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At this time, outside the camp tent, the voice of the subordinates came: "little general, please welcome the prince."

Smell speech, Ji long night Mou light move, and three princes look at each other.

Yun Haotian opened his mouth and asked, "what did you say?"

"The Prince did not say anything." See is three princes ask a word, subordinate says cautiously.

"Please wait a moment for the prince, and I will go after a moment." Ji long night a smile, then let subordinates go back to report.

The prince has not seen each other for three days. It must not be a good thing to ask him to come.

Fortunately, his identity is so embarrassing, even if the Ji family target, the prince is not good to do anything to him.

"Be careful."

Before leaving, the third prince whispered.

Ji long night hook lips: "rest assured."

He shook the snow fan in his hand, and the landscape paintings on the fan were all obvious. He looked at the fan and said in a low voice, "maybe we need to talk."

Language falls, a trace of light overflows from the depths of black eyes.

……

In the camp, singing, dancing and leveling.

The prince took off his veil, and his handsome face was now bloated.

In the cold winter season, all kinds of beauties, with heavy makeup and thin clothes, dance in the center, and swing their waist as hard as they can. Their waist is like a water snake, and their eyes are like silk. They are incomparably attractive.

Yun Lingtian's hand is holding a grand cup full of wine, and he is watching the beauty in front of his eyes.

After a few cups of wine, his eyes were a little confused. He stretched out his long arm and pulled the beauty into his arms. He bent down and pressed the beauty on the soft couch.

At the critical moment, all the people in the tent were drooping their eyes and did not dare to look directly at them.

Just then, outside the camp tent, the little father-in-law outside the door suddenly made a noise, and the sharp duck voice instantly destroyed the interest of the people inside: "prince, young general Junji, long night to see you!"

"Make him wait!"

As expected, Yun Lingtian was buried in the fragrance of beauty, but his eyes were full of haze, and his tone was violent to the extreme.

"It's said that the prince has a red rash on his face, but really?" Outside the camp, Ji Changye, who was forced to wait, was happy and contented. She put a snow fan on her face, and her face was inexplicable. Without any trace, she set news on her father-in-law.

The little father-in-law pursed his lips and said, "well, the little general will know when he sees the prince."

The prince didn't leave the camp for three days, and the rash on his body was suppressed, but in the end, it was leaked.

In the end, people dare not talk about it in front of the prince.

See Ji long night unexpectedly dare to ask this, small father-in-law heart a jump, more cautious careful, for fear of saying a wrong.

"Oh?" Ji Changye raised her eyebrows as if she didn't know the truth. She laughed: "I heard that the crown prince was not well, so I quickly asked the young lady of Yingchun pavilion to ask for the secret recipe. I heard that even with the scar, the skin can become smooth and delicate, but I don't know if the crown prince can use it."

Wen Yan, little father-in-law: --

More dare not answer.

And in the camp, hearing Ji Changye's words, Yun Lingtian grabs the bed sheet in his hand, and the silky fabric is pinched out several folds.

Welcome spring pavilion? Little lady?

Ji Changye dares to offer something from chunlou to him! Yun Lingtian's eyes are full of fire. Originally, he intended to make Ji Changye difficult and let him wait outside for a long time. However, he is the one who gets angry.

"Ah Beauty suddenly pain called a, caught off guard, was pinched by his pain.

The next second, the cloud returns to the sky and pushes people away without interest: "roll!"

The prince was moody, with rashes all over his face, and he didn't hide his anger, so his face looked particularly ferocious.

All of them trembled, staggering their eyes one after another.

As soon as the beauty's face turned white, she hurriedly arranged her clothes and stepped back.

"Come in!" Knowing that it was impossible for people to wait outside, the prince relaxed his mouth with a gloomy face.

Language falls, Ji long night with cold wind into the tent.

Yun Lingtian arranges his not messy clothes and looks at Ji Changye with a gloomy face.

But see Ji long night sweep to one side of beauty, handsome Yan hook out a bit of evil sycophant, stir up a beauty's jaw: "prince, the beauty here is really beautiful, rare to see."

Ji Changye is absurd, but he looks cold and stern. Even if he makes such a teasing move, it will still make people blush and heartbeat.

"If you like, take it."

See, the prince's gloomy eyes across a glimmer of light, the next wave, toward the bottom of the dancers make a wink.

"Long night is not greedy, just one." Without any trace, she pushes away the women who have escaped and pasted them. Ji Changye pulls the woman into her arms. Her bones are clearly across the woman intentionally or unintentionally, which is full of provocation.

Women are in his arms like spring water.See Ji long night as long as one, Prince squint, immediately hear him way: "the emperor is next door, micro minister or careful."

As he spoke, there was a trace of fear on his face.

Ji's family is now in the wind and rain. If the emperor doesn't like it, he, as the only heir of Ji's family, is responsible.

