"Qian Feng, I hope my guess is objective and correct, and I hope you are not a person who would hurt innocent people for the sake of love."

Leng Yuhan returned to Huangrui Palace and saw Murong Qiulian sitting at the table, staring at the candlelight and drinking tea, motionless. He noticed the low and deep expression on the man's body, which was as deep as the ocean and boundless in the outside.

.

"Qiu Lian?"

Leng Yuhan Po Kaihuang called Murong Qiulian's name affectionately.

"Bold! Who dares to call the lonely king directly--"[

Looking back with dark eyes, Leng Yuhan looked closely.

This man has a pair of deep and suddenly dull eyes, his handsome and delicate facial features are as cold as hell, and he is dignified and flamboyant, revealing the true nature of a ruthless and arrogant emperor. Every part of his body exudes the feeling of a wild hunter under the night.

A dangerous aura, yet elegant, but definitely not kind.

Seeing clearly the person who came into the room and the decorations all over the room, the man's body trembled, his thin lips opened, and he froze unable to close them.

"Haha, it's me! Emperor, are you comfortable lying to me these days?"

Just a name to test his stupidity?

Leng Yuhan sat opposite Murong Qiulian and greeted her with a smile.

"Mother, are you back? Lian'er has been waiting for you for a long time, and when she was bored, she learned the opera's words in front of the mirror! Does she act like one? Does Lian'er have the bearing of a king?"

The frozen lips suddenly retracted, Murong Qiulian quickly withdrew the eternal coldness in his eyes, resumed his usual silly smile, picked up the playbook on the table, and came forward.

"

Such a lame excuse for remediation?

Murong Qiulian thought she was a three-year-old child?

Learning drama? Is there a script director? Does he have the talent to be an actor?

"Mother, look, this is the text written by the florist in the play to me. It tells the story of an emperor who was tortured by traitorous ministers and became crazy. Later, he would sometimes speak some of his own language. It was this emperor that Lian'er just learned.

Suddenly I recalled the old jokes, did you learn them like them?"

The distance between the two of them could be covered in just one step. Murong Qiulian had to run and jump. Her body was so exaggerated that she jumped in front of Leng Yuhan in a swagger. She squatted down to the same height as Leng Yuhan like a child.

Opening the script book, he pointed to the contents inside and showed them to Leng Yuhan.

"

Leng Yuhan saw it. The words Murong Qiulian just said were indeed included in the play. Moreover, the play also clearly marked the mental state, facial expressions, and even the words that should be used to say this line.

The tone of voice is very detailed and profound.

Leng Yuhan was inexplicably depressed. Could there be such a coincidence in the world? Didn't Murong Qiulian deliberately act stupid in the palace?

So aren't all my conjectures set in the wrong direction?

"Mother, don't you praise Lian'er? Isn't Lian'er's performance good?"[

Seeing that Leng Yuhan didn't respond to her question at all, Murong Qiulian blinked in disappointment, stood up with twitching shoulders, sat down on the seat next to her, and reflected on herself: "Is it because the eyes are not acting well? Or is it the voice of the voice?

not enough?"

Leng Yuhan stared at Murong Qiulian entering the scene and ran to the bronze realm to cough a few times. He stood up straight, shook his clothes, and performed self-examination in the mirror, repeating the phrase "Bold! Who?"

Dare you call the lonely king by his first name?" He also adjusted his stance from time to time and raised his eyes in silence.

It is undeniable that Leng Yuhan's mood at this time is quite sad!

It would really be a pity if poor Murong Qiulian was so stupid and so stupid.

"you

Yuan Bihan's death sacrifice, the drama in the palace?

Who is so rude and offends the royal family?

"Well

Talking about the adventure in the afternoon, Murong Qiulian danced excitedly and imitated the sleeve-wrapping posture performed by the palace attendants in the flower opera, and stood in front of the bronze realm.

"Mother, Lian'er will give you a performance!"

The man folded his sleeves, clasped the wrist with his right hand and turned it gently, with the palm facing upwards and the fingertips turned backwards, with his eyes focused on the end of the sleeve. He flicked the wrist of his right hand forward with the fingertips, dusted it by his side, and raised his eyes to look at the moon.

, God is looking forward to the brilliance, holding a beautiful orchid with his fingers, the figure is slowly bending, like a fairy hanging on the railing, her clothes are fluttering, the clear color is separated from the dust, Murong Qiulian, the beauty is unparalleled in the world.
Chapter completed!