The Legend of the Ghost Concubine

Feng Xiaoer rolled up his sleeves, and when he didn't do it, he immediately went to a big tree in front of the flower sea. Feng Xiaoer's hands were casually akimbo, looked at the height of the tree, and patted the palm of his hand. Well, it’s not too high, I can barely climb it.”

The small potato pulled the phoenix, and cried and sullenly advised: "Miss, your wound has just healed, you don't want to fall any more."

Feng Xiaoer grinned: "You Miss, am I a woman who is so fragile? Nothing, look at me"

In modern times, Feng Xiaoer did not go to the peach trees to steal peaches from the partners of the orphanage. Over time, the pants didn’t know how many pieces were scraped. The crotch was opened to the calves, and then they climbed the tree. Good skills.

Feng Xiaoer said and licked his sleeves, stretched his waist and made a stretching movement, twisting his neck, and preparing for the battlefield. When Feng Xiaoer cleared his throat, he began to climb the tree.

Feng Xiaoer was like a smart little monkey, and he quickly climbed into the middle of the tree, because the big trees grew more lush, and there were many trees, so it was easy to climb. Feng Xiaoer stood on a relatively large root. On the tree, grab the other thick branch on the top of the head with both hands, slowly and small steps to the tail of the tree root. Looking up at the neck.

Sure enough, you can take a look at the scene on Chang'an Street.

Most of the men gathered fireworks around the pile, and the women licked one piece, grabbed the laughter and watched the men put fireworks. The children are kicking the scorpion, and some are held in the arms of the adults and eat the candied haws. The big buddies sit under the big trees and chat with the cold, the uncles are wrenching their wrists, fighting...

The peace and prosperity of the world, it is not lively.

Feng Xiaoer saw the Prince and Princess Jingya standing on the fence of the Qinghe Bridge and fighting side by side. It looked close and seemed to be intimate. The Princess Jingya looked up from time to time to peek at the Dragon Eight. A smile, the mouth has been talking about something, painted with two fingers, like to introduce the Princess of Jingya to the great mountain of the dynasty.

It seems that this guy has successfully conquered Princess Jingya and is still obedient.

Feng Xiaoer smiled slightly and diverted his gaze. He also looked at the scene in the small pavilion of Dongjiao Inn.

There is a relatively hidden rest pavilion behind the housing of Dongjiao Inn. The dragon is standing in the cold and cold, and Cuixian holds the dragon ten from behind. Cui Xian put her face on the back of Long Shi. The front body is close to the back of Long Shi Gaoda.

The dragon ten is held by Cuixian, indifferent, just opening, the voice is cold and cold, and the cool road; "Why are you doing this?"

Cui Xian's hands tightened and tightened tightly, and a firm opening: "Because I love you..."

Long Shi did not look back at Cui Xian, coldly asked: "Even if I don't love you?"

Although Cuixian had long expected the Long Shihui to say such a thing, but heard it in his heart, he couldn’t suppress his heartache. He bit his lip and let the tears flow out. It’s still as firm as it is: “As long as you can marry you, keep it with you. By the side, I will be satisfied. As long as you saved me, my life is yours, and my heart is yours."

Long ten hands open the Cuixian clasped his hands between his waist, turned around, said indifferently: "Cuixian, you are determined to marry me, now you have to pay for it, but I will not Love you, don't expect me to give you something."

Cuixian looked at the back of the dragon ten, and the tears could not be suppressed. Cui Xian bites her lips and does not let herself cry, but the tears are more fierce. Cuixian pouted, lowered her eyes and cried into tears.

Feng Xiaoer can see this scene far away, but he can't hear the dialogue between Long Shi and Cui Xian, but he can look at the dialogue with his mouth, and the look of Cui Xian crying like a heartbreaker. Feng Xiaoer’s heart is puzzled. It seems that Long Shi doesn’t seem to like Cuixian at all. Feng Xiaoer thinks about it. Usually, it’s all about Cuixian’s initiative to tease the dragon. Maybe the dragon is really not like the surface. In the same way, he is actually a very fragile person. He is still a pure child in his heart. In so many people, he has no mother-in-law's love, and he does not have the attention of the Emperor, but it is just that Cuixian can give her these maternity. Care, why does Dragon 10 refuse to identify and accept Cuixian? Is it...?

"Small, miss..." The little potato under the tree whispered a phoenix. Interrupted Feng Xiao's conjecture.

Feng Xiaoer looked down and asked, "Potato, what happened?"

The little potato whispered a nine-character with his mouth and used his eyes to indicate that Feng Xiaoer looked ahead.

Feng Xiaoer looked forward at the small potato's gaze, and actually saw Long Jiu and the woman named Ziyun walked into the sea of ​​flowers.

Feng Xiaoer was a swaying god, his feet were squatting, his body was instantly out of balance, and Feng Xiaoer screamed and widened his eyes. Before he could catch a branch, the man swayed down.

However, it was a thousand miles, and the whole person of Feng Xiaoer fell to the grass. The loss did not climb high, did not break the leg, it was a little pain on the ground, Feng Xiaoer fell on the grass, stretched his neck and raised his chin to see the dragon nine in front.

Long Jiu actually stood in front of her in the light of the wind, her eyes squinting at her, like a king of all beings, the proud and indifferent gesture, just like watching a playful monkey, with a sly smile on his lips .

Feng Xiaoer immediately set off an unknown fire. This dragon nine is so humanistic. If she doesn’t know how to pity her, she will dare to ridicule her.

The small potatoes rushed to help raise the phoenix, and Feng Xiaoer smashed the sundries on his body and looked up at Longjiu. Somehow, the tone is as harsh as an old lady. "If the nine princes take another step, it is estimated that I was killed."

Long Jiu also unknowingly replied: "Is Missy so eager to prove her presence?"

He is a naked irony of her, satirizing her self-satisfied initiative to ask the emperor to give a marriage, satirizing her desire to attract his attention.

Oh, Feng Xiaoer’s incredible squinting, Longji’s idiot is actually... so look at her.

Feng Xiaoer went to the front of Longji in a sullen manner, straightened his waist, raised his chest, raised his chin, and deliberately narrowed the distance between the two. Feng Xiaoer looked at the familiar and strange scorpion of Longjiu, the bottom of his heart. The depths trembled fiercely, too much like the red nine, this feeling is like watching the red nine.

Feng Xiaoer excitedly put his face closer, and his hand couldn’t wait to reach out. He strongly wanted to take off the mask on the face of Longjiu. The hand that stretched out was grasped by the dragon and Jiuyi. Frown, Long Jiu this idiot actually does not pity the cherished jade, the strength is great, can twist her wrist.

The dragons and dragons are cold and secluded, and they are fascinated by Feng Xiaoer. The whole body is full of coldness that is not close to the living. The thin lips are open, and the evil spirits are from the corner of the lips. The tone can make Feng Xiaoer die coldly: "Missy Is that so eager to wait? Oh, I didn’t expect that Missy is just that."

But what? Is that she is taking the initiative?

Feng Xiaoer’s sensitive self-esteem was pinched for a moment, and it was slightly painful. He said reluctantly: “Yes, I am such an active and casual person”