Quick Transmigration Little Stalker: The big villain is moving

Chapter 146

On the way to Lanyue Xiaozhu, Fulin pressed his eyelids and carefully glanced at the beauty beside him.

He muttered a few times, before showing a hesitant persuasion, "Beauty, I'm afraid it's inappropriate for you to dress like this and go to the Moon House?"

Jiang Wan wrapped the plain cloak around her body tightly, and smiled softly, "What's wrong? This beauty is already the Dijun's bedside person. Why don't you go there late at night and dress up beautifully, with pink and black on your face?"

Fulin coughed lightly twice, but didn't say anything more, "."

Yes, you are undressed and beautiful, with pink and daisy on your face.

But at least you have to put on your dress, how can you wrap a cloak outside, and only one obscene dress inside!

Although Jiang Wan agreed to Fulin's request, she didn't bother to dress up, so her black hair was scattered like this, and she just wrapped a big cloak in her belly pocket and went to Lanyue Xiaozhu.

But the beauty's skin and bones are enchanting, even if no makeup is applied, she is still charming and graceful, glamorous and incomparable.

The breeze blows the skirt, and the jade legs are slender.

Like willows, like silk.
After a while, Lanyue Xiaozhu arrived.

Fulin wanted to knock on the door to make an announcement, but Jiang Wan stopped her with her hand.

She gave her a wink and signaled Fulin to bring her the medicinal food.

With the medicinal food in her hand, Jiang Wan only felt the taste was fishy and bitter, which made people feel very uncomfortable in the stomach.

Is this medicated diet?It is no different from the bitter medicine Coptis chinensis!
She didn't knock on the door, but pushed the door open and walked in.

Where has Fulin ever seen such a person directly rushing into the emperor's bedroom, staring dryly, seeing the beauty disappearing from his eyes as soon as he took a step.

In the house, the candles are lit at daytime, and the incense burns gracefully
Jiang Wan walked in with the medicinal food, and soon saw Fu Zhan resting on the desk with his head on his hands.

She walked over and put the medicinal food on the table.

Although the voice was soft, the man who was taking a nap did not open his eyes, but said faintly, "Leave it, I have no appetite."

As soon as the words fell, "Jiaorou" suddenly squeezed into his arms, sat between his knees, and hooked his neck.

In the ears, there is a charming voice.

Like a witch wrapped around the body of the Buddha.

"Dijun has no appetite for medicinal food, but does he have an appetite for others?"

Fu Zhan's eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyelids.

When she entered her eyes, she met a pair of charming eyes.

With a smile, with a coquettish.

After a while, he curled the corners of his lips, and asked with a warm smile, "Why is the beauty here?"

It's not that Jiang Wan couldn't see that the smile was alienated and full of hypocrisy.

But she could still see the panic and restraint in his eyes.
Tolerate?
But Dijun, how long can you bear it?

Jiang Wan moved her legs and changed her sitting position.

She faced him face to face, her lips pressed close to each other.

"Fulin said that the emperor didn't eat for a day, so he locked himself in the room to paint!" Jiang Wan frowned, and glared at him tenderly, "I haven't seen the emperor for a few days, why did the emperor not come?" Gambled?"

Fu Zhan shrank his pupils, pursed his lips and remained silent.

He also doesn't know why his appetite has been poor recently, and he has no appetite for anything he sees.Late in the day and night, the cup of peach blossom herbal diet brought to him always haunted him in his dreams, longing to eat it again!
He thought that his time was approaching, but it turned out that he was just thinking about her taste, but he tried his best to hold back and denied it.

Those who deliberately push people away are like snakes and scorpions.

Perhaps the spirit has already been turned upside down.
Seeing that Fu Zhan didn't say a word, Jiang Wan just stared at her closely, and said with a smile, "I heard that the emperor has been concentrating on painting recently, where is the painting? Maybe let others appreciate it?"

Fu Zhan, "I haven't started painting yet, so I'm afraid I won't be able to show it to beauties."

"Why don't you write?"

"Paper thin."

Jiang Wan glanced at the rice paper on the table,

Ming is of excellent quality, how can you lie to her that the paper is thin?
If you miss her, just say you miss her, there is no need for duplicity.

"It turns out that the emperor dislikes the badness of drawing paper?" The beauty raised her hibiscus jade face, slightly parted her delicate lips, and kissed that clear chin.

It tossed and turned, and finally stopped at the corner of his lips.

She smiled like a coquettish bird, coaxing softly, and acting coquettishly, "Then let's not use this thin paper, how about using jade paper?"

Fu Zhan was burned by the hot lips, his eyes were closed and his voice was hoarse, "What is jade paper?"

玉纸
The beauty in his arms suddenly turned around between his knees.

Thin back to Junrong.

Jiang Wan lazily stretched out her jade arm, and untied the satin rope of the plain cloak with her long fingers.

The cloak wrapped in icy muscles and bones fell to the ground in an instant.

The snow-white color dazzles people's eyes, but the peach-pink apron satin rope on the waist and back is even more shocking.

She leaned over the desk as soft as if she had no bones, brushing away the rippling black hair behind her back with her fine fingers, and turned to look at Fu Zhan behind her.

With a smile on her delicate lips, she is bewitching and enchanting.

"Jade paper is."

"Muscle and bone are jade, and aster is king paper."

(End of this chapter)