Professional Red Thread Cutting [Quick Transmigration]

With such a move, Feng Feibai's palms trembled slightly, and he suddenly looked at him and said, "What about now?"

"My lover is here, what are you going to do in the northwest?" Shen Chun raised his hand to brush his lips, and leaned over to kiss the slightly trembling lips.

Feng Fei's white eyes widened, and there was only a blank in his head.

Thoughts were flying, but the waist was clasped by strong hands, which also made the kiss deeper.

The hall was deserted, the needle could be heard, Feng Feibai could even hear his own breathing.

They parted with a kiss, the streamers fell heavily, and they jumped up and down, just like Feng Feibai's state of mind at this time.

"Your Majesty's lips are indeed suitable for kissing, and my observation is absolutely correct." Shen Chun laughed.

Others dare not say such frivolous words in front of him, the emperor, but when the words came out of Shen Chun's mouth, Feng Feibai only felt sweet in his heart, and even his mouth seemed to have a strong sweet taste: "Then you two Why has Nian never been close to me?"

If Xinyue, I would want to get close to him when I saw him, but this person is so calm, until today...

"How does Your Majesty know that the minister has endured extreme hardship?" Shen Chun laughed.

The anger in my heart dissipated slowly, but I still felt aggrieved, Feng Feibai asked: "Then why are you not paying attention to the things arranged by the Queen Mother?"

Unlike him, others sent the beauty to Prince Yi's mansion, which made him sour.

"My heart is very sad." Shen Chun held his cheek with one hand and kneaded it twice, "I just got angry with the woman, and I inevitably lost my tolerance. I heard that the two-year period is too long, isn't it? Hastily entered the palace to let His Majesty come back quickly?"

Feng Feibai remembered how suddenly he came that day, and couldn't hold back the corners of his lips: "Really? Aren't you here to discuss state affairs?"

"If you want to be tolerant, you have to find a cover." Shen Chun laughed.

Feng Feibai has never felt so at ease before, his coldness has already turned into honey: "I believe you are."

"In that case, then let's calculate the account of His Majesty inviting you into the urn today." Shen Chun said leisurely.

Feng Feibai: "..."

Forget about it.