"Here we are, Your Majesty. Lian Mo is waiting outside the door."

Pushing open the collapsed door of the main hall, Lian Mo stood at the door with her head bowed, holding a lantern.

"Um."

The gauze curtains are tightly closed and the curtains are heavy, like the mist of falling clouds. There is a hint of yearning lust hidden in the hazyness, which invites prying eyes.

Leng Yuhan stood at the door and looked inside the hall for a while, then raised his legs and walked into bed.[

“It smells so good.

The fragrance of clear lotus comes to you, it is fragrant but not greasy, and the taste is light and lingering. It often comes back and always hovers between the five senses, condensing a little nostalgia and greed.

Is there some vanilla added to the lotus scent?

No wonder it retains a bit of charm.

If it weren't for Leng Yuhan's body's natural vigilance, I'm afraid Leng Yuhan would have fallen into the trap of Mr. Zheng Wang, who had never seen him but only heard his name.

He raised his eyes and glanced at the bed. What he saw in Leng Yuhan's eyes was the warm white soft moonlight that filled the room.

"That's right! A prince is a prince. Even such mundane things as sleeping in bed can be decorated as if he were a cultivator. His spirit is full of enchantment and numbness. How beautiful!"

Standing where he was, Leng Yuhan couldn't bear to be disturbed.

"Your Majesty, do you plan to stand there forever?"

The man on the bed fluttered his long eyelashes and asked lightly, with a bit of stiffness and coldness in his tone.

"Eh? Haha."

After laughing twice, Leng Yuhan carefully looked at the beautiful man lying on the bed.

Her black hair is like a waterfall, her eyebrows are as curved as the moon, her eyes are clear and shallow, and under her high nose are thin cherry blossom lips that seem to melt at a moment's notice, noble and cool.

The jade-like skin was as crystal clear as snow, glowing with silky smoothness and mellowness in the moonlight.

What does Dove chocolate taste like?

Leng Yuhan suddenly remembered this very appropriate metaphor.

"More than a month has passed, is it possible that the prince still can't relieve the anger in his heart?"

There was a slight uneasiness hidden in the coldness, and the beautiful man lying on the floor seemed to be trying hard to suppress the restlessness in his heart.

"Oh? Then according to what Mo Feng said, why is this king so angry?" [

I have known for a long time that there is a story between my predecessor and Ran Mofeng. If not, why was it that I had been sick for a month, but Ran Mofeng, the nominal husband, did not even say the most superficial greeting? Let alone

It's an intimate act of waiting for you.

Thinking of this, Leng Yuhan seemed to remember that during the month when he was poisoned, none of Shi Hanyan's so-called royal wives appeared by his side. Is it an accident? Or a coincidence?

"Your Majesty, cousin Meier didn't do it on purpose."

Biting her thin lips tightly, the slumped man mustered up the courage to speak out.

"Mo Feng, I remember that you didn't speak to me in this tone before."

The fact is that in Shi Hanyan's memory, all the fragments about Ran Mofeng are always cold, colder than glaciers, and tasteless than boiled water. Ran Mofeng has never cared about it in his heart.

Who, even Shi Hanyan, the nominal wife, was never mentioned by Ran Mofeng.

Sitting down at the table next to him, Leng Yuhan didn't come near. He poured himself a cup of 'Yu Qian' tea and drank it alone.

The tea is a little cold, but we can still handle it for a while.

"However, the prince knows that men are respected in the Longliang Kingdom, and Mo Feng's marriage to the prince is not acceptable to everyone."
Chapter completed!