Tyrannical Wang’s Beloved Wife

Jing Wan followed Li Hongyuan out the door to think about whether she wanted to bring a maid or not.

“Just let the Black Sister and the White Horse follow.” Li Hongyuan ordered people directly.

The two men's martial arts, Li Hongyuan naturally won't let them fall. Instead, they intensified their training. At a time when Jing Wan did not know, the sun did not fall.

Originally black and white chicks had no idea who had been taught to train them, and now they are basically numbered. But no one has unraveled it or mentioned it to Jing Wan, which in a way is between the princess and the prince.

“Men's clothes?” A maid should be just like her master.

“No, it doesn't have any effect on them. In fact, if you follow the arrangement over there, it doesn't matter if you follow the bright side. ”

Yang Wan flipped a white eye gently. Now she's talking about this. Interesting? If she hadn't been prepared to wear men's clothes from the beginning, she wouldn't have taken them out, and she would have never refused knowing such a small thing. The man really, “didn't mean it" from the start and ate her to death.

Li Hongyuan smiled and scratched Mandy's nose, then naturally kissed her.

The guard included Li Su-yan and others. The first time he saw Jing Wan in the men's clothes, the first reaction was when there was a little boy so close to Prince Jin. Then he realized that it was the Princess. He hurriedly moved his gaze away and didn't dare to look more. As for the reason for Princess Jin's costume, no one went back to investigate it.

Li Hongyuan's journey, if not requested by Jing Wan, is basically a master who can't hide his whereabouts. Today, with certain purposes, he can't hide.

There are not many guards around, more than twenty in total, and a few women guards. Is that all the guards? Naturally not.

Li Hongyuan is very clear that Jiangnan is the nest of the remaining sins of the previous dynasty. He does not know the exact number, but surely there will be no shortage of them. This group of people is committed to finding trouble for the Royal Li family. Assassination is a normal thing. Today's situation is strange if you don't do it, Yuan is on his side. In case, he will certainly arrange it properly.

Arriving in the river, a two-storey painting, looks a lot bigger than a normal painting, the lower floor surrounded by hangings and all the other things removed, the carved beam painting building, the interior is also set up with a fine wash, a glance, the upper floor, like a house, the middle position is no top, like connecting the two walkways, relatively narrower, the outside leaves a wider distance, the "house” on both sides, a little shorter on the left side, on the right side, in euphemism, there is either a small three-storey or a fake layer, the top is also an eagle carving, the glass decoration, you can see, the painting alone takes a lot of thought.

Of course, the real beauty is not the painting, but the people in the painting.

Because of their arrival, the beauty of one water emerged from the painting, headed by Aunt May, the back two rows of twelve people, which is the national color of the heavenly fragrance, each with its own distinctive features, and then there are a group of younger looking maids, look at that color, in about a year or two, will become a real rocking tree of money.

Needless to say, this scene is absolutely full of bliss, it brings so many beauties together, and it's the kind of beauty pageant in previous life, it's not likely to reach this level. After all, those people are beautiful, can they be chess books and drawings, literary cultivation samples combined?

Yang Wan praised it in his heart. This trip was the right one.

Faced with these beauties, Master Mu couldn't help but look at them twice. The most indifferent person is probably Li Hongyuan. Especially when she saw Jingyuan as if her eyes were glowing. She had never looked at herself like this. Then the look instantly became cold by three points. If her eyes were lethal, these beauties would probably ruin their appearance.

Li Hongyuan grabbed Jing Wan's waist and walked straight to the painting.

Although Aunt May and others bowed their heads, Yu Guang could still see Li Hongyuan's actions. Naturally, he hurried to show the people behind him to spread out and stay out of the way.

Jing Wan retracted his attention and looked at Li Hongyuan on the side. He turned to understand his current state and couldn't help but laugh.

Li Hongyuan looked at her obliquely, "Very funny?” It's darker by three points.

Jing Wan quickly reached out and caressed his back and quickly smoothed his hair. “No, absolutely not. ”

But Li Hongyuan's face hasn't improved at all. “Maybe we should go back now. Sometimes I even wonder if I shouldn't take you out. This mind is more of a cross-country game. Today's painting, tomorrow's the Green House, right? Gangnam should still have a South Wind Hall. Shall I show you? ”

Yang Wan really didn't know what to say. This man was being childish, like a three-year-old. At this time, it's best not to say anything, look at him, focus on him, think of him as the world, not ask about the way forward, not ask about the way down, and then...

Even if Li Hongyuan didn't look at her, his face eased and his hands covered Jing Wan's eyes. "Don't look. ”

Jing Wan smiled like a flower.

Li Hongyuan looked at her flanking, “You're done. I won't do anything to you. ”

“All right, well, this‘ beautiful day 'is unbeatable. ”

The voices between the two did not converge. Aunt May and others did not dare to look at Li Hongyuan. It was only from the clothes that it was the man standing beside him. At first, he saw the movement of the Prince Jin, and was surprised that he was actually a good southern wind. However, when this man opened his mouth, the woman's voice could not be more obvious. Now that we understand the reasons for Prince Jin's appearance, it is not necessary to be shocked. However, this kind of thing is best stopped in the stomach, regardless of whether others will know it or not, but not in their own words.

It is no wonder, then, that the Guild of Paintings made those demands.