Chapter 353: Concubines with their own thoughts 12
Nangong Xi smiled, sat down again, trying to pick up the chicken leg on the ground. The man's face turned black, "Young master, that chicken leg is dirty."
Nangong Xi blinked and laughed again. In contrast to his irritability just now, he obediently sat back in front of the desk and ate and drank at the table.
The two little servants looked at each other, and a look of pride flowed out in their eyes.
Their master is like a fool, and it is the real master like them.
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Outside the Ling Palace, Fengchun stood at the entrance of the hall, feeling anxious and uneasy.
Qianxun didn't listen to him and went to get close to Leng Fengling.
Although she said it was a test, who knew what she was thinking?
In the inner hall, Qianxun looked at Leng Fengling from time to time. The man leaned on the bed, held his head with one hand, closed his eyes slightly, and was sleeping lightly. However, even Qianxun came in, he never woke up.
The man's cold and arrogant eyebrows and eyes were filled with a faint smile, and the silver threads flowed softly. He glanced away, like a noble silver with a faint color.
Qianxun sat there, watching him quietly.
His left hand also had several shallow scars.
It was left by Nizili's wounds. When Qianxun saw that hand, he would think of the cruel scene and feel scared.
Is this cold Fengling really like Fengchun said, setting up a plan that made her unable to help but believe him?
However, if Ni Zili was a little more ruthless, Leng Fengling would definitely have no chance of winning. He fought hard, would it be a game?
"Xun'er? Are you here?"
A voice sounded faintly, interrupting Qianxun's contemplation.
Qianxun raised her eyes and smiled slightly, "Mr. Husband, are you very tired?"
She stood up and sat down beside the bed. After all, modern people's thoughts are not as conservative and restrained as ancient women. Leng Fengling was used to her style and sat up and hugged her gently.
"It's very tired if Xun'er is not around. Xun'er, haven't Yunluo passed through Shengxun Palace?"
Qianxun shook her head, "I didn't come, so I came here."
She lied, but also looked at Leng Fengling's expression secretly, but he just kept smiling gently, his eyes like a pool of swaying water, cold and beautiful tenderness.
He is different from Xia Zhibai's pure tenderness, but cold tenderness.