After death I became the canary of the cruel prince

The memory of this body has a lot of experiences of having sex with men and women. It is not a personal experience, but a lot of reading. Whether it is a book or a real person, the prince spends enough money to cultivate a goblin. Seduce Bei Gongzhi only to poison him.

"I really want to dress like this?" Wen Junping's palm-sized face wrinkled into a ball.

Hongfeng rummaged through the box and found a treasure at the bottom of the box, saying that as long as she put it on, even Bei Gongzhi and a fine iron rod could be bent.

Wen Junping looked at the glowing red gown and the bellyband embroidered with big red flowers on his body, and seriously doubted Hongfeng's aesthetics. This dress looked like an enhanced version of the one he was wearing.

"Otherwise, I'll still wear the previous one."

Having said this, Hongfeng scorned his plain blue shirt, took out the rouge that was said to be very precious, and wiped it on Wen Junping's face.

He tugged at his collar again, exposed his shoulders, tied the bellyband loosely, and then nodded in satisfaction.

"Go, I guarantee that the prince will be fascinated by you."

Wen Junping could only give it a try, and the two looked at each other with the air of saying goodbye to old comrades in the front line.

Turning around with a resolute face, he stepped out of the cold courtyard with windy feet, and the old butler who picked him up outside was taken aback for a moment, not to mention the attire, this imposing manner is not going to serve the bed, but more like going to eat the prince.

Wen Junping wanted to leave the palace, but the poison in his body would be hard to get free if he didn't understand it. If he wanted to go back to Mo Xuecheng, he had to get rid of this side first, otherwise the crown prince would not let him go.

Isn't it just a matter of sleeping all night, I'm afraid.

"Dong Dong" and "Jin" pushed open the door, making the brush held by Bei Gong, who was writing, crooked a bit.

Bei Gongzhi looked at the man with two blobs of rouge on his face expressionlessly, which was as red as a monkey's butt. If it wasn't for the emperor's coercion, he would have slapped him to death already.

Seeing him motionless, do you want to take the initiative?

Wen Junping searched for the pornographic experience in his mind, and he didn't care when he walked over. The man stood in front of him with a livid face and struggled for a moment, then knelt down and reached out to grab him.

The man held his hand, his voice mixed with anger and subtle bewilderment.

"What are you doing!"

Wen Junping looked up at him.

"Serve in bed."