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[3] Hanmei's 24 Gui's strong dog skin plaster

On the banquet stage in the garden, Youran was so excited that he could not hold his face down by everyone, so he had to obediently send a glass of wine. His face turned red and he looked so hard that he looked like he was smiling vigorously with other women.

Han Lu walked over to her side, attached herself to her ear and whispered: "Princess, Master Gui is here, just waiting outside the garden."

Youmeng's smile froze for a moment, and soon returned to the original state. She said generously: "Since you are here, let him come in."

The cold dew is here to carry it.

Youmeng sat upright and smiled at everyone, saying, "Sisters, stop making trouble first, be more reserved, there is a distinguished guest coming now."

The women whispered and guessed: "Who..."

Not long after, Guixu held a folding fan and walked from the middle space to the main seat. This time, he came uninvited, and was as casual as his own home. He sat next to Youmeng without hesitation. The spreading folding fan always covered his cheeks and was reluctant to let it go.

Youmeng looked at him shamelessly and sat down all the way, saying nothing, but he always felt that the fan was annoying and was suspected of being overwhelming, so he turned his face to look at him in wonder. This glance made her so happy. She forced her smile and pinched her sweet voice to find him happy: "Oh, where did this come from the flower-faced cat?"

As he said that, he reached out to take away his folding fan: "Don't block it, don't block it, let's show it to everyone, it's so beautiful!"

While pulling, Guixu was defeated, covering his blue and purple face, his eyes were like pandas, and he complained pitifully to Youmeng: "My good sister, don't bully me anymore. I'm in a hurry to see you, but I fell down when I went out."

"Can you fall like this? I don't believe it." Youmeng rolled his eyes and curled up the corner of his charming mouth, "I think, maybe you did something wrong outside that both humans and gods are angry, so that people can teach you a lesson?"

"Just!" Guixu's folding fan suddenly closed and slapped the table clearly, "I am the eldest son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, who dares to teach me a lesson!"

Youmeng glanced at him, smiling without saying a word.

Guixu forced her heroic spirit, but when she saw that she didn't buy it, she softened her breath again, sat down and leaned over Youmeng in a very pleasing way: "Of course, no one knows that I am not afraid of heaven or earth, but I am afraid of you, Sister Ninth?"

Youmeng smiled and refused to eat his smooth-mouthed style. "Stop coming, don't be too young for the Ninth Sister, ninth Sister is short. This is not the East Palace. What's the point of being blind? Carefully, your prime minister's father will go back to suck you." She pretended to casually pick up the glazed porcelain wine glass on the table to enjoy it, "I think you should follow some rules and call me the princess."

"Huh? Who is the two of us? We have been in a strong relationship since we were young, and we don't know each other. It's a blessing that you are not a boy, otherwise we wouldn't have to wear a pair of pants?" Guixu disagreed and became more and more unrestrained. "If I do this so well, wouldn't it seem like I'm apart?" He seized all the opportunity in secret and was closer to Youmeng bit by bit, wishing he would stick his whole body like a dog skin plaster on her.

Youmeng rolled her eyes, but she was used to his virtues and was too lazy to talk about him.

"Why did the little princess just care about chatting when she came, but instead neglected us?"

There was a noble girl below who was not happy, and everyone agreed.

"That is, the sisters haven't had enough fun yet."

"Okay, let's continue playing!" In order to calm the anger of the public, Youmeng agreed and set an example to take an arrow from several tables. The eagle of the light glanced at Guixu, "Where are you..."

Guixu took the handle of the folding fan and slapped his palm, volunteering: "Young master is the best at throwing a pot! Sister, take a break, see brother show your hands for you!"
Chapter completed!
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