It’s true that Jing Yun indulged in lust, and his body wooed the expensive city.
The position of Lord can be hereditary and regardless of gender.
There used to be two female casters in Ziyun City!
She Jing Yun son can’t be the third female duke?
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591 Xiao Qing ‘er, I miss you (3)
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591 Xiao Qing ‘er, I miss you (3)
Jing Yun was shaking, embarrassed and angry.
I didn’t expect this man to be in such a mood.
Shaking his body consciousness, he flashed sideways toward a robot Lanqing, and Jing Yun fell on his back. Nalanqing then gave her a faint look. "Sorry, it’s a habit!"
Her eyes are calm and indifferent, as if everything can’t get into her eyes, but her eyes are calm and reveal that she is afraid to alienate herself from the mountains. Even Jing Yuner can’t help turning white as soon as she comes out.
Have a sense of shame.
What the hell is going on here?
Isn’t it too weird?
Na Lanqing’s eyebrows sank and his expression was light. "I don’t like people getting close!"
Jing Yun was very embarrassed when she fell down. She could feel the teasing expression on her head.
not resign oneself
Absolutely, absolutely, let this man be her skirt minister.
Absolutely!
NaLanQing indifference to inspire Jing Yun son fighting spirit is bound to get NaLanQing.
"The prime minister’s adult can’t drink, just drink tea. It’s just that the business owners’ chamber of commerce sells a batch of tea with good quality …"
When the duke saw his daughter beaten, he came out and hurriedly cleared the way.
……
A beautiful woman appeared to dance, and Jing Guchun paid all her attention to the dancer, who looked obsessed.
That woman is dancing in the crowd, and her dancing skill looks superb, which is somewhat watery.
After a dance, the woman was blessed. Jing Guchun immediately got up and hugged the woman’s waist and kissed her intimately. Then she was pulled to Nalanqing’s face. "Prime Minister, this is the concubine of the duke. Listen to the fate and meet the Prime Minister quickly!"
"My body listens to fate to meet the Prime Minister!" Beautiful women bow their heads with a smile and move like peach blossoms, with a touch of spring warmth and softness that every man will love.
Na Lanqing light glanced at it and moved the line of sight to nod a greeting.
The duke introduced the concubine to the lady of the duke, which shows that this concubine is not light in his heart!
……
During the banquet, Na Lanqing found a reason to get away from the tense atmosphere and immediately became relaxed. Looking at Na Lanqing’s back, there were many comments.
"It is said that Na Lanqing is cruel and overbearing. Is this something to say?"
"Not a hair grows up!"
"No matter how to say, we can’t let him ruin our plan. We can’t go back to the head. Just be a don …"
Someone made a gesture of killing, and everyone nodded in agreement.
……
On the way back to the inn, the carriage suddenly stopped, but the horse neighed but couldn’t walk.
Shang shallow sing now behind the carriage hands pull the carriage abruptly stopped the carriage.
This Machamp …
The carriage was forcibly stopped and appeared in the corner dressed in black. He looked at the curtain and nodded slightly. "I have something to tell you!" "
"car!"
Lift curtain dealer dusk cold flash in suddenly face a black.
It’s so crowded.
There were several people sitting in the small carriage, some lying down and eating, and what’s more, there was a wolf lying down.
It’s cold at dusk "…"
"What is it?"
Na Lanqing glanced at a small carriage sitting in front of it. I don’t know how many people got in. The poor horse couldn’t pull it …
Clapping the Wolf King’s head, "Shaqima will pull the cart!"
"Ow-woo … woo-woo …" A howl was a protest.
It’s a wolf king, not a horse. How can it pull a cart?
"If you don’t pull it, you will die!" Na Lanqing’s face is disgusting.
The wolf didn’t eat much at all, but he couldn’t do the work and took up space.