The Legend of the Ghost Concubine

Long Jiu stood in the shed of the horse shed and pressed the man in the haystack into a ball. The heart of compassion in my heart climbed up again.

This contradictory heart is tormented that he wants to kill himself.

When seeing the thick quilt on Feng Xiaoer, Long Jiu comforted a sigh of relief.

Still cold and not dead.

Long Jiu looked deeply at Feng Xiaoer and turned and left.

He was afraid that he would stay for another moment and couldn't help but go up and hold her back to the house.

Ziyun came out from the corner of the darkness, looked at the back of Longjiu, and looked at the Fengqier in the Fengcao heap, and his heart was overwhelmed.

......

In the morning, a cold breeze blew over, and Feng Xiaoer woke up in the faint mind.

Reaching out and touching the forehead, Feng Xiaoer is relieved, but it is slightly hot and not serious.

Feng Xiaoer got up from the haystack, patted the straw on his body, held a thick quilt, and took a step to the laundry room.

The mind is a little drowsy, the soles of the feet are extremely heavy, as if the jacks locked his feet, it is difficult to take every step.

Feng Xiaoer shakes his head twice, how is this broken body so fragile?

In the cloister, Feng Xiaoer yawned and lifted his head, and suddenly he saw the dragon nine on the way.

Long Jiu’s habitual hands were slow to walk behind him, a relaxed and self-satisfied gesture.

It’s really a narrow road.

Feng Xiaoer flashes two long eyelashes, thinking about whether or not to give gifts to the ghost king.

Feng Xiaoer’s sorrowful ghost king did not seem to see her, ready to turn and change direction.

Just turned around and heard the cool sound of Long Jiu behind: "Stop..."

Feng Xiaoer hugged her big quilt in her arms and tried to get her small head out. She bent her eyebrows and squeezed a sneer. "Wang, what's the matter?"

The ink on the face of Feng Xiaoer has not been washed off, the hair is messy, and there are a few small straws on the hair. At this moment, he smiles at the dragon nine. This way, funny and cute.

Long Nine's mouth unknowingly raised a smile, whispered a cough, and walked to the front of Feng Xiao'er. He looked at the phoenix and looked at it. It was very good. He stood up and laughed. At least, it was not exactly a waste.

Long Jiu didn’t know that he started today earlier than usual. He stayed up all night last night, because his heart kept thinking... This woman..., Long Jiuyi was thinking about a problem all night, Feng Xiaoer was in the grass. I can't sleep.

So, basically sleepless night, I want to come and see it early in the morning, and sure enough, I came across it when I came out.

Obviously, it is necessary to punish this woman, but it is involuntarily want to care. This feeling is itchy and uncomfortable. However, Longjiu is still enjoying it.

This is the legendary search for abuse?

The dragon nine is at the height of the contempt of Feng Xiaoer, very proud to say: "What? Nothing, this king can not call you?"

Hey, hegemony.

Feng Xiaoer can only dare to anger and dare not speak, pitifully replied: "Of course not, the prince of the prince is extremely high, the prince called the small to the west, the small is absolutely afraid to go to the south"

Hey, fangs and teeth.

"You haven't given the king a gift yet?" Long Jiuxiao said with a smile.

What? Calling her is to let her salute?

Sure enough, people are deceived by people, the more she is tolerant, the more the ghost king will be added.

Forget it, the hero does not eat before the loss, not a gift?

Feng Xiaoer’s eyebrows squinted slightly and bowed slightly, respectfully bowing to the dragon and said: “See Wang Ye, Wang Ye Jin’an”

Long Jiu’s mood is inexplicable, with a little victory, a light sleeve and ordered: “Go on it”

Feng Xiaoer quickly took a step to slip away.

"Stand up..." Long Jiu also stopped her.

Playing her? Last night, Feng Xiaoer was still worried about it. Is this ghost king, who is not black and white, so fond of teasing her?

Feng Xiaoer twisted his head and asked, "Wang, what else?"

"There is time to pack up and pack myself. The king does not want to be sent out. He said that the ghost king has raised a female ghost." Long Jiuqi is very friendly.

Ghost king house raised a female ghost? This is a smooth word.

Feng Xiaoer nodded: "Wang Ye also knows that the small ones are busy all day long, and the clouds and stars can't wait for the rough work in the house to be small. How can I have time to clean up myself?"

Do they really let her do so much work?

The dragon nine colors are instantly dyed with a haze.

Feng Xiaoer thought that Long Jiu was angry and said that the bad words of the cloud and the moon and the moon, quickly lost the smile: "Small, this is going to pack up and pack yourself..." The words fell, holding the big quilt and slipping fast.

When I got out of the corridor, Feng Xiaoer couldn't help but turn around and look back. I was afraid that Longji would be angry because she said something wrong.

With a sigh of relief, Feng Xiaoer turned around.

Unexpectedly, the dragon and the dragon seven who had just been led by the housekeeper. The tacit understanding of the two brothers, seeing the phoenix children, are all stunned.

I haven't seen it for a few days, and the lively and beautiful man has lost a lot of weight. The compact palm face is even more fleshless, the eyes are red, the eye sockets have dark circles, and the lip color is not as bright as before. Dirty ink, messy hair, a few weeds, and a thick quilt in his arms.

This is her... Long Ten went to the direction where Feng Xiaoer came out. If he didn't guess wrong, there was a horse shed there. The dragon ten strolled through the Nine Kings House. The memory is good and it will not be mistaken.

Is rumor true?

Is it really bad for Jiu Ge to stay in Xiaoxiao?

On the wedding night, she dropped Xiaoxiao into the laundry room. Now she still let her sleep in the horse shed?

The dragon ten heart slammed a pain. Xiao Yan is desperate to marry Jiu Ge, but now it is such a encounter...

Dragon Seven is equally uncomfortable. He thinks that he will let go, and Feng Xiaoer will be happy.

However, no, she seems to have passed... very embarrassed.

Feng Xiaoer’s smile, I really didn’t expect to see Long Shilongqi so quickly, or in such awkward situation, after I knew the spirit of Long Shi, I’m facing Dragon 10, Feng Xiao’er is not a bit It’s hard to be as calm as it was at the beginning.

After the confession with the Dragon Seven, everyone did not start to be so rude.

The feelings between people are really strange.

"How come you?" Feng Xiaoer turned his eyes two times at a loss.

"It's boring, take a look at Jiu Ge... By the way, look at you." Long ten tone is not as familiar as the original, it seems a bit scruples.

Feng Xiaoer nodded, subconsciously want to leave, do not want to let the two see her look like a wolverine.

"Then, go to the prince, I am in the advanced house." Feng Xiaoer said that he would turn away when he turned his legs.

"Hey..." Long Qi stopped her.

Feng Xiaoer turned his head and reminded him a little bit: "Seven princes, I am now your nine brothers, you still call me Jiuyi or Missy is better"

She said that your nine brothers, not the nine princes, specifically reminded him that she is a dragon nine?

Dragon seven.

Then I went forward and tried to help Feng Xiaoer hold the quilt: "Looking heavy, I will help you."

Feng Yuer’s panic, here is the Jiuwangfu, and the ancients’ thoughts are more feudal. If they are seen, there will be no more gossip. Moreover, the ghost king is indefinite. If he is seen, Feng Xiaoer does not think. There are good days.