In the bedroom, Yang Yue took out the fire fold and lit all the candlesticks, the candles burned slightly, and the candlelight illuminated all corners of the bedroom. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Silence, silence!

With a little effort, Lin Miaoyin walked in a reserved and dignified manners, as if he had become a person.

walked to the shelf bed, and also sat on the edge of the show bed, keeping the two separated from Yang Yue.

The pretty face is like smeared with cinnabar, red fluttering, in the clear eyes, tender like water, giving birth to a charming state, and the afterglow is on Yang Yue!

Asked softly and urgently: "Lord Wang, are you really going to marry a slave?" ”

In the past, in the Phantom Sound Pavilion, she had no intention of marrying at all, and was given Yang Yue by the pavilion owner, and after a few days of getting along, subtle changes occurred in her mind!

Yang Yue plans to discuss the matter of Changle Fang, but she must first understand the marriage in Yang Yue's mouth, and this matter is very important to her!

"A gentleman's word, a quick horse!" Yang Yue turned around, noticed Lin Miaoyin's dignified expression, and couldn't help but light up, after ten days of getting along, he had never seen the other party like this!

Yu Guang noticed that Yang Yue's attention was diverted to himself, and his words were categorical!

Lin Miaoyin's body was shocked, and Xia Fei's cheeks were like fiery clouds rising in the sky, spreading in the pretty face!

Fang's heart was pounding, her mouth was dry, she hurriedly got up, grabbed the teapot on the square table, poured warm tea into the teacup, looked panicked, and drank it all!

Carrying Yang Yue on his back, he touched his hot cheeks, and his words trembled. Shake asked: "The slave family is from the Phantom Sound Pavilion, does the prince dare to marry?" ”

"Why not?" Yang Yue asked rhetorically!

With a bang, the teacup in Lin Miaoyin's hand fell on the square table, and the teacup rolled down a few times, making a slight shaking sound!

Lin Miaoyin hurriedly reached out and grabbed the teacup, put it on the table, took a long breath, breathed and breathed, and waited for his mind to calm down a little.

"Lord Wang, marrying a slave family, not afraid of the eyes of the world?" Lin Miaoyin's heart was pounding, she asked again and again, and after speaking, she looked flustered, poured a cup of tea, and hurriedly drank it.

Yang Yue was silent, and while waiting, she only felt that her heart was extremely nervous, and her body trembled severely, as if she was facing a test of life and death.

"You and I get married, why care about the eyes of the world, before the New Year, this king will report to his father, carry a sedan chair, and marry you and Linxuan into the palace!" Yang Yue's tone is not slow, but there is no doubt!

At this time, Lin Miaoyin hurriedly turned around and returned to Yang Yue's side, and said urgently: "Lord Wang, you don't need to carry eight sedan chairs, the slave family only needs two sedan chairs!" ”

"Yes, could it be that during the period of recuperation, you have already considered marrying into the palace!" Hearing the sound, Yang Yue's face grew with a smile, looking at the graceful beauty in front of him, he couldn't help but look forward to the candle night in the cave room!

"Ah, Lord Wang, the slave family is in a hurry for a while, and has no idea of marrying the prince!" Lin Miaoyin hurriedly explained, but unfortunately it was too late.

For a while, his face was red, his ears were red, his hands were grabbing the corners of his clothes, and he stood in front of Yang Yue, very embarrassed, and had an urge to flee quickly.

Looking at Lin Miaoyin's cute and shy demeanor, Yang Yue completely understood why the emperor always liked the three thousand beauties of the harem, and changed the topic and said: "The matter of Changle Fang, you spend more time!" ”

"Lord Wang, in the matter of Changle Fang, the slave family must do their best!" Yang Yue didn't pursue the matter of marrying again, Lin Miaoyin couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, God knows why he made the gods say that kind of thing before!

At this time, Yang Yue put away his previous cynicism, bohemianism, and his expression became serious: "Changle Fang, three sects and nine streams, mixed fish and dragons, it is easiest to transmit news from all parties, you take over Changle Fang, and strive to disperse the trained intelligence spies to various counties, states and counties, this king must understand the situation in all parts of Datang!" ”

"Does the prince have the heart to fight for the king?" After pondering for a moment, Lin Miaoyin asked lightly.

