxuan saw the tough princess in front of him suddenly weakening, and a slight sense of guilt began to rise in his heart, as if he had done something to force a girl into prostitution, and he couldn't bear it.

The main thing is that if push comes to shove and it backfires, it will be even more difficult for the palace.

Lin Buxuan sighed slowly, originally thinking that if Zhao Hongyi was provoked and became tough, he could use the key parts of these two recordings to force her.

The recording is very clear, saying "I have wanted to kill my father for a long time..." and "I want to borrow my husband's sword to kill King Qi..."

This is irrefutable evidence. With this in hand, Lin Buxuan can force Zhao Hongyi to do any humiliating thing.

But... Zhao Hongyi spontaneously gave in with a look of sadness, anger and shame, which made Lin Buxuan feel a little bit different. In front of him, Zhao Hongyi's hands were still shaking as he slowly undressed and untied his clothes, revealing a large piece of very sultry breasts in front of him and behind him.

Snowy.

Lin Buxuan took a second look, his throat rolled slightly, and then he called out to Zhao Hongyi:

"Well, I am not a bad person who insists on forcing others to suffer. Your Highness, please put on your clothes..."

Zhao Hongyi hypnotized herself madly in her heart. Lin Buxuan's consort was his consort in name, and such behavior could also make Su Ruoruo angry. He said this because he was greedy for his own appearance...

And just when she had completely made up her mind, Lin Buxuan took her hand and spoke in a clear voice, his voice as gentle as the spring breeze.

Zhao Hongyi raised her head, with a look of surprise on her pretty face in addition to shame and anger. Her phoenix eyes were even a little misty, as if she was about to cry.

Then Zhao Hongyi stepped forward in two steps, regardless of the fact that her shoulder straps were still hanging down. She hugged Lin Buxuan, stood up on tiptoes, put her lips close to his ear and whispered:

"Thanks..."

Lin Buxuan finally figured it out. I bet you, the princess, still have a bit of Stockholm Syndrome?

Didn't I force you to end up like this?

In the end, you still moved yourself to a complete mess?

Zhao Hongyi hugged her for quite a long time, and it wasn't until Lin Buxuan pulled up her clothes that she let go. Her Royal Highness looked at the newly promoted Imperial Master, her heart pounding.

Zhao Hongyi thought about it for a while, and then she became even more excited when Su Ruoruo respectfully called her sister in front of her.

Zhao Hongyi felt that she had wanted to take revenge on Su Ruoruo for hitting her butt, but after being provoked by Lin Buxuan tonight, intentionally or unintentionally, she had some thoughts of going up to her, but she didn't dare.

She thought about it for a while, then walked out while leaving. At the right time, Lin Buxuan suddenly asked:

"Where did your highness in red come up with such an idea?"

Lin Buxuan frowned and reviewed tonight again, not because he was thinking about Zhao Hongyi's figure, but because he felt something was wrong, and found another doubt.

Zhao Hongyi is the princess of Dali, 100% indigenous. What is flourishing in Dali today is the culture of "pure heart and few desires".

With Zhao Hongyi's identity, it is naturally impossible for her to discuss feelings. No matter how understanding the palace maid is, she would not be able to inform the princess of such advanced and vulgar skills...

Then why are you so skillful?

Are you a member of my family?!

Zhao Hongyi stumbled as she walked to the door, then turned around and handed Lin Buxuan a pamphlet with half resentment and half shyness, "I bought this in Liangzhou... I heard from Sister Zhou from Jingmen,

This is what you drew. I am just doing what Mr. Wang likes... tonight."

Then, without waiting for Lin Buxuan's explanation, she jumped into the long night.

Lin Buxuan stared blankly at the booklet thrown over by Zhao Hongyi. The title of the book is: "Official Illustrations of the Fairy Bai Ji", and the signature is: Bring a knife and an umbrella on a rainy night.

Lin Buxuan slapped his forehead and said, "Gan!"

Black history! This is it!

Mr. Ben had been at the foot of Hanshan Mountain for more than a year, and he had mastered piano, chess, calligraphy and painting without a teacher. How could he not develop it? He needs to eat...

The way of pretending to be a superior person simply won't work. Everyone thinks you are a powerful person in the immortal world. How can you eat the fireworks of the world if you come from the world of mortals?

Da Li Muxian, seeing that the immortal way is entrusted to the secular world, even mortals are very confident in their hearts. In line with the mentality of not making public, you can rest assured, I really do my duty and keep silent...

As for what Lin Buxuan was thinking about, the scene where the immortal came down from the mountain to look at a painting that was very different from this one and immediately knelt down and kowtowed three times and nine times?

Lin Buxuan could only tell that this was all wishful thinking!

Yes, indeed there is. An elder from the Daohan Sect who came down from the Han Mountain took a look at Lin Buxuan's painting and just laughed and said:

"What a mess, I'm so crazy!"

If Lin Buxuan hadn't immediately learned from the painful experience, immediately began to study the craftsmanship that all Dali monks loved, and published a short book and a small picture album, he would have probably starved to death at the foot of Hanshan Mountain with an air of immortality.

But the past is too painful to look back on. Who would have thought that this small picture album could still reach the hands of Her Royal Highness?

After doing this for a long time, there is no need for me to pretend to be a gentleman?!

Just as Lin Buxuan was rubbing his head, a tiny bit of cold light pierced the window lattice and stuck on the table leg in front of Lin Buxuan.

It's a very small flying sword.

Feijian Lin Buxuan knew that Dali's communication method was very clever and much more advanced than flying pigeons to send letters. The letters were then infused with true energy into Feijian, and then the route was planned and sent out.

Theoretically, as long as you have enough zhenqi, you can cross the entire Great Li without any problem.

Furthermore... the flying sword is very secretive and difficult to rob, because the flying sword is too small and too fast. You can only rely on luck to rob it, and even if it is robbed, the person who issued the sword will immediately notice where the flying sword is.

Cut off.

Therefore, it can only be said that Su Ruoruo's Hanshan Sword Robbery that day was due to her quick eyesight and good luck. Unfortunately, she didn't get much real content.

Now this flying sword...

Lin Buxuan stood up and picked up the flying sword, imitating what Su Ruoruo taught him and pouring air into it. A letter jumped out in front of his eyes. It was written in cursive script. There was a different kind of beauty in the confusion. He knew it was written by Pei Rushi.

"Jiuting Temple's whereabouts to Jingzhou have been leaked. Be careful, especially the Queen Mother. She is far more dangerous than Zhao Yuanzhou. If you are not sure, don't contact her rashly. But, if you are sure, sir, it is best to treat her as one of your own.

"

Lin Buxuan frowned, "As soon as I came to the palace, you have to ask me to be interested in the Queen Mother? I'm not interested in a married woman..."

"In addition, if Ruoruo lets you:

Be careful with Zhao Hongyi!"

The last five words look crooked and one word at a time.
Chapter completed!