The Villain Runs Wild | BL, MTL

Chapter 88

The Villain Runs Wild TVRW English MTL Chapter 88: Violent prince x stupid prince

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The day will dawn, and the mandarin ducks whisper on the couch.

Hot water was called in the hall, Liu Zhonghai led someone in gently, then bowed his head and stepped back.

Lin Sui was a little tired, Yan Qin hugged him into the water and let him lean against his arms to prevent him from slipping.

Lin Sui raised her hand, water drops rolled from her forearm, the lines were firm and smooth, with a beauty that was unique to men.

The water waves burst, causing people to feel restless.

Yan Qin licked Lin Sui's cheek, preferring to be as strong as the frailty revealed inadvertently between his eyebrows.

It is not a coquettish demeanor that makes people obsessed.

The next day, the emperor's birthday.

The courtiers presented gifts, and Yan Qin, as a minister, also presented his own gifts.

In addition to those beautiful gifts, he also has other actions.

"Brother Huang let me go east and I won't go west, let me slow down and I won't be fast. Brother Huang, do you like this gift?"

"Absurd language should be punished by a broken tongue."

Lin Sui frowned impatiently and covered Yan Qin's mouth.

Where is Yan Qin's birthday present?

Although Lin Sui sometimes likes to follow her own pace, sometimes people don't mean what they say. Yan Qin understands him, so he doesn't need to be in command at all, Yan Qin is teasing him.

Yan Qin kissed Lin Sui's palm and his fingertips.

Lin Sui lowered her eyes, thinking a little dull about the plan in laziness.

He was actually a little hesitant to continue the action. If Yan Qin didn't feel that this was a hardship, even if Yan Qin really rebelled, it was just to cater to him and please him. Just get the job done.

He needs to confirm, if it really doesn't work, then the world won't be tossed anymore, just finish the task quickly and leave.

The spring is cold in February, and the building is lost in fog.

Lin Sui deliberately avoided this morning, looking at the thin mist outside the window, the ink stains were dyed on the rice paper, and she drew a disoriented bird.

When Yan Qin came in, he saw that the window was wide open. He was silent when Lin Sui was painting, and after he stopped writing, he put on a fox fur for him.

"Brother Huang's paintings are really beautiful."

"Things with little skill are also worthy of praise?" Lin Sui raised her eyebrows, but seemed to think, "I remember Lao Qi's outstanding painter."

The Seventh Prince, the son of Concubine Virtue, titled King Yan, who bestowed the land on the Northern Tomb, is now Fang 189.

"What did the emperor mention about him?"

Yan Qin lowered his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't have any affection for this seventh brother.

He was humiliated when he was stupid, and most of the bullying came from this younger brother's orders.

When Lin Sui ascended the throne, the younger brother was still immature. King Qing was driven out of the capital by Lin Sui, let alone King Yan.

"Brother Huang, if you want to play a game, only I am the best choice. How can I get into your eyes if the seventh is mediocre?"