Chapter 109: I really want to marry her

Could it be that the thank-you are here to heal yourself?

When I looked up, I had a strange look.

Unintentionally catching a glimpse of Yuan Changhuan's peach blossom eyes, he held his breath in thanks, and after a moment, he spoke softly and politely, "Within half an hour, try not to move, this son will leave first." ”

"After all, it's not appropriate to stay in a woman's boudoir for a long time."

These words were said to Rong Yuanhou and to Yuan Changhuan.

Without waiting for Yuan Changhuan to nod and urge, his father, who was dragging his feet, frowned coldly, "Ben Hou is here, who dares to say that it is inappropriate!" ”

"You and Yuanyuan can be regarded as a master and apprentice, don't stick to these vulgar rituals, come if you want to come in the future."

Xie Ci smiled gently, "Master Hou really has great wisdom." ”

The gentleman's stumbling praise makes people not suspect that he is a sycophant.

Rong Yuanhou, who has always been disgusted with others saying good things, immediately laughed, "Let's go, Benhou invites you to go to Zhaoyuan Restaurant for a drink!" ”

Yuan Changhuan looked confused, looked at his father and brother, hugged him, and took him out.

Coming to the door.

He smiled back with a smile of thanks.

The thin lips are lightly hooked, and the phoenix eyes are pitch black.

Yuan Changhuan's arm suddenly had layers of dense small bumps.

Creeps.

"Little cousin?"

Just when Yuan Changhuan was immersed in the shock brought to him by the thanks, a low voice from Yingqicheng came from outside.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Yuan Changhuan looked at him dissatisfied.

This person helped to thank him, and now he dares to appear in front of her.

Yuan Changhuan sat up from the bed, his eyes bright.

Even more so against her countenance.

Ying Qicheng's originally crowned jade face was a little flattering, "Little cousin, if it weren't for Xie Shizi, both of us would have been severely punished now, after all, beating the prince is also a big crime." ”

Father and Emperor have always loved to look at brothers, friends and brothers, and if he knew that he had secretly teamed up with his little cousin and beaten the six emperor brothers, he would definitely be furious.

Yuan Changhuan's fierce expression was a little soothing, "Can the six princes know now?" ”

"I don't know, Xie Shizi helped us blame others for this matter."

Ying Qicheng rubbed his hands and looked meaningful: "Now the Sixth Emperor Brother is estimated to be in trouble with the Fourth Emperor Brother." ”

Until Ying Qicheng put down the medicinal wine and left, Yuan Changhuan still frowned and pondered.

In the end, a terrible conclusion was drawn.

Xie Ci really wants to marry her!

Wrong wrong......

Yuan Changhuan shook his head, this is not the point, the point is why Xie Ci helped the Seventh Prince to blame the Fourth Prince.

Isn't Xie Ci an emperor in his previous life, but the emperor in his previous life was the fourth prince.

Yuan Changhuan became more and more unable to figure it out, the emperor and the emperor, the resignation is smaller than the four princes, and the origin of this emperor is strange.

Whether or not they have been neglected by themselves.

"Miss, Miss Wind has come to see you."

The brisk voice of the jade satin came, and Yuan Changhuan stabilized his mind.

"Jade Satin, you come in first and help me change my clothes."

"Yes!"

Trying to be helped up by the jade satin, Yuan Changhuan found that his waist was really good.

Twisted the willow waist, no pain.

When he saw Feng Jinyue, Yuan Changhuan had already acted freely.

"Hey, round beauty, didn't you twist your waist?"

Entering Yuan Changhuan's boudoir, Feng Jinyue asked worriedly.

Yuan Changhuan picked up the teapot in his hand and poured a cup of fruit tea for Feng Jinyue, and then his red lips opened slightly, and his voice was as curling as a string, "It's cured." ”

Feng Jinyue sighed, "It's really worthy of the era of capable people, and it can be cured so quickly when you twist your waist." ”

Accustomed to Feng Jinyue's surprising words from time to time, Yuan Changhuan smiled at the corners of his lips, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and looked at her with beautiful eyes, "Do you have something on your mind?" ”