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Who Dares to Hurt the King's Woman?

Who Dares to Hurt the King's Woman?

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He imprisoned her, and his warm breath fell on her. "Little thing, are you still going to run away?" She was forced to lie down and panicked. "I won't run anymore, Ninth Imperial Uncle. I was wrong!" The next day, the Ninth Miss of the Feng family, who didn't keep her word, ran away again! The War King was furious for her beauty. "Even if the entire imperial city is being dug, you still have to bring her back!" ... He is the God of War of Beimu Country. He is mysterious and powerful. She accidentally fell into his arms, and from then on, she became his beloved and hateful sweetheart... [I want to interact with Master Hua, pay attention to Weibo: the author of the article makes a fool of himself, or the author of the article: the flower makes a fool of himself.]
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As soon as he time-traveled, he woke up and slept with a handsome man?

Feng Jiu'er's beautiful eyes had just opened when she realized that someone had grabbed her by the neck.

He was a very handsome, indescribably handsome man.

The most important thing was that the man's robe was loose and loose, and his clothes were half open. Under his beautiful face, his body was full of muscles and strong.

If it weren't for the fact that it was getting harder and harder to breathe, she would have been dazzled by the fighter in front of her.

But now, he was pinching her neck. His eyes were scarlet and full of murderous intent. What did he mean?

"How dare you drug me? Are you tired of living?"

Zhan Qingcheng's five fingers tightened and Feng Jiu'er's face immediately flushed red, almost suffocating.

"I... didn't." Feng Jiu'er opened her mouth with difficulty.

Although he was really the most handsome man she had ever seen, he was still the best kind of man who was so handsome that women wanted to swallow him up!

But no matter how thirsty she was, she wouldn't drug him, would she?

Outside the door, footsteps were approaching.

The two people on the bed looked at each other and instantly understood.

Damn it, he had been set up!

Before Feng Jiu'er could think of what to do next, her body suddenly became light and she was knocked down on the bed by someone.

His big palm landed on her lips and Feng Jiu'er immediately felt as if her acupoints had been hit and she couldn't move.

"It's over. Someone broke in at this time and jumped into the Yellow River. I can't even clear it."

"Who on earth drugged this stunning man and made me inexplicably fall in love with him?"

With a bang, the door was kicked open and a group of people broke in.

"Our Miss didn't... she didn't have a man... Prince Cheng, you have to believe me. Miss really didn't!"

A maid cried and knelt on the floor of the room, shivering.

As the maid cried, everyone's eyes fell on the bed.

There was a curtain hanging down from the big bed. Behind the curtain, there was a vague figure. It was a man!

A man had appeared on the bed of the Ninth Miss of the Feng family!

What did this mean? Was there a need to explain?

The Eighth Miss, Feng Qingyin, was so frightened that her expression changed. "Jiu'er... on Jiu'er's bed..."

Zhan Yuheng stared at the slender figure on the bed. His thin lips were pursed tightly and his eyes were dark.

Feng Jiu'er was the consort he had picked out from the Feng's Mansion today. Was he trying to catch her in bed?

Old Master Feng Jun Zhuo's face was ashen and his fingertips were trembling in anger. "Feng Jiu'er, get your ass down here!"

Damn it! How could she do such an absurd thing in front of Prince Cheng? She had completely disgraced the Feng family!

Everyone's gaze fell on the bed, waiting for Feng Jiu'er to fall down in disarray.

There was indeed a man on the bed, but where was Feng Jiu'er? Could it be that she was under the blanket?

"Jiu, Jiu'er, you... everyone saw you. You... don't hide anymore."

Feng Qingyin walked over with a gentle and shy expression. However, she was the first to reach out her hand and lift the curtain.

Feng Jiu'er, who was lying on the bed, was sneering in her heart. Was this hypocritical Eighth Sister in such a hurry to kill her?

Everyone's gaze followed Feng Qingyin's figure to the curtain.

It seemed that they were waiting for Feng Qingyin to open the curtains and see who the man inside was.

Who dared to roll on the bed with the Ninth Miss of the Feng family at the Feng family's banquet to entertain the distinguished guests?

No matter who it was, even Prince Yuan had been alerted. Feng Jiu'er would never have a chance to turn over this time.

Just as Feng Qingyin was about to reach the side of the bed, a perfectly perfect hand suddenly waved and the curtain slowly opened...