The Legend of the Ghost Concubine

"Can you give this picture to the king?" Long Qi looked at the butterfly love flower on the table and asked softly.

"Can..." Feng Xiaoer agreed very quickly, and added a sentence: "five hundred and two"

Long Qi laughs as happy as a child, and the gentle and elegant temperament is more charming and charming.

Long Qiu took out two hundred and two on the table and chuckled: "The extra five hundred and two are the rewards of the king to Missy."

Sure enough, it is enough for the emperor's most beloved son, so big.

Feng Xiaoer picked up five hundred and two, and was not polite to hide in the waist. I said freely: "Although I love money, I only take what I deserve, and the ill-gotten wealth is not greedy."

Long Qi knows that Feng Xiaoer is such a straightforward person, loves money, but does not worship gold. The ill-gotten gains are not greedy.

"My son wrote the poems of Fang Cai in the blank space of this paper painting. These five hundred and two are Missy's." Long Qi did not take back the extra five hundred and two, but opened a more generous condition.

Writing a poem can earn five hundred and two, which is equal to the story of her going to Jiuzhonglou to work hard to tell the day. Feng Xiaoer is not stupid. Of course, she accepts it happily. Feng Xiaoer’s retracted foot on the stool is correct. The body, the big eyes of the slap, Le Haha said: "transaction"

Long Qi Qingcheng smiled, helped Feng Xiaoer to grind ink, and handed the brush to Feng Xiaoer.

Feng Xiaoer is not tweaking. He writes with a brush.

The culture of Fengqier is not high. In modern times, the degree of English is serious. The English number is outrageous. The language is surprising. The Chinese teacher will share her composition in the class every time. Ah Ji is the opposite of her. Very good, the two help each other and complement each other.

Feng Yuer's habitual side-by-side reading: "Butterfly love flowers, flowers faded red and green apricots, when swallows fly, green water people around. The trees are blowing and there are few, nowhere in the sky. There is no grass in the wall. Outside the road, pedestrians outside the wall, the beautiful ladies in the wall laugh. The laughter gradually disappears and the emotions are ruthless."

This poem once again said from the mouth of the nephew that there is a special meaning. Long Qi stood beside Feng Xiaoer’s side, and carefully watched Feng Yi’s every move. Feng Xiao’er was like a playful white woman. Fairy, pink lips and a combination, **** and pretty, made him want to kiss a Fangze.

It is said that women have no talents, and Feng Xiaoer has his own unique thoughts. He dares to dare to say that he dares to do it. He will dance all kinds of interesting and beautiful dances. The singing is empty and crisp, and he can be said to be versatile. Her mouth does not say gentle words, but has a warm heart that is good at helping good people.

The Dragon Seven is completely clear, and the child is good. You must understand it slowly.

Feng Xiaoer wrote the ink and dried the ink, and pushed the paper painting to the front of the dragon. "Write it, please look at it."

Long Qi picked up the paper and painted it carefully. The words were as good as others, and they were magnificent and powerful. The painting is not bad, it is not perfect, but since there is a scene, a young lady can write such a good word and draw such a wonderful painting, it is very good.

Her former husband, and her now, is a world of difference. Since that time, when he woke up for his sword, he became so sly and exquisite. Whatever it will be, it is a strange thing. Long Qi is not without doubt. Although there were not many people who had contacted Feng Xiao before, now, to Long Qi It feels completely two people.

Dragon Seven didn't know if it was unfortunate or fortunate. However, the current nephew really attracted him. Maybe he just thought it was interesting at first, but he became more and more unable to extricate himself.

Feng Yuer has a different appealing charm. However, she does not know that this is not self-awareness and attracts others.

Long Qi walked to the window, and by the glimmer of the sun, the ink on the paper painting was completely dried, and the paper painting was folded and carefully hidden in the wide sleeve.

Long Qi turned his face, and Feng Xiao’s daughter seemed to fall asleep on the table.

Long Qi took a light step and took a step. He picked up the cloak hanging on the wooden frame and gently covered it behind the phoenix. He saw the little white face of Feng Xiaoer with some ink, a smile, and sleeves. Gently wipe off.

But I don't want to wake up Feng Xiaoer.

In Feng Xiao's cognition, although the Dragon Seven is gentle and elegant, it is a "dressed animal". Feng Xiaoer feels that the better it looks on the surface, the greater the contrast inside. With such an idea, Feng Xiaoer thinks that Dragon Seven is pleased. I also fell in love with her good-looking skin.

The heart jumped wildly and thought that Dragon Seven had to do something. Feng Xiaoer’s body was slightly on one side, but he forgot to sit on the stool at this moment and almost fell to the ground.

The heart of the Dragon Seven was even more mad, and was scared. Fortunately, the response was fast. He reached out and supported Feng Qier’s sideways body.

"Hey, you scared the king." Long seven blame, but more is self-blame and worry.

Feng Xiaoer is not easy to cure the rotten meat. If he falls, the arm is afraid that it will be abolished.

Feng Xiaoer was almost scared and stunned. He shouted and shook his head. He corrected his body and looked at the silver needle on the injured arm. He had a sigh of relief and was too dangerous. If it fell on the ground, these The silver needle was tied into the meat, and she did not want her life.

In the Qianlong area, good people are safe in their lives. Feng Xiaoer comforted himself.

Long Qi saw Feng Xiaoer's face pale, knowing that she was not too scared, and reached out and gently patted the back of Feng Xiaoer to give her a smooth breath.

Feng Yuer is thinking about how to send Long Qi. Long Jiu came in with the medicine box.

When Long Jiu went in, he saw such a picture of "Lang Qing Yi Yi", and the anger that was suppressed was instantly ignited.

Dragon seven, **** it.

Touching the sight of the dragon and the cold, if the phoenix is ​​frightened, there is an illusion of being raped on the spot.

Subconsciously moved the stool, away from the touch of the Dragon Seven.

Dragon Seven’s heart flashed and lost, and retreated to the side. Waiting for the dragon to pull the needle.

Feng Xiaoer sneaked into the dragon nine, obviously feeling that the dragon nine is angry, is he really angry? Feng Qier’s puzzling thoughts, Long Jiuyi sees Fang Cailong seven to give him a smooth back, must think that he is a woman who does not know how to hold.

Although Feng Yuer said that he doesn't care how others think about it, he is afraid of being misunderstood.

So Long Jiu does not like someone who is so unruly in his house? Feng Xiaoer guessed that there is only this reason.

Of course, Feng Qier will not be arrogant and think that Long Ji likes himself so jealous? After hesitating, Feng Xiaoer was shocked by this idea. Is it possible that Long Jiu is Hong Jiu, so I was so jealous when I saw the Dragon Seven entangled her?

everything is possible.

With this in mind, Feng Xiaoer began to look seriously at Long Jiu, trying to detect something in his eyes.

However, Longjiu is still cold and faint. Typical face-lifting eyes.

Long Qiu saw Feng Xiaoer peek at Long Jiu, inexplicably creating a sense of crisis.

I don't know why, Long Qi feels that there is some kind of unclear feeling between Feng Xiaoer and Long Jiu. It may be the nature of a man's dominance. Long Qi saw that Feng Xiaoer looked at Long Jiu with such a look. feel bad.