Shen Nian returned to the Princess Mansion and finally remembered Han Chengjun, the son of the world left behind by her.

It was summer time, and there was ice in the palace at any time to relieve heat in Zichen Hall. Shen Nian didn't feel how hot, but when she returned to the princess palace, the ice cellar was empty and only a few pieces of Chen Bing were left. And the sun is hot outside, and it is so hot that I want to take three baths a day, and the door does not want to come out.

Xia Bing is precious. After the Ministry of Industry has made the ice, it will usually be distributed to the families of the court officials in addition to the emperor's use, and will be reserved as a gift for the Holy.

Shen Nian once again lamented that the original owner was too stupid. He thought he was loved by Emperor Jinren, and even the ice was divided into few pieces.

It was a failure to live.

Thinking about it, it is still comfortable to live in the palace ...

Shen Nian squinted lazily on the couch, felt the hot wind from the feather fans on both sides of the maid, and relieved her dryness. She was thinking about it. Was she going to the palace again and staying a few days longer?

Even if you ca n't stay, you have to ask the emperor to ask for some ice, otherwise the day has n't been made.

It 's better to be a self-cultivator, a cool recipe. It 's refreshing and sweat-free throughout the summer. I love to wear beautiful clothes as much as I like. Here, she almost stripped off her clothes, leaving only a tube top and a layer of tulle smock over her body, and she still felt tight and short of breath.

"Your Highness, Han Gongzi brought it in." The

guide's waiter stood at the door, and the big girl, Yu Guyu, who was next to the original owner, stepped forward to report.

"Um ... let him come in."

Uncle Shen Nian stretched out his fingers and nodded the litchi on the side of the plate. Then the clever little eunuch stepped forward and peeled off the skin, handing the flesh to her mouth.

As soon as Han Chengjun entered the hall, he saw this scene.

The disheveled woman is leaning on the soft couch as if she were boneless. The cicada-like large-sleeve shirt undulates slightly under the wind of the fan, revealing the smooth skin in between.

The little eunuch with a handsome face was holding litchi and feeding her lips one by one. The two red lips with better shape opened lightly, which contained protein flesh. The pink tip of the tongue slightly ticked the person's Souls are caught.

Even the little eunuch holding Litchi looked at her blankly, with eyes full of obsession.

"... Princess An Ning."

The woman on the couch was half-closed, as if she didn't even know he was coming. Han Chengjun forced himself to look away and took the initiative to speak.

He has been sent to the Princess Palace for more than ten days.

In these more than ten days, Han Chengjun spends every day like the year.

Father's weakness, mother-in-law's viciousness, contemptuous insults, ridicule from the outside world, pile by pile, piece by piece, almost crushed him.

He was a majestic man who was carried into the princess's palace like a drama, how would everyone in the world look at him in the future! ?

Face to face? The servants of Israel? Princess Anning's running dog?

Ruin, everything about him is ruined.

There were rumors from outside that the princess An Ning was arrogant and unscrupulous. The backyard was full of male pets, just like having a yard pet.

Han Chengjun knows that he has a good skin, otherwise this contemplation will not haunt him since the Lantern Festival. But he really didn't expect that the princess had reached this point of arrogance, and directly forced him over.

Looking at the woman sitting on the couch, Han Chengjun felt a little bit in his heart.

When Shen Nian made friends with him, he was dressed as a man. Han Chengjun never said that he had always felt that this princess was arrogant and arrogant, at best a beautiful lady. But now she put on red makeup, but did not expect ... so beautiful?

"Han Gongzi." Han

Chengjun was looking at Shen Nian, who was also looking at the so-called son of the world.

The man standing under the hall has a straight back, shaped like a green pine, and a black hair with a crown of hair on the top of his head, and a face like a crown jade, gentle and elegant, indeed looks like a talent.

He was not as shy as the usual Houmen Shuzi, but he had an outstanding temperament. At first glance, he looked like a gully.

Well.

It looks so ordinary, just fine.

Shen Nian withdrew his gaze and made a final conclusion.

Xu is more common. Most of the young monks in the righteous world of Tianyuan Realm have the appearance of Zhenger's eight classics. They are much more beautiful than Han Chengjun. However, these men, with a face of ascetic and absurd, were caught by her, and they did not look as if they were anxious, but they also behaved as if she was a demon girl, swearing, and being honest.

Shen Nian hates their misalignment most. The hypocrite's appearance is boring.

"Han Gongzi, this palace has been a bit busy these days," Shen Nian spit out the litchi core and asked lazily while chewing on the pulp. "The man in the house ... didn't neglect you?"

"Dare not. Han. It's just a matter of being in a white area, and living in Fuzhong is Gao Pan. "

Han Chengjun said after considering it carefully.

He thought he would be forced by the princess as soon as he entered the house. Who had thought that he was directly placed in a yard. Since a few days, he has never seen Princess Anning himself.

At first, Han Chengjun was still very happy, hoping that Shen Nian would never think of him, it would be better to let him go, but after a few days, Han Chengjun began to panic.

Not only did he live in the yard where Han Chengjun was arranged, but also several other men, all of them were princess An Ning's face, all of them were handsome in appearance, and some were talented, not worse than him.

From their mouths, Han Chengjun had a deeper understanding of Princess Anning's violence and arrogance, and realized that he is now fledgling. If he insists on resisting, when Princess Anning is fresh, his consequences will be very tragic.

And Shen Nian hung him for so long, the more Han Chengjun waited, the more worried he had been abandoned by the princess. If this is the case, he may not even be able to get out of the princess's palace, let alone seek great things.

"Gao Pan?" Shen Nian sneered. "I'm afraid that Ziyuan hates me this woman?"

Han Chengjun, the word Ziyuan, is the affectionate name given to him by the original owner posing as a woman close to him as a friend.

"Dare not." Han Chengjun quickly denied.

"Don't you dare? Isn't it? Right?" Shen Nian propped himself up and waved, Han Chengjun took the initiative to step forward, kneeling halfway in front of her couch.

Shen Nian extended his index finger, and his slim jade hand lifted the man's chin, stroking his jaw for a circle.

"Look, I haven't seen them in a few days, I have lost weight."

Although the tone was distressed, Shen Nian could see the fatness and thinness of this person.

But, men, eat this set.

Sure enough, Han Chengjun's eyes flickered, and he felt a little relieved.

It seems that the princess is different to him.

Thinking this, he dared to hold his pensive fingers, only to feel that his hands were soft and boneless and very smooth.

"Princess, Ziyuan is just a little ..." Han Chengjun hesitated, as if he should not say what to say next.

"Something?" Shen Nian matched his performance.

"... Some jealous."

"Oh?" Shen Nian uttered the word "Oh" around his throat before spitting it out, politely, seeming to be curious and expectant.

"Jealous of those in the backyard!" Han Chengjun looked up, looking at the lady's eyes on the couch with sincerity and loss. "Zi Yuan thought ... that he was different for His Highness ..."

"We used to go boating on the lake. Sleeping at night and listening to the rain, once made the wine talk ... "Han Chengjun said that when the two's identities have not been broken, it seems to evoke memories of deep thoughts.

"Yeah ..." Shen Nian Youyou said.

"You are indeed ... different."

Shen Nian: It is so different that the fairy herself decides your method of death.