Chapter 222: Unscrupulous

Holding the letter, his fingertips were a little hot, and the cold young man frowned.

Xiao Fujin usually looks at it and is not stupid to this extent, how can he not use his brain when writing a letter?

The fingertips turned slightly on the fire paint, and the fourth master was a little worried. Isn't it that you've spoiled her too much lately, and you've spoiled her stupidly.

Suddenly, Master Zhenhuan's sentence "embarrassed emotional barrier, easy to attract evil spirits" sounded in his ears.

Rubbing his eyebrows, he was irritable. Evil spirit, he understands, what is emotional disorder? Is Xiao Fujin's emotional obstacle him? That fateful criticism, is he too spoiled to kill her?

The heart became sour in an instant.

Rubbing the fire paint of the letter, the young man's heart beat like a drum, and he was faintly worried.

As a prince, he must be wet with rain and dew, and he should not spoil a certain woman alone.

Immortality is a curse of all royalty from ancient times to the present.

He really shouldn't spoil her too much.

Master Ke Zhenhuan and the crazy monk said that she was easy to break, and the other said that she would not live for three years......

How could it be, how could he be ruthless and not spoil her?

What Master Zhenhuan and the Mad Monk said is true......

The fourth master frowned, unwilling to think about it anymore. He leaned against the table, his slender fingers pinching the back of his hand against his forehead, his brows furrowed.

As the old saying goes, come and don't be rude.

Fu Jin wrote a letter to him, if he didn't reply, it would be too bad to give her face.

In fact, this really can't be about pampering.

This letter will be replied to.

It's just that this letter with only one sentence of poetry makes him reply? Reply to her with a sentence of obscene poetry and glamorous words, shaking and harmony? Huang Ama will give her a cup of poisoned wine directly.

Don't go back? She was afraid that she would hide under the covers and cry.

The fingertips gently rubbed a few times on the fire paint of the seal, and the fourth master had the urge to sigh again for the first time.

Hmm, something seems wrong with this fire paint?

He held the envelope to his eyes and saw two shallow, angled scratches on it.

This is what Xiao Fujin did? Can she think of making a mark?

Oh, I was very bold, and I dared to make a mark and let Huang Ama dismantle it.

Jun's eyebrows furrowed suddenly, and he thought of the intact fire paint when he first got the letter, without the slightest trace of being opened.

The corners of the young man's lips outlined a handsome arc, if this mark was made by Xiao Fujin, then she was actually not so stupid, knowing that she had written something unsightly, so she made a mark to prevent others from looking at it.

Looking at the traces around the fire paint carefully at the light, the fourth master felt that his emperor Ama should not have opened this letter, but there was no trace of it being opened by others.

Unfolding the letter again, the light in the phoenix's eyes tightly locked the ten words, unscrupulous.

This is obviously an extremely unruly and extremely indecent obscene poem, but his phoenix eyes seem to be glued. The corners of his lips unconsciously went up.

There are traces of Xuan Bing being melted a little bit in the depths of her always cold phoenix eyes, and she misses her delicate face and soft skin.

The Ulanala family pampered her very well, and her skin was tender as if she could pinch out water, and when he kneaded it, a little red mark would fall.

In front of her, she sat up with her arms propped up, and the shadowy green silk half-covered and half-exposed the traces on her body.

His slender fingers were clenched, and he took a deep breath and came up with many reasons in an instant.

Actually, if you think about it, this letter is nothing.

The wind swaying makes the flowers soft, and what is written is only the scene of the flowers swaying with the wind, only people with impure minds will think of the red gauze tent swaying non-stop, and the beauty is delicate and soft.