Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Young Master Zhao was ashamed, “What are you looking at? ”

Shen Kibai felt even stranger, “It's not good. Why are you looking at it? ”

Prince Zhao snorted coldly, "Don't make love yourself. ”

She was a little speechless, but she didn't really want to go in the right direction against herself.

There was a movement coming out of the window, causing a few people to look at each other.

Seeing the gates open, many generals riding horses, wearing armor, is very serious.

The people of the city consciously detoured, and even so, many soldiers did their duty in order to avoid any accidents.

“What happened?” One of them squeezed by the window, strange.

Prince Zhang shook the fan, "You don't know that. I hear it's the day the Little Prince returns from the sandbox. ”

I only met the leader, riding a horse, he was quite tall and very expensive.

Qingjun's sophisticated face caused those girls to frequently cast their eyes and blushed.

Though he looks like a noble man, the aura around him should not be underestimated. At first glance, he dared not create a little disrespect.

It was as if he had a brazen anger stained from the battlefield, a clear eyebrow and a compelling temper.

The other son had to take a breath backwards and muttered, "No wonder my cousin was obsessed with the little prince. There is only one such man, I'm afraid, in the capital. ”

“Speaking of this little prince.” One of them shook a fan and shook it, “I heard he could write poetry when he was three years old. He was five years old and finished the exit chapter, and seven years old danced with a knife and made a gun. Today, the emperor is full of praise. The South King's Palace holds part of the military power and guards the frontier. When the South King was young, he called it a tiger. He said that the tiger father had no dog son. This little prince is more blue than blue. ”

Prince Zhang also admired, “At the age of 13, the young prince fought with Prince Nam. After only two years of kung fu, his name was prominent, and many enemy troops fled with the wind. ”

“Wen Wu Shuangquan, so excellent, no wonder the group of Taifu often mentioned it.” One of the boys had to mumble.

Shen Woo whispered and raised her gaze slightly. She was sitting near the window with a great view.

Though the generals passed by, the market did not abate any liveliness, with a large audience and even a number of young girls.

It just suddenly got a little dull when they saw those girls throwing flowery rust pads and bags out with their red faces.

She couldn't bear to ask, "What does that mean? ”

Mr Zhang shook the fan and said, "Brother Yin Yu, you don't get it. ”

“You don't understand.” Prince Zhao watched her gaze all the time on the little prince. For some reason, he snorted a little sour in his heart.

Shumwood touched her nose, she really didn't understand.

“Fourth Brother, this is throwing flowers.” Son Yin took the lead, "usually unmarried women throw their embroidery pads and bags at the man they love only when the generals return from the sand and take the title. If the man received it and did not return it to the girl, it would be a wish, and after the stay, he could come to the door to kiss. ”

Lord Yin glared at him violently.

Third Young Master Yin showed a small and proud look.

Shum nodded white and put his eyes back.

The little prince was naturally the one who had been thrown the most, but his eyes were not oblique and he had not looked at the pockets of embroidery.

The girls' hearts fell to the ground alone.