Forget it, it's okay for them to stay with him, the palace is so big, there might be a beautiful princess or a famous Runxiu who likes them, and if they are willing to marry, that would be a good thing.
Entering the room, this inn is not big, and the furnishings inside are very simple. There is a table, two chairs, a bed, a tea set on the table, and not even a bronze mirror.
A small oil lamp burned weakly.
Qianxun got down the window screen, bolted it, and rolled up her dried hair. Feng Canglun had already brought two buckets of water up, poured the water into the big wooden bucket, and stood aside and looked at her with a smile.
"Do you want me to help you wash it?"[
Her tone was extremely ambiguous. Qianxun rolled her eyes at him. She had already taken off her outer robe, leaving only her undergarments and underwear like a cicada, "Get out, don't even think about taking advantage of me!"
Feng Canglun was a little angry and poked her head, "You are almost becoming my woman, and you are still worried that I will take advantage of you? Hum, after we get married, I will take advantage of you..."
beep...
With a soft sound, Feng Canglun's words came to an end. Qianxun picked up a drop of water and hit his dumb hole. He couldn't help but laugh and cry. Looking at the blushing face, the white forehead had already seeped out.
With thin beads of sweat, he smiled affectionately and exited the room.
The moment he closed the door for her, Feng Canglun chuckled and said, "Xun'er, we will be able to take a bath together soon, haha..."
How presumptuous.
Qianxun smiled. She was not in a hurry to take a bath. She had just had dinner and would have to wait about half an hour before taking a bath.
She sat aside, opened the package, looked at the bright red fairy fruits, and couldn't help but frown slightly.
She really misses those days on Fairy Island.
However, what Bingzhu said suddenly made her feel heavy again.
However, this is fate. No matter how she tries to escape, she cannot avoid it. Just like the disaster she suffered from Leng Fengling.
The surroundings were so quiet that the only sound was the voices of the merchants on the first floor.
Half an hour later, Qianxun took off her clothes and soaked in the water. The cool water soaked her white chest, so comfortable!
A faint sound of flute suddenly came from not far away.
That should be Xia Zhibai playing the flute, as quiet as crying, lingering and sad, or maybe it's Xia Zhibai's mood at this time, right?