Smell speech, the suspicion in Prince Mou just subsides.

"Brother Ji, sit down quickly. How can I have time to see my highness?"

It was the prince who announced him, but this became that he came to find the prince on his own initiative.

Ji long night Phoenix eyes light squint, leaning in the arms of beauty, his face cold, with this beauty, unexpectedly like peach blossom lying in the spring breeze, demon charm people. The sharp fingertips around a wisp of soft hair, gently playing.

"I didn't see the prince for three days. I thought he was sick, so I came to visit him. It's only when you see the prince, his demeanor is still the same, that a big stone hanging in his heart can be regarded as falling down. "

Ji Changye's words are full of emotion. She stops in Yun Lingtian's ears, but she just feels disgusted.

He is not stupid. This time, it must have something to do with Yun Haotian. Ji Changye is so close to Yun Haotian. Can he be less?

Thinking of this, Yunling Tian's eyes darkened, and his eyes swept the screen in the dark. After seeing the screen, he made a gesture with the invisible shadow, and then he regained his mind.

Ji Changye takes out a small porcelain vase from her arms and gives it to her father-in-law.

Thinking of what Ji Changye said just now outside the camp, the wine cup held by Yun Lingtian was tight, and a shallow crack appeared on the wine cup.

Ji long night a smile, smile of carelessness: "this is the secret recipe that the minister seeks, hope your highness can use."

Words fall, "pa -".

The wine cup in Yun Lingtian's hand cracked, and his hand was instantly stained with blood.

Seeing that Ji Changye looked up at him, he gave a smile. He took the handkerchief from the little father-in-law, covered up the gloom in his eyes, and said: "the little general is so intimate. I'm very moved."

Moved?

How can he use the things of brothel?

He wrapped the wound on his hand with a handkerchief, and Yun Lingtian scratched a trace of anger at the bottom of his eyes.

But I don't know that Ji Changye's secret recipe is not from brothel. It's really the antidote for his rash.

As soon as Ji Changye left, he ordered people to throw away the antidote. The rash, which could be cured in three days, lasted for a month.

"It's a cold day. Give the young general a cup of sweet soup to warm him up." Think of business, cloud Lingtian immediately convergence in the heart, it is sweet soup.

In the blink of an eye, the delicate cup was brought to the front. Ji Changye raised her eyebrows without the slightest vigilance, and stretched out her hand to twist the cup.

The well-defined fingers gently swing the cup in their hands, looking at the sweet soup in the cup, thick soup, emitting wisps of sweet fragrance.

With a smile in his eyes and a pair of charming eyes, he stared at the prince in front of him, but without words.

See he picked up the cup, but no other action, cloud Lingtian eye across a trace of cold, narrow eyes smile into a crack, full of inviting the emperor into the urn posture.

"Why not, but this sweet soup is not to the taste of the little general?"

The prince stares at Ji Changye, four eyes are opposite, eyes meet, eyes meet.

After a while, Ji Changye said with a smile: "Your Highness's sweet soup is naturally appetizing."

Speaking, black eyes without trace across the side of the screen.

The screen is on one side of the theme. From his point of view, there is no sign behind the screen.

As soon as he looked back, the snow fan in his hand gently knocked on the foot of the table, the cup in his hand was placed in front of his nose, and the wings of his nose moved, as if he was tasting sweetness.

After smelling it, he hooked his lips, and the corners of his lips sparked an interesting smile: "hawthorn, longan, tremella, eh --"

and a trace of poison gas.

He chuckled, but did not drink it for the first time. His hand, which was originally wrapped in the beauty's fine hair, had already swam to the top, crossed the beauty's cheek and gently played with the hairpin on her head.

He touched the woman all over the soft, nestled in front of him, as if to tease, that pair of Yan Mou hook people like to look at him.

"Ye" woman is just about to gather in front of Ji Changye and instigate several times. However, with Ji Changye's hand picking, the delicate silver hairpin slipped down from the bun and flowed all over the place like a green silk brocade.

It was a thrilling scene of beauty, but I didn't want to. The next second, I heard the prince was furious and overturned the table: "what's the matter?"

The silver hairpin fell straight into the cup, but after a while, it turned black.

As soon as the prince's face coagulated, he swept into the woman's eyes, full of evil spirit.

Did not expect things to become like this, a woman screamed, instantly kneeling on the ground, crying for mercy.

The prince was so angry that no one dared to stand and knelt down one after another.

Yunling has to vomit blood in the weather. He never thought that Ji Changye would avoid a good blow. His face is dark. Now the silver hairpin is black. The sweet soup he gave is poisonous. All the spears are directed at him.How can he be tired of this tone!

He swept the screen subconsciously. After seeing the screen, the shadow didn't move. He knew that this time, he had to solve it by himself.