Empress True Colors

The beauty with tears in her eyes, the carriage where the two are alone, the affectionate eyes, and the gentle and sincere confession.

What is the general result?

The normal situation is to roll over and over again until a small one rolls out.

To be more subtle is to say yes to refusal, you come and go, and after three or five rounds, it's time for a home run.

More reserved? there is none left. Men, you know.

Jing Hengbo is very confident in her own charm, her eyes, movements, body, demeanor, everything has been practiced!

The magic mirror told her 10,000 times: You will never give up on the battlefield of all men!

And according to her analysis of Chapter 3, Section 18 of "The Book of Controlling Men", noble, proud and clean men are often good at pretending to be hypocrites.

As long as her eyes are focused, her posture is charming, her expression is warm and unrestrained, implying a bit of invitation...

one two three…

The man in white moved.

He raised his hand, picked her up, looked up and down like a dried salted fish, and said, "Such a wide body should be enough, I think."

ah?

Large body?

Jing Hengbo blinked, and it took him a while to realize that he was talking about himself.

What? The old lady has a big body?

The old lady has a protruding figure with a protruding back and a fire-breathing body. She is proud of her measurements. She is curvy but still slender. How dare you say that she is magnanimous with her naturally beautiful and hot figure? Still alive?

Wide your sister!

"Forgive your sister!" He scolded when he thought of it.

The man in white turned his wrist and turned her around with a snap. Jing Hengbo pressed his face against the window of the carriage, and his whole body flatly blocked the window. Just as she was about to struggle, there was a sliding sound behind her, and a hard object hit her **** heavily. Judging from the tactile sensation, it should be the small table he leaned on just now.

The cold wind blew on his face, making his eyelashes fly wildly. It took Jing Hengbo a while to realize that she was used to block the window by this incomprehensible guy!

Her figure just filled up the windows, preventing even a breath of wind from entering.

No wonder he said, should be enough!

enough!

Isn't it just a confession for beauty? As for hanging her out to block the window to show the public?

Being held tightly against her back, unable to move, Jing Hengbo saw Sister Cui pointing and yelling at her in the bullock cart with grief and indignation. That damned bird raised its feet and walked up and down on the horizontal bar, chanting a poem loudly: "In the daytime, the clothes are gone, the Yellow River flows into the sea, and a pair of big breasts, like flower cows."

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Jing Hengbo was indignant for a while, but he stopped being indignant.

Beauty is always more difficult to deal with.

This is especially true for high-ranking beauties.

It took her a second to forgive the beauty, and she made a plan to continue her pursuit (molestation), and in the next second she heard a soft "boom".

"Hoo." An arrow suddenly shot out from the grass by the side of the road, the black light was like lightning, and it hit her directly between the eyebrows!

"Help—"

With a "chih", one hand behind her tore her from the window, and the other hand copied the arrow in her hand.

The carriage rushed forward and stopped.

Footsteps rushed towards the carriage, and instantly surrounded the carriage. It was the guards outside.

Jing Hengbo lay on the small table in shock, and heard the skinny man outside shouting: "My lord, there are people on the left side shooting arrows with silk ropes and bows. Judging from the traces, there are about three or four people, all of whom are masters."

The man in white nodded, picked her up, threw her aside, took the snow-white cloth towel, wiped his hands and wiped the table over and over, and casually glanced out the car window.

"That's it." He said, paused, and then said, "This time, let's go."

The thin man led away with the clatter of hooves, and a large group of people galloped past the chariots and horses.

Jing Hengbo thought for a while, and decided not to teleport away. There are bandits nearby, so it's not safe.

She thought for a while, and vaguely understood that when the horse was frightened earlier, it was just a temptation from the enemy. The enemy wanted to divert the tiger away from the mountain, deceive a large number of guards, and then attack the carriage with insufficient guards. And this seemingly indifferent but cunning guy was not fooled, and only sent two people to check. After hanging her on the window, it really attracted the enemy to attack, revealing the true intention, and then ordered the large army to chase down and wipe out the roots.

In other words, this guy guessed that she was the other party's target, and deliberately hung her up?

She really is a cruel, cunning, vicious, ruthless and cold beauty!

Personality, my sister likes it!

The man in white ignored her and continued to look at the map. Jing Hengbo thought for a while who the enemy should be who appeared out of nowhere. .

Seeing the man beside her with slender fingers like jade, the thin wrist exposed from a white cuff, as delicate as a bamboo in the snow, and the firm and calm posture of holding the edge of the map with two fingers, she felt itchy no matter how she looked at it, she dawdled again Leaning over, he lay lazily on the small table he had just cleaned, raised one eyebrow, flipped through his atlas with a smile, saw the bright red small seal seal on it, and tilted his head to identify it, "... Gong... Meat?"

The corners of the man in white seemed to twitch.

Jing Hengbo didn't seem right, so he re-identified from another angle, "... Lu... meat?"

The man in white frowned.

"...Zhou...Month?" Jing Hengbo tilted his head, thinking that this font is really magical. It looks like a mountain from a horizontal angle, and a peak from a side, with different heights from near to far.

"Crack." As soon as the album was closed, the slender fingers pushed her chin away, "Gong Yin!"

"Oh!" Jing Hengbo smiled brightly, "Xiao Yinyin! What a nice name!" He grabbed his finger with his backhand, "Can I show you the palmistry? Wow, you seem to have broken your palm..."

With a flick of Gong Yin's finger, it hit her chin with a thump, and Jing Hengbo thumped, slightly painful. After the pain was over, he suddenly felt itchy again, and from the corner of his eye, he seemed to see something getting into his chin.

Jing Hengbo hurried to grab it, but his skin was smooth, where could he grab it? She raised her finger in a daze, and found that there was a little thin gold thread stuck to the fingertip, which looked like silk and mucus, and she didn't know where it came from.

"What is this?" She was a little uneasy.

Gong Yin withdrew his hand, pulled off another snow-white cloth towel from the roof of the car, wiped his fingers slowly, and threw it away after wiping.

There are more than a dozen cloth towels like this hanging on a row of rails on the roof, and half of them have been used. After Jing Hengbo entered the car, the speed of use increased linearly.

"Soul-fixing spider." He said, "Your Majesty seems to be equipped with amazing skills? But it is better not to use this amazing skill from now on. The fixed-soul spider and the spider have twin lives, each with a host. The mind is connected, invisible. Now a The spider is with me, and the other spider is with Your Majesty. As long as Your Majesty moves away from me for three feet, the Soul-fixing spider here will warn me, and the Soul-fixing spider over there will poison you, releasing poisonous gas to lead me to look for you. If your majesty doesn't want me to find a dead body, you might as well be quiet."

He dragged the small table back and placed it horizontally in front of him, tapping his fingers on the black lacquered tabletop, the reflection was like jade bamboo.

It was the first time that Jing Hengbo heard him say so many words, but his heart turned cold when he heard it. He touched his chin, thinking that there was a spider hidden in his chin, and suddenly felt creepy.

"You lied to me, right?" she said, staring earnestly into his eyes, "What kind of soul-fixing spider, what kind of Gu, or strange magic, they are all deceiving people with stories made up by ghosts and ghosts. Bar?"

Gong Yin glanced at her lightly, "Maybe."

With such an answer, the rest of Jing Hengbo's heart also went cold.

It's over, the skill points are invalid, what will happen in the days to come?