In the spring of March, the spring scenery is bright, and the flowers in Washington are blooming one after another, creating a brilliant and fragrant atmosphere.
I don’t know if Murong Lingxuan specifically ordered it, but the clothes Qingmeng bought were Feng Yunhua’s favorite red color.
The fiery red clothes are like the bright and blooming mandala flowers in the Autumn Garden. They are worn on Feng Yunhua's body. The bright sunshine shines on the bright red dress with excellent texture, making her pale.
His face had a little more color and was not as pale and frightening as it looked last night.
After having a rich breakfast in the Washington Mansion, Imperial Physician Hua personally ordered the concierge to prepare a soft sedan, and personally led everyone in the mansion to kneel on the ground and respectfully escorted Murong Lingxuan and Feng Yunhua to sit in the eight-seat carriage.
A soft sedan chair carried by people.
With a shout of "get up the sedan chair", the bearers carried the sedan chair quickly and steadily toward the Prince of Chu's Mansion.
Qingmeng drove the carriage and rushed to the Prince of Chu's Mansion in advance with the prescription and some medicinal materials prescribed by Dr. Hua.
In the soft sedan, in a narrow space, Feng Yunhua and Murong Lingyun were sitting side by side.
Murong Lingxuan half-squinted his eyes and leaned lazily on the soft cushion behind him, occasionally opening his eyes and squinting at the people beside him.
Because of the wound on her back, Feng Yunhua was sitting upright with her back straight. The sedan had not been running for long, and her eyelids began to fight due to her weak body. She felt a little sleepy, but she still insisted on sitting upright with her eyelids propped up.
"Look at you with your back straight and sitting like a door panel. You are really tired. Sit on my lap."
Murong Lingxuan suddenly spoke up, with a magnetic and charming voice with a hint of laziness, which startled Feng Yunhua. She turned her head and looked over with misty eyes, and politely declined.
"Thank you for your kindness. It feels good for me to sit like this."
"Do you want me to do it myself?" Murong Lingxuan glanced sharply, releasing a sharpness that could not be refused.
A gust of low air pressure suddenly flew away in the narrow car.
"My back is injured. Even if I sit on your lap, I still have to straighten my back."
Feng Yunhua's faint voice sounded in the dull soft sedan. She raised her hand to open the blue curtain of the sedan, and looked sideways at the bustling street, the passers-by who came and went in a hurry, avoiding the deep pool like Murong Lingxuan, as if
The powerful black eyes of the magnet looked at each other.
On the street, the noisy and lively shouts reached her ears, distracting part of Feng Yunhua's attention and making her no longer sleepy.
"Ah, what are you doing?"
Suddenly, Feng Yunhua's whole body was lifted up with a slight movement, and then she sat face to face on Murong Lingxuan's lap.
Looking at that handsome face so close, with hot breath spraying on her face, she couldn't help but let out a scream.
"Of course it's to make your sitting more comfortable."
Murong Lingxuan raised his eyebrows evilly. When he said this, his long eyes were smiling, and his black eyes were like the cold stars at midnight, shining brightly. He sat up straight, made room, and held Feng Yunhua's buttocks with one hand.
, holding her legs with one hand and wrapping them around his waist.
"Relax and sleep on me for a while."
With an extremely gentle voice with a hint of bewitchment, Feng Yunhua relaxed her body, put her hands on Murong Lingxuan's neck, leaned her whole body against him, smelled the faint ambergris on his body, and soon fell into the dreamy fragrance.
The sky is clear and the clouds are light, and the sun is shining golden.
The bearers carried the soft sedan smoothly and smoothly through several bustling streets and finally arrived at the Prince of Chu's Mansion.
The majestic, solemn and solemn Prince Chu's Mansion is located beside the bustling street.
The gate tower is tall, with red walls and blue tiles.
On both sides of the gate are two majestic stone lions. Directly above the gate, there are three large gilt characters "Chu Prince's Mansion" written on it.
The uniformed bodyguards, with swords across their waists, stood straight and solemn under the gate. After Qing Meng, who returned home early, arranged everything, he also straightened his back to greet him at the gate.
"Prince Chu, we have arrived." The sedan was put down and a bearer said respectfully.
The moment he saw the soft sedan, Qing Meng walked over quickly and reached out to lift the blue sedan door curtain.
In the sedan, Murong Lingxuan was still sitting with Feng Yunhua in his arms. He lowered his head, his dark eyes filled with love that he had never seen before, and he curled his lips and looked at the sleeping person lying on him tenderly.