Chapter 1

"Son Jin, how should I draw this eyebrow?"

"Sister Xizi is closer. I'll draw for you." Yang Zijin, dressed in men's clothes, holds a charcoal pen in his hand, squats down on the table carelessly, and reaches to the front of the purple to trace her eyebrows lightly.

There are purples, joy seeking, junle, quiet green and green water around beautiful purple. Their clothes are exposed, their faces are full of spring, and their eyes are fixed on Yang Zijin's movements.

"Look, how is it?" Yang Zijin raised his chin like a treasure, shook his hair behind his head, pulled up his black robe sleeve, picked up a box of incense powder, and said with a bad smile, "now, whose elder sister is it?"

"Son of a bitch, I haven't grown all my hair. I'm flirting with my sisters."

Yang Zijin shook his head and said seriously: "sister junle's words are bad. Zijin grew up in the spring wind ten li, and you are all my mother's people, not my people? What's more, Zijin is sixteen now. Why don't sister junle go to bed with me to have a look? Don't you know that I haven't grown up yet? "

Jun Yue, holding a thin fan, stared, then covered his face with a fan and laughed, "look, look! We, young gentlemen, know so much now! "

All the girls laugh into a group, but Yang Zijin suddenly feels bored. He comes down from the table and sees Lu'an, whose nose is blue and face is swollen, before he can stand still.

Yang Zijin's heart was tight and he asked, "what's the matter, Lu'an?"

"Little boy, it's a big deal!"

"What is it?"

Lu'an said incoherently, "front, front..."

Yang Zijin's face was very solemn. As he walked, he said, "don't go anywhere you stay here!"

In the front hall of chunfengshili, I saw Mother Yang and other girls kneeling and shivering under the stairs. On the stairs, there were two bloody corpses, all of whom were young men in chunfengshili.

Looking up again, I saw a sword man with loose hair standing on the wooden gallery on the second floor. He ran alone in a suit, showing strong muscle lines.

Yang Zijin shakes his head. It's not the time to be a flower maniac.

"I don't know..."

The man suddenly looked up, only one eye, let Yang Zijin's throat choked.

It's shuoling!

Shuoling, the youngest, coldest and most invincible marquis in Beijing!

A few years ago, the famous Marquis shuoling died in the sand, leaving only his only son shuoling. The emperor was very sad. He wished that shuoling, who had inherited the throne, would be his own son and protected in every way.

These are not the most important things. The most important thing is shuoling's famous clean habits and violent temper. No one in the whole capital dares to provoke, and no one dare to look up in the street.

There is also one of the most famous taboos of the master, that is, never contaminating women!

Whose daughter, if she is coveted by shuoling's appearance or identity, will be kicked over with one foot, and killed with one sword with one sword. No matter with the door, she will not leave any affection!

But such a person, how come to spring breeze ten li this place?

And look at his face, trance, is under the medicine?

"Niang, please call the doctor!" Yangzijin whispered, his steps are also constantly backward, "sisters, close the door, and then look at your mouth tightly!"

"Son Jin......" Yang's mother trembled.

But these two words seem to be stabbed in shuoling's nerve. He squints his eyes and looks at Yang Zijin. After a while, he says hoarsely: "come up."

Yang Zijin hates to turn around and run. Who dares to wander in front of shuoling?

"If you don't come up, your mother will be the next one to die!"

"I'll go up, I'll go up..." Yang Zijin hated biting his teeth. When he turned his head, he blinked at Lu'an, who was hiding by the door, and saw that Liu'an had gone out in a hurry, which made him step by step.

But before we got to the second floor, shuoling suddenly flew in and hugged Yang Zijin with a kiss

Yang's mother screamed, "Son Jin!"

She guarded the Son Jin for 16 years. Since the day she picked up, she carefully cared for the Son Jin who deliberately taught her to dress up as a man!

I'm afraid that I will be despised by the guests in chunfengshili and other places. I'm afraid that I'll be like other girls in the brothel and her son Jin will not end well!

Today, a man

Although shuolinggui is the Lord of the Marquis, he will definitely kill Chunfeng ten li afterwards!

PATA!

Yang's mother didn't catch her breath for a moment, and she fell to the ground.

The rest of the girls also took a breath of cool air. In a moment, they were flustered. They didn't know that Yang Zijin was a woman. They only knew that they had seen a great event. Today, the Marquis is is making love with the young childe in the spring breeze!

It's all dead!

Yang Zijin is even more stupid. She looks like a man in this dress. No matter how the medicine in shuoling's body breaks out, she shouldn't hold he