Feng Yu Jiu Tian

The overwhelming momentum covered Fengming's sky, taking away the ability to speak.

Passive lips and teeth meet, tongues tangled.

The surrounding air immediately became sticky and excited.

"I haven't touched you for a few days ..." Wang Rong's deep, passionate words let Fengming know his intentions in an instant.

Feng Ming originally stared at the boss, and looked at the biggest face in front of him in shock.

It was an inevitable face without the slightest uncertainty.

The things under his hand can be obtained as long as he wants to get them.

"Woohoo ... you ... hey ..."

Is it really going to be lost today?

Feng Ming was suddenly shocked, struggling desperately.

Rong Wang's tongue, however, proclaimed that he had intensified the infringement, and further teased Feng Ming's tongue.

How to do?

There was a mess in my head.

When the hands and feet are suppressed, they can only resist instinctively in the soft mouth. It was almost a decision without thinking about it. Feng Ming's teeth closed suddenly with the goal of biting Rong Wang's tongue.

In such a fierce long kiss, it is difficult to beware of the tongue being suddenly bitten. What's more, in the case of mental calculation and inadvertent?

However, Rong Wang is obviously a very experienced veteran. When Fengming's teeth moved, his deep eyes flashed slightly.

In a flash, the flexible tongue suddenly retracted from Fengming's mouth.

"Want to bite me?"

Rong Wanggang raised his eyebrows and interrogated, suddenly seeing Fengming's swollen lips suddenly bursting with a lot of blood, suddenly panicked, grabbed Fengming's front placket, and roared: "You are actually seeking death?"

Compared with the previous prince, Feng Ming, who looks exactly the same, is stubbornly rigid.

"Come here! Chuan Yu Yi!"

Blood was still pouring out, and Rong Wang dragged Fengming's clothes and fiercely ordered: "You are not allowed to seek death! Have you heard? I have not allowed you to die."

The tongue hurts, right?

Fengming thought anxiously, and reassured Rong Wang to retreat from himself.

Although the thousand and one night strategy failed to be applied, the tongue-biting strategy was really wrong and he was a little proud.

However, Rong Wang must not be told. He simply hurt his own tongue because Rong Wang's tongue withdrew too quickly.

The royal doctor hurriedly arrived in the roar of King Rong. After a simple dressing, King Rong had no interest in looking for joy.

Tonight, it's finally a disaster.

Fengming closed her eyes obediently with her tongue wrapped up.

The next day, His Royal Highness ’s severely bitten tongue spread throughout the palace.

Mingli said that it was hurt by accidentally speaking while eating.

In private, everyone was talking about how the Prince was taking the wrong medicine and categorically rejected Rong Wang's begging. He was bitterly punished by tears and shed tears. Among them, the wonderful details are just what I saw with my own eyes. No difference.

King Rong does not yet know the latest rumors in the palace.

Fengming's actions last night made him calm.

No matter whether he is male or female, he has never been killed because of his favor. With a decisive position and extraordinary appearance, who would not be willing to pass on Huan Huan under him? Some are afraid of his power, and more greedy for vanity, they are automatically delivered to the door.

Last night, this fake, which was obviously an assassin, did not hesitate to bite his tongue and commit suicide.

Seeing Fengming's blood, King Rong was really furious. He should have been tortured and tortured immediately in order to fulfill his wishes, and let Feng Ming know that his orders must not be disobeyed.

But those opinionated eyes stared fearlessly with his tongue almost bitten, reminding him of a young leopard who had not yet grown up.

The beauty of perseverance and fragility blends inconceivably. And he knows that Fengming is still in its infancy and he can become more beautiful.

After thinking about it in the middle of the night, I finally decided not to treat the little Prince as a assassin.

What kind of people should be treated, this is where the superior wisdom lies.

With new ideas, Rong Wang came to the Prince's Palace the next morning.

In the Prince's Hall, Feng Ming woke up under the strange caring eyes of the maids.

The prince, who dared to fight with King Rong and be punished, has more respect than the Prince who would just cry and please the King.

"His Royal Highness, it's time to get up." Qiu Lan came up and lifted Feng Ming.

"Ah?" Tongue was still so swollen that Fengming could only understand some words.

"The royal doctor said that he can't eat now, but can only drink some porridge, get better in two days, and then add some fruits and vegetables."

The warm white porridge was presented.

Everyone's eyes twirled around Fengming, as if to understand how the prince Rong Wangwei was a mouse, how his temperament has changed recently.

