Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

Zhao Gongzi is ashamed. "What do you have to look good?"

Shen Mubai feels even more strange. "I don't think you have to look at it?"

Zhao Gongzi is cold and cold, "less self-love."

She is quite speechless, but she does not think much about her love for her direction.

A stream of motion came out of the window, causing several people's eyes to hopefully go.

I saw that the gates were wide open. Many of the soldiers were riding horses and wearing armor. It was very serious.

The people in the city consciously circumvented the road. Even so, there are still many soldiers who are dedicated to their duties so as not to cause any accidents.

"What happened?" One of them squeezed into the window and wondered.

Zhang Gongzi shook his fan. "You don't know about it. I heard that today is the day when Xiao Wangye returned from the battlefield."

I saw the leader, riding a horse, tall and straight, very expensive.

Qing Jun's exquisite face provoked the girls to cast their eyes and shivered their cheeks.

Although it is a look of a noble son, but the atmosphere of the whole body can not be underestimated, let people look at it at a glance, do not dare to give birth to a little disrespect.

As if with a suffocating smear from the battlefield, the eyebrows are arrogant and imposing.

Another son couldn't help but take a breath and muttered. "It's no wonder that the cousin is infatuated with Xiao Wang. Such a man is afraid that there is only one in the whole capital."

"Speaking of this little prince." One of them shook his fan, and he was amazed. "I heard that he can make poetry when he is three years old. He is a five-year-old exporter. He is a seven-year-old knife and a gun. Today, he is full of praise. Nanwangfu mastery. Part of the military power, guarding the frontiers, when the South King was young, there would be a tiger, and said that the tiger father has no dogs, this little prince, it is more blue than blue."

Zhang Gongzi also admire, "Xiao Wangye was playing with Nan Wangye at the age of thirteen. It took only two years of hard work, and the name was outstanding. Many enemy troops even fled."

"Wenwu and Wuquan, and so good, it is no wonder that the group of Tai Fu often mentioned." One of the sons could not help but mutter.

Shen Mubai heard the words and lifted his gaze slightly. She was sitting at the window and had a good view.

Although the soldiers passed by, the market did not reduce any excitement, there were many onlookers, and there were even many young girls.

It was just awkward when I saw the rusted pags and purses of the girls who were blushing with flowers.

She couldn't help but ask, "What is this?"

Zhang Gongzi swayed the fan. "Yin, brother, you don't understand."

"You don't understand this." Zhao Gongzi saw her eyes staying on the little prince. I don't know why I gave birth to a little bit of acidity.

Shen Mubai touched the nose, she really did not understand.

"Four younger brothers, this is throwing flowers." Yin Sangongzi preemptively said, "Generally, only when the soldiers return from the battlefield, and when they are admitted to the fame, the unmarried woman will throw her own embroidered pen and purse. The man who is looking for himself. If the man receives it and does not return it to the girl, it is a wishful thinking. After he has been there, he will be able to come to the door to raise a relative."

Yin Ergong glanced at him in disgust.

Yin San Gongzi showed a small smug look.

Shen Mubai nodded and put his eyes back.

Xiao Wang Ye is naturally the one who was thrown the most, but he did not squint, did not look at those purse embroidered eyes.

The girls' hearts fell to the ground alone.

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