The Eighth Prince of Mobei gritted his teeth and finished speaking word by word.

He walked over and carried Feng Qingcheng on his shoulders.

"ah--"

Feng Qingcheng screamed in surprise, and his long black hair suddenly hangs down like a waterfall.

The veil fell lightly.

However, everyone had no chance to see the beauty's face, because the Eighth Prince of Mobei had already carried the man away and took a group of followers to leave Hongxiuzhao.

Everyone present knew it well—

Feng Qingcheng fell into the hands of the Eighth Prince of Mobei, and was afraid that he would fall into the mouth of the big bad wolf with the little lamb. He might be eaten by... tonight.

Not even the scum is left.

After a farce ended, the guests who were rushing to the courtesanthemum, stood up and left.

Bai Mo rose up in her sleeves.

Nangong Yu called her from behind: "Young Master Murong, you are a woman... It is not safe to walk alone at night. I will send you back to your house."

Nangong Xu was a little surprised at Nangong Yu's enthusiasm.

Perhaps because of his childhood experience in the palace, his fourth brother was cold-hearted and indifferent. He always held an iceberg face with no expression and never took the initiative to get close to people.

Nangong Xu has never seen anyone Nangong Yu be so enthusiastic about.

Why are you... today?

If he remembers correctly, this is the third time tonight.

Nangong Xu's eyes circled around Bai Mo and Nangong Yu, and there was a bit of interest.

At this time, he had never thought about it-

"Murong Ge" is Murong Lin, the prime minister of the Southern Liang Dynasty, and his favorite eldest daughter. Nangong Yu showed her goodwill with her for other purposes.

His Highness Xu is just a purely young man's naughty character.

Send her home?

Of course Bai Mo refused.

He will never give Nangong Yu the chance to use "Murrong Ge" to seize the throne of the Southern Liang Kingdom.

He also refused to give Nangong Yu a good look.

Bai Mo, who has always been able to talk and laugh against the enemy, now holding a noble and cool face, said coldly:

"The prince is busy with national affairs. How dare you bother me if you are sending me home like a small matter like sending me home? There is no need to send me off. I know the way back."

“…”

“…”

Nangong Xu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Why did he feel that Murong Ge's sentence just now, "The prince is busy with national affairs"...

Now that Hongxiuzhao said it in the brothel, it seemed like he was mocking him and his fourth brother?

If Bai Mo knew what His Highness King Xu was thinking, he would definitely tell him and correct him-

That's right.

The god of this is a satirizing you two second generations of playboys who are busy with national affairs and come to the brothel.

Either like it, or it!

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Here.

The Eighth Prince of Mobei carried Feng Qingcheng all the way.

Feng Qingcheng naturally refused to submit, grabbed, bite, kicked and scratched him, and shouted.

"Let me down, you put me down, you savage stinky man, where do you want to take me..."

——He really didn’t look charming and charming on the stage at all, like a crazy woman playing tantrums.

The blue veins on the forehead of the Eighth Prince of Mobei jumped twitching, and finally exhausted their patience.

He threw Feng Qingcheng's slender and petite body into the carriage parked outside Hongxiuzhao!

I immediately went up and pressed towards Feng Qingcheng.

He grabbed the beauty's chin with his big hand and looked at her beautiful face falling from her veil, and his breathing became a little heavier.
Chapter completed!