Fengming contained a bite of white porridge, and the wound was immediately clamoring for pain. He frowned, busy swallowing the contents of his mouth to his throat, inhaling constantly, trying to ease the pain in his tongue.

It's all that **** Rong Wang's fault!

He thought uneasily.

"Rong Wang Ankang!" Please Ann, the attendant with a long tone, passed into his ears at this time.

If he really said Cao Cao, Cao Cao would arrive.

The spirited Rong Wang came to the Prince's Palace very early in the morning.

The neat court clothes and the thick and square boots set off Rong Wang's tall and slender figure. What a glorious handsome man. If you were born in modern times, you can see the scenes on TV, and you don't know how many crazy men and women will be lost.

Feng Ming watched Rong Wang approach, and a sour taste suddenly burst into her heart.

What dog luck? Even if you meet Cao Cao, you will also encounter a Cao Cao who can be a superstar.

King Rong stopped in front of Fengming. He wanted to reach out and hold him in his arms to kiss him. Suddenly thinking of his resolute determination last night, he turned to the bedside display and asked casually: "The tongue is better No? Does it hurt? "

Fengming was silent, and at this time, he couldn't say what he wanted to say.

Rong Wang turned his head, watching Feng Ming sit tightly with his mouth closed, and it was totally different from the non-stop virtuous talk he did not hold down last night.

Looking at this counterfeit goods in daylight, the more I look, the more I feel a hundred times more handsome than the original prince. Not to mention anything else, just those smart eyes are already unmatchedly beautiful.

Comparing him to that low prince was a blasphemy.

For a while, he actually wanted to sit in the Prince's Hall and spend the whole day looking at Fengming's eyes to see what else he could do that was amazing.

Unfortunately, important matters in the West Lei State are waiting for him to handle.

"I'm going to discuss things, you should stay still, don't add any more trouble." Rong Wang sat opposite Fengming and looked at him for a long time, and finally stood up, actually a bit reluctant to say: "I will come to see you at night."

what? Again?

Upon hearing this, Feng Ming immediately widened his eyes and looked at Rong Wang angrily.

Asked my name for the first time, hurt my tongue for the second time, and the third time ... wouldn't I have to wield my sword to keep my chastity?

Thinking of this, Fengming shivered.

Rong Wang laughed when he saw what Feng Ming thought. Making up his mind to treat Feng Ming separately from the original Prince, the evil feelings that had been imposed on Feng Ming suddenly disappeared.

He was in a good mood and his voice was much softer, comforting: "Don't be afraid, I won't force you tonight."

After that, he nodded slightly towards Fengming.

Not to mention Fengming, even the maid in a room was puzzled by the unexpected attitude of King Rong.

Today Rong Wang is so strange. The Prince was strange at first, and now even Rong Wang is weird.

Even though Rong Wang's visit was unwelcome, Feng Ming knew that there was no way to stop it.

No way, who called King Rong the true power of Xi Lei?

When night fell, King Rong came as expected.

"Just after the discussion, I haven't had time to dine. Let's use it together here." As soon as he entered the Prince's Hall, King Rong turned and instructed his servants.

Want to dine with this guy?

Suddenly, Fengming's appetite was absent, and his head was listless.

Wang Rong looked at Fengming with amusement and did not hide his thoughts. He lamented how such a person could be an assassin, or just because he looked like a prince, would he be selected.

"Why? Don't want to dine with me?" I don't know why. Looking at Fengming in front of him, Rong Wang felt very happy, as if he was working hard for the state all day, but suddenly found a good way to relieve his fatigue.

Sitting dead at the dining table with Fengming, Rong Wang tasted the chef's skills with great interest.

"This onion-boiled duck is made from a duck that has just been two months old. The first two days were to trap the duck in a clean cage, feed nothing, and put only a bowl of sauce in it. The duck was extremely hungry I ate the sauce, and the taste was evenly boned. Then I fried it and served it with green onion. The taste was absolutely amazing. Explain in detail.

Fengming's belly was full of white porridge. The nose smelled the smell of ducks. She couldn't help turning her head to look at it, but she couldn't eat, she just swallowed her throat and swallowed.

Wang Rong looked in his eyes, only to find that the person in front of him was really cute and laughed suddenly.

The attendants inside and outside the hall heard the sudden serious laughter of Wang Rong, who couldn't help but be surprised.

Hearing Wang Rong's mockery, Feng Ming stared angrily. He has always used this action since this time and space. He can practice it no less than ten times a day. Now he stares at him with a half-complaint.