The Best Fake Eunuch

"What is this?" Seeing Xiao Chen take out a pair of black stockings, Yang Feng'er expressed her doubts.

"You'll know after you try it on." Xiao Chen smiled a little shyly, because of his own habit that he was embarrassed to say.

Don't laugh at Xiao Chen if it's a man, who the hell, dare you say you don't like it?

It's not a man who doesn't like it, let me tell you!

"Just put it on like this?" Yang Feng'er was taken aback. Although it was black, it seemed to be very transparent under the sun.

"You can wear a short skirt outside. By the way, you untie your hair first." Xiao Chen took out another set of black uniforms customized for her.

Uniforms are also very tempting.

Don't ask why you are tempted, you all know it so well, don't pretend to be innocent.

Long hair shawl, close-fitting black open-necked suit, short skirt above the knee, plus black stockings...

"It's really strange." After Yang Feng'er changed her clothes, she stood in front of the bronze mirror and saw a completely different self.

"Can this kind of clothes be worn out? Don't be laughed at by others." Yang Feng'er said so, but in her heart she felt that she looked good in this outfit, but the neckline was too big, the snow white was half exposed, and her legs were too exposed. Much, curvy, embarrassing.

In other words, even the singers and dancers in the four major brothels would not dare to wear it like this?

"This was designed by Zhang Dafu? Why is he so courageous?" Yang Feng'er talked to herself for a long time, but she didn't see Xiao Chen's answer. When she turned around and saw him, she was startled, "What's wrong with you?"

"Huh? I'm fine." Xiao Chen's heart was shaking, and he was almost drunk.

"You're bleeding!" Yang Feng'er shouted.

"Ah?" Xiao Chen touched his nose, it was really sticky, what a shame!

"You are really...too..." Yang Feng'er found a handkerchief to help him dry his nosebleed, covered his mouth and sneered.

"What's wrong!" Xiao Chen put his arms around her slender waist, and gently blew in her ears.

"No, it's really itchy." Yang Feng'er smiled delicately.

"So you're ticklish?" Xiao Chen bit her small earlobe, sticking out his tongue to lick it lightly.

"You are really too bad!" Yang Feng'er's breathing suddenly became rapid, and she fell into Xiao Chen's arms...

I don't know how long it took before a sudden storm finally stopped.

"You take me away." At this moment Yang Feng'er has been completely conquered by Xiao Chen.

Convinced and surrendered.

"I promise you." Xiao Chen said, "As long as there is a chance, I will definitely take you away."

Xiao Chen didn't make a wish casually, but was serious.

It is said that there have been many people who cheated the emperor since ancient times, but he is probably the only one who specializes in digging the corner of the emperor like Xiao Chen.

It's okay to try to poach the empress, imperial concubine and concubine, not even a noble person!

No wonder Li Wanjiang wanted to kill him.

But the nobleman is willing to go with him, but the imperial concubine refuses to go. Duanmu Nanqiao is a girl who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and she has the right idea!

Xiao Chen is going to persuade her again, because it is the most dangerous for her to stay in the palace.

"Where are you from?" As soon as Xiao Chen came in, Duanmu Nanqiao sniffed and frowned, Xiao Chen found that her nose was also very small.

"What's the matter?" Xiao Chen felt guilty, and hurriedly looked at himself, it was nothing, he was neatly dressed.

"There is a smell of rouge on my body." Duanmu Nanqiao said coldly.

"Hey, this is the harem, all of them are girls, isn't it normal to smell a little bit of rouge?" Xiao Chen said.

He didn't know that the smell of rouge and the smell of rouge were actually different.

"You came at the right time. I just wrote a poem. Take a look." Duanmu Nanqiao knew his bad behavior, so he didn't ask further.

"Really? I've had a look." Xiao Chen showed the face of a genius.

"There is frost on the reeds in the northern country, the moon is cold and the mountains are green. Who said that thousands of miles have passed since this evening, and the dream is as far away as the head of the pass... Good poem, good poem! Is this for me?" Xiao Chen took her trial draft Chant aloud and praise again and again.

Really good.

"Well, why don't you write a poem and give it to me?" Duanmu Nanqiao laid out a piece of rice paper himself, and pulled up his sleeves to rub the ink for him.

"Rong Mou thinks carefully... I have it! You asked about the return date, and the rain in Fengyang filled the autumn pond. Why should you cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rains in Fengyang!" It is an eternal quatrain.

"Alas..." Duanmu Nanqiao sighed leisurely. He thought about it day and night, and spent a lot of effort to write this poem that he thought was very good. One hundred times stronger.

"Small art, let's talk about it, why are you so serious?" Xiao Chen is her confidant, so he knows what she is thinking.

"Hmph, of course you said that!" Duanmu Nanqiao would also be angry.

"I also filled out a poem called Touching the Fish, you can read it again." Unconvinced, he took out another poem and gave it to Xiao Chen.

It is written.

Inch and inch of cloud, the slightest afterglow, whether there is light or not is hard to disappear. It is urging the soul to break, and it is shining and shaking. Looking at the mountains and rivers, people go and go, faintly. From now on, it will be bitter and bitter, just like tonight.

Qing Yunyao. Asking the sky should not, looking at the little Shuangqing, it is boring. Who is it that hurts Huajiao? Who wants to be happy, steal vegetarian fans, and write and describe? Who cares, life after life, night after night.

Beautiful words, well written.

But what touched Xiao Chen was not the beautiful words, but the parting emotions contained in the words, which were so profound.

In particular, the two sentences of joy, joy, and sourness echoed up and down, which made people feel desolate, and the two sentences of life after life, Mu Mu Chao Chao almost directly expressed the deep affection in her heart.

Day and night, life after life, are you thinking of me?

How can I, Xiao Chen, be so favored by you?

"I didn't write about you, I just wrote casually." Duanmu Nanqiao is also Xiao Chen's confidant, seeing his silence, one can tell what he is thinking.

"It's not me, who is that?" Xiao Chen felt a sense of loss for no reason.

He just talked about the little tricks of the essay, just for fun, but now he is serious.

"You also fill in a poem like this." Duanmu Nanqiao didn't answer.

"Ask the world, what is love, just teach life and death? Flying guests from all over the world, the old wing has several cold and heat. Joy is short, parting is bitter, and there are even more idiotic children. You should have a saying: ten thousand miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains Mu Xue, who is the shadow going to?"

As soon as Xiao Chen saw the word card Moyuer, he remembered this word, which fits the situation at this moment.

His voice was clear and bright, very magnetic, with ups and downs, but full of affection, and when he recited the last line, he was still slightly sad.

But it wasn't intentional, it was just because this sentence was too sad, a man of temperament like Xiao Chen couldn't hold himself back.

Xiao Chen is from a later life, in today's world, isn't he just a lonely shadow?

In the future, there will be thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and evening snow, and when I return, I will be alone.

What the hell, why did you let the young master travel through time?

Time travel is time travel, but it still makes me worry so much.

If there is still a chance to travel back...but who am I only shadowing?