Chapter 555 (1/2)

Warm wine was slightly stunned, and Xie Heng's shining amber eyes.

For a moment, she felt more and more dizzy, and even her breathing was more and more disordered.

What is this murderous little hell in front of you? It's clearly a gorgeous romantic who will seduce the soul with a smile.

Everyone around was silent. The West Chu was shocked by Emperor Yan's kindness to his highness eight.

However, Xie Wanjin, Qin Mo and others on Dayan's side were very happy:

I found it. OK, everyone can finally have a safe sleep.

God knows how Xie Heng lived in the past three years when Wenjiu disappeared, and how they survived.

It's a good thing as long as people are still there.

Murong's people all look like they have seen ghosts.

Only the warm wine closest to him frowned slightly and said, ”my heart has been moving, and I haven't seen any use for your disease. ”

”It's useful.” Xie Heng bowed his head, leaned close to her ear and whispered, ”you're closer to me, hug me, and I'll be fine right away.”

If someone else said so, it would be frivolous to raise his hand and reward him with two big ears.

It happened that Xie Heng bowed his head and eyes and whispered warm words, which made Wen Jiusheng not angry.

She stood still and looked at Xie Heng for a while.

The young emperor, who can be called the most beautiful in the world, didn't say anything, so he looked at her with his eyes.

Warm wine was calm at first. Gradually, the heartbeat was pounding, and the cheeks were hot and red. Fortunately, there was a face curtain to cover it, so as not to lose face in front of people.

”All right, all right.”

Wenjiu is over double ten. There are many male favourites in the princess's house. Since a person with a face like Emperor Yan has such a request, her eighth highness of the Western Chu, whether public or private, should hold one.

She slowly opened her arms and hugged Xie Heng.

The moment when his slender fingers passed through his waist, I didn't know whether it was an illusion to warm wine.

A decisive man like Xie Heng was stiff and held his breath because of such a simple hug.

The wind on the phoenix stage was slow, the flowers were flying slowly, and the pale golden sun fell on them.

Wen Jiuchang's eyelashes trembled and asked in a low voice, ”is it like this?”

Xie Heng's figure was still a little stiff. He waited for a moment to warm wine. Before waiting for an answer, he planned to stop and step back.

But at the moment when she was ready to retreat, Xie Heng suddenly grabbed her hand, held her whole person in his arms, and turned around and sat on the table.

The flaming red sleeves and gilt skirts overlapped and flew, just avoiding the sword edge stabbing here.

Warm wine poured into Xie Heng's warm arms. Before he had time to respond to what had happened, he only heard the startled voice on the phoenix stage, ”there is an assassin!”