In fact, Feng Yun is a handsome man with extremely good looks. For now, he is wearing a crescent-white robe, with auspicious clouds flying like ink stains on the robe. His dark eyes have a brightness that others cannot guess, and he has a tall nose and a sexy look.
His thin lips were slightly upturned, because his movements were full of elegance, and coupled with the thousand-year-old smile on his face, he looked not as cold as Long Canghao, nor as noble as Long Junao, but with a kind of elegance.
The feminine beauty of compassion.
Shemale.
Feng Zhuyue curled her lips, not interested in Feng Yun's type: "When eldest brother stops sending envelopes, Fourth Sister, I might consider it."
Feng Yun raised his eyebrows and raised his lips to a charming arc. A gust of wind blew by and swept away a few stray strands of hair in front of his forehead. He said meaningfully: "Fourth sister, please remember what you said today.
That's it. Hahaha..."
With a graceful flick of his long arm, a green fan with an evergreen tree painted on it appeared out of nowhere, swaying gently in his hand, taking small steps, and the high-pitched laughter continued to his figure.
Disappeared into the small courtyard.
Feng Zhuyue turned around and smiled charmingly at Danqing and Ruolan: "Today is finally over. Let's go back and have a good sleep. We have to go to the lake tomorrow!"
"I'll give the lady a massage."
"I'll pick out a nice dress for the lady."
At night, they were quiet in a silent dream. The breeze blew by, picking up the petals scattered all over the ground, flying wantonly in the air, as if the environment after the silence was their paradise.
In the distance, a white figure stood on the tallest tree, a pair of charming peach blossom eyes with deep pupils, a smile on the lips that stirred people's hearts, and the deep gaze focused on the only lit room in the small courtyard.
Inside, the figure flashed, and there was no one left.
Early the next morning, King Cang's stern figure appeared in the General's Mansion. He turned a blind eye to everyone in the General's Mansion and walked directly to the Cuizhu Pavilion in the backyard with purpose.
Danqing was about to fetch water when he saw Cang Wang arriving. He looked surprised, forgot to salute, and said directly: "Cang Wang, you came too early, the lady hasn't woken up yet!"
On this day, just as the fish belly turned white, King Cang came. Is King Cang too anxious, or is their lady too lazy?
Long Canghao was not angry at Danqing's rudeness, and passed her, his steps relaxed and brisk.
"Prince Cang, wait a minute." Dan Qing hurriedly stopped Long Canghao and said awkwardly: "Prince Cang... our young lady has a weird temper. If she doesn't wake up naturally and is disturbed by all external forces, she will be very angry when she wakes up.
If you have a bad temper, you won't be in a good mood for a whole day. Look, Lord Cang..."
Long Canghao looked at the embarrassment on Danqing's face, then looked at the pale sky, and sighed in frustration. Was he too anxious? Alas... I didn't sleep well all night, just thinking about seeing him.
She, close your eyes and everything in your mind is her figure.
Her voice and smile, her intelligence and agility, her cunning and purity, everything about her...
"That's all, I'm too anxious. Let Yue'er have a good rest. I'll just sit here and wait for her to wake up!"
Long Canghao didn't shy away from it either. He was sitting on a small stone table outside the courtyard of Cuizhu Pavilion. His tall figure was a little depressed, and his handsome face was filled with depression and helplessness...
After about an hour, Feng Zhuyue slowly woke up and stretched out comfortably.