The Glamorous Plump Princess

Alas, as if you didn't see me.

Pei Zhuang had a straight face, and slammed the plate containing the sugar gourd on the table. Gu Jinghong officially raised his eyelids and looked at them, his eyebrows tightened.

He saw Pei Zhuang squeezing his eyes to let him look at the table, and then he looked at this kind of candy like gourd.

The other side stood up and said, "Emperor, try it, this is the candy cane made by Chen Ye."

Pei Zhuang deliberately exacerbated the word. I thought the other party would be moved. But he did not expect that he touched with that long hand, and then pushed the plate towards Pei Zhuang, raised his head to her: "I said at the time, nothing happened ...: Just go out."

I thought that Gu Jinghong would praise her, but did not expect it to be the result. Pei Zhuanghuan remained motionless, looking at Gu Jinghong, who continued to criticize the mess, raised her cheeks.

She also wanted to continue to come and tout her rock sugar gourd, and the **** on the side came forward as if he understood the person, posing in a pleased manner. Pei Zhuang looked at the two masters and servants, and her face was half black. She picked up the tub filled with candy canes and went out, muttering, "If you don't eat, don't eat it. Someone will eat it."

Although this sentence was subtle, it was heard by Gu Jinghong. He put down the folder and looked at Pei Zhuang, who was bulging outward, and patted the folder on the table.

Pei Zou was startled and turned to look at Gu Jinghong, who knew the other person was darker than her own face. His brow frowned and he raised an eyebrow. Although he said there was no special expression, it made Peizhuang feel that she had annoyed him again.

He said softly: "Can you make it for Song Xuanzhang?"

"It's not for you to eat anyway." Pei Zhuang hurriedly left a sentence and left.

It's as if people don't have a small temper, hum.

Gu Jinghong's face was even darker. The **** next to him looked at him and said to him hurriedly: "The emperor, please ask the maiden to ask the maiden to put the candy cane ..." Give up.

Looking at the door for a long time, it seemed to be thinking something, pulled his leg and walked in the direction that Pei Zhuang had just gone.

Pei Zhuang duck walked, she did not give up the dog man, although Gu Jinghong's approach was just a bit excessive, but the gentleman did not fight with the villain, the man was very stingy, she still remembered this sentence very well.

Since this big pig's hoof likes a good queen, that's good, as soon as Pei Zhuang's eyes turn, she strides towards the queen's palace.

Gu Jinghong, who followed her, frowned, and followed closely. After turning around for a long time, I didn't see anyone coming out of the Queen's palace. After dusk, Pei Zhuang took a small step and jumped out of the palace. Gu Jinghongsheng was afraid she saw him, leaned towards the bushes and blocked herself with branches. .

He looked at the queen's palace with deep eyes, and followed Pei Zhuang's steps to leave. After arriving in her own palace, Pei Zhuang started to tinker with what the queen had just said to herself.

Unexpectedly, the big pig's hoof is quite understanding of style, even if it likes drama. I want to accompany my grandpa to watch many dramas in modern times. Can this be difficult for her?

Sitting in front of the mirror, twisting the eyebrow pencil and started drawing.

"Here comes the maiden ..." Laner, who was ventilating at the door, saw Gu Jinghong stepping into the yard, and hurriedly said to the maiden behind him. Then there was a twist in the theater.

"Wild butterflies are hard to fight against, and the durian is dark. Whoever loves Fang for the longest, spring dew comes to the autumn wind ..." This hour is approaching the dusk, and the sunset at the west, at the end of the sky, smears a gorgeous Xia color.

Gu Jinghong looked at Pei Zhuang who twisted the orchid fingers and sang in the wind of the play.

Black hair, pure white flowers, she wore a blouse that was also embroidered with moon white embroidery.

At that time Gu Jinghong's heart suddenly burst into a heavy stream of warm water. Yu Hui was blinded, Pei makeup stopped, and a blocked petal fell into her palm, and then another one.

The warm wind smoked a bunch of white pear blossoms. She lingered there, falling flowers like a waterfall.

I saw her pink blush lips and bright eyes.

Do not know why. Gu Jinghong, who sang this opera, was turbulent. His face was darkened, and the corners of his mouth sank. He said nothing, but the look at Pei Zhuang's eyes changed, and he turned away.

Pei Zhuang tried to catch him, but the other party did not wait for him to look at the back, Pei Zhuang took off his costume and fell to the ground.

Okay, okay, it ’s useless if you do n’t eat and drink fine wine, right? I had to use my sister's trick. She thought of Pei Zhuang dangerously.

At midnight, it was the time to do bad things. Pei Zhuang ran into Gu Jinghong's study with a pot of wine.

The man had originally criticized the book, but did not expect Pei Zhuang to come to his study in the middle of the night, raising his eyebrows. Pei Zhuang took the wine, and she looked so drunk tonight.

The other person asked vigilantly, "What do you want to do?"

Pei Zhuang did not answer. She poured the glass into the glass, and handed it to him, without waiting for the other person to receive the glass. She picked up another glass of wine and drank it.

After drinking, the blush instantly stained her skin. After drinking, she raised her eyebrows at Gu Jinghong and handed it to Gu Jinghong.

Sister drank, and if you do n’t drink anymore, you are not a man.

Gu Jinghong bent his mouth, took the wine glass, and took a sip, followed by one glass after another, before he put down a glass of wine, Pei Zhuang

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Passed the wine again.

At first it was a cup, but then it was a pot.

Gu Jinghong frowned, pushed the glass aside, and Pei Zhuang pretended to be sorry: "Well, I was outside the palace ..."

When the other party heard it, there was always a kind of resentment buried in his heart, and holding up the glass was a suffocation, and Pei Zhuang smiled.

Soon after, Pei Zhuangju looked down at the man who was flushed in front of her face, and smiled evilly.

She squatted to xiashen, raised Gu Jinghong's chin, and rubbed him with her fingertips: "You said, isn't the candy gourd that I made is not delicious, or it's not good for singing, since you are still angry, you are the man!"

The cold hand touched the fiery cheek, and Gu Jinghong snorted dumbly. He patted her hand lightly, with a bit of forbearance between his brows.

Before waiting for Pei Zhuang's hand to withdraw, he pulled it, let Pei Zhuang fall into his arms, and then put her whole body together and ran around her.

Where did Pei Zhuang know that a man was drunk? He stepped back. Gu Jinghong did not give her a chance to give in. He pressed her against the tower and held her tightly around her waist.

Sucking and kissing her clavicle, her long, white fingers touched the woman's pink cheeks.

"You, you ... You give me a hand." Pei Zhuang lying on the bed wondered. She shoved, but her hand was held by the man who pressed on it, and she put it on her head.