When the LORD came back, she abdicated, and then he left. She didn't give them half a score.
But they can't bear it a little bit, wait for things to calm down for two days before they show their love?
Gu Bailu's chest was a little stuffy, and her eyes became fiery.
Xiaohu quickly poured a cup of chrysanthemum tea for her: "Miss, you sit first, I'll send them away."
Miss's ex husband came to the shop with his present wife. Where can they really drink tea here? It's not to beat miss's face.
Just as he was about to get up, a green jade hand grabbed his arm: "no Don't drive away, give them the best tea, and give me the money! "
Feng Qingtian brings a woman to show his love. If he dares to come, she dares to face it.
What's the matter? Anyway, she didn't pay him her heart. As expected, it's right to leave everything in the front line.
If she had been captured by his tenderness, now she really didn't know what she would have done.
"Good..." Xiaohu Li lands out.
The carriage of the prince's mansion stops outside the teahouse. The king has got out of the carriage. The people in the teahouse, the people outside the teahouse, the people on the teahouse floor, countless pairs of eyes are tightly opening the curtain of the carriage, imagining how the woman who kicked the former princess was born.
After all, the former wanton princess was born with a natural flavor, although she was a waste.
As if knowing that all the people were waiting for her to appear, the beauty in the carriage dawdled for a long time, and then stretched out a white jade like slender hand.
The king took her hand and carried her down.
It's clear to all that they are really a gorgeous beauty. The wanwang is really gorgeous.
The new princess, compared with the former princess, has a more charming style, which is the most attractive style for men.
Feng Qingtian takes her waist and enters the teahouse.
So the line of sight followed both of them, and Xiaohu greeted them with a smile: "wanwang, wanwangfei's presence in our shop really adds luster to our shop. Please take a seat."
Yan'anchun glanced at him, and his eyes brightened. "I'll say that the teahouse is not bad. You can see that even the guys in the shop are so excellent."
Feng Qingtian did not squint. He glanced at the fox with the corner of his eye.
There seems to be a familiar smell between the nose.
He reached for Xiaohu and said, "what is the fragrance on you?"
In the teahouse, outside the teahouse, the audience on the teahouse are staring at each other. Does the king take a fancy to the charming and gentle shopkeeper?
It's worthy of being the king of wanton to go up and catch people so boldly.
Small fox a face don't understand: "small body only tea fragrance, just bubble is chrysanthemum tea, Wang Ye want a pot?"
Bullshit, it's not chrysanthemum tea fragrance on him.
But the shopkeeper didn't seem to lie, and he didn't dare to.
Feng Qingtian let go of him. He felt sad and frowned slightly. Yan Anchun helped him and held his arm and said: "Wang, so many people are watching."
Feng Qingtian hugs her with a big hand and takes her tiny waist to the second floor of the teahouse.
Xiaohu pushes open an elegant room. The window here is facing the street. Across the street is the moat of Baidi city.
But now in the early winter, there is no good scenery, but the warm sun comes in from the window, interweaves with the bustle outside, it seems that there is a good choice between the noisy and the quiet.
Yan'an Chun let go of Feng Qingtian's hand, ran in first, looked down at the window, and said coyly: "Lord, there are sugar gourds there, I want to eat them."