In her eyes, Yang Yue wants to understand the situation in various parts of Datang, which must be related to winning the heir in the future!

"Father is alive and .....!" Yang Yue's eyes were aimed in all directions, his expression was cautious, and the second half of the sentence was simply said directly with lips!

Looking at it, Lin Miaoyin instantly understood Yang Yue's thoughts and wanted to speak, but was taken into Yang Yue's arms. Thinking of the previous incident, he panicked in his heart, and struggled to say: "If the prince wants to marry the slave family, and the pavilion master gives the slave family to the prince, the slave family has no right to choose this matter, but before the wedding, I hope that the prince will not behave frivolously and despise the slave family!" ”

"What if the king doesn't want to leave tonight?" Yang Yue looked at the beautiful woman in his arms with a shy expression and said playfully.

"You...."Lin Miaoyin's jade fingers were erected, pointing at Yang Yue, and the red glow in her pretty face flashed again.

wanted to struggle to leave, but Yang Yue's arm tightly hugged his waist, and he was so angry that his right hand turned into a knife and slashed at Yang Yue.

Yang Yue's ranking was far behind her, however, she was proficient in the art of strength, and Lin Miaoyin wanted to test Yang Yue's strength.

The hand knife slashed, with a gust of fragrant wind, Yang Yue was intoxicated, and quickly raised his hand to block!

Boom! Boom! Boom! In the bedroom, the sound of two people passing the trick sounded!

For a while, from the edge of the bed to the corner of the bed, and then from the corner of the bed to the ground, it is difficult to distinguish, no matter up and down!

Lin Miaoyin's moves are feminine, tricky and ruthless, and the knife is extremely fast, and every time she makes a move, she often attacks Yang Yue's vital points.

Yang Yue's fist style is not slow, and even far surpasses Lin Miaoyin, easily defusing the opponent's offensive, but the actual combat experience is still shallow, and he is not as tricky as Lin Miaoyin, and his moves hit the key points.

Several times the knife was hit by Lin Miaoyin's body, if it weren't for his intention to attack her. The feeling made Lin Miaoyin's heart confused, and the tricks were chaotic, and it was difficult to crack the opponent's moves.

In a hurry, Lin Miaoyin was angry and shy, and secretly scolded Yang Yue for being shameless.

In addition to anger, the attack in his hand is even more fierce, and for a while the hand knife is prominent, the face is red, the ears are red, and the fragrance is drenched in sweat, which is beautiful.

While marveling at Lin Miaoyin's appearance, Yang Yue couldn't help but marvel at the opponent's martial arts, he was injured, and his strength was far inferior to his own.

If you don't take the next three indiscriminate measures, you really can't help the other party!

Lin Miaoyin was also curious, in the moves, she could feel Yang Yue's strength, but the moves were rusty and rigid.

He is a prince, but his tricks are shameless and scoundrels have no lower limit, and the two sides have made moves, but he continues to underestimate himself!

Finding that Yang Yue's moves were rigid and not his opponent, Lin Miaoyin endured the pain and the more fierce the attack.

Boom!

Under the shame and indignation, Lin Miaoyin's speed became extremely fast, the hand knife attacked, only the afterimage remained, and in the onslaught, a thunder hand knife split, the lightning was too fast to cover the ear, hitting Yang Yue's arm, but it was lost and hit Yang Yue's chest.

Bang!

Burst!

Yang Yue spat out white water, his body staggered, he took six or seven steps backwards in a row, and his body fell heavily into the show bed, wailing a few times, his voice weakened, and he didn't move!

Looking at it, Lin Miaoyin was secretly proud, this prodigal son of Dengjiao also had times when he was taught a lesson by himself.

Soon realized that the situation was wrong, and quickly stepped forward, standing beside the show bed, and noticed that the other party was pale and breathless. hurriedly said: "Lord Wang, are you okay?" (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )