He nodded heavily, a smile rippling on his begonia-like face: "Yes! But... Xi'er, what if she wants to commit herself to this king?"
Chen Ximo: "..."
Although Feng Qingyang looked like he was joking, in fact, this is completely possible, isn't it?
The woman came to the door by herself, making it clear that she was here to commit herself to her!
Chen Xi looked at Feng Qingyang's pretending to be sad face depressedly, grinding his teeth: "Sir, you and I are the only ones here, can you not act cute?"
People are worried, okay?
The person who was disliked blinked innocently, "Cute?" Did he?
Chen Xi's eyes read: "You are just being cute! Shame on you!"
"Alas!" Feng Qingyang sighed quietly, well, if my beloved concubine is not in a beautiful mood, he should be sad with her!
Holding his chin with one hand, he silently watched Chen Xi pouting in thought. His outstanding appearance seemed to be shrouded in a layer of dark clouds, as if the sky was about to collapse!
The atmosphere was far from serious, but the air pressure was too low.
"Xi'er..."
"Don't call me!"
Chen Xi coldly interrupted Feng Qingyang's call, hmm, she was still thinking about how to deal with the mistress, so don't disturb her.
Feng Qingyang babbled innocently, but actually he wanted to say that Mo Mingxin did not pose a threat to her.
Chen Xi's body and mind belong to her alone, so why should she be nervous?
But... forget it!
Let her feel such a sense of crisis, that way, the more nervous she is, the more it represents his importance in her heart.
His fingers were tapping on the table, and under the "sad" face of a certain man was a sunny and beautiful mood.
Suddenly, the two people who were deep in thought sat up straight.
Feng Qingyang turned his hand, and the carriage walking on the long street suddenly shifted its direction.
Just as they made way halfway, a strong wind blew outside the carriage.
The light blue car curtain was blown up by the wind, and Chen Xi saw a familiar dark purple wind blowing by.
Liu's eyebrows furrowed slightly - why is he here too?
Feng Qingyang's face also straightened up, and the appearance of that figure also made him annoyed.
When Chen Xi turned around, what she saw was the handsome man's frowning look. She grinned!
Okay, she is not the only one who has the sense of crisis, this is finally fair!
She opened the mechanism in the carriage in a leisurely manner, and a purple clay pot tea set popped out from the secret compartment under the square table. The boiling water bubbled gurglingly in the pot.
Picking up the teapot with ease, she imitated Feng Qingyang's elegant Tsinghua tea-making method and slowly brewed the tea.
After a while, the tea was fragrant, and the steam lingered on the man's slightly frowned brow. Chen Xi smiled narrowly: "Master, drink tea!"
By the way, she held a cup of tea and swirled it under Feng Qingyang's nose.
Feng Qing raised her eyebrows and cast her deep eyes on the green tea soup. The fragrance of the tea swept away the irritability in her heart.
He curled his lips, took the tea cup, smelled the tea elegantly, and praised: "Well, there is progress."
"Haha, thank you for the compliment."
Chen Xi squinted his eyes, picked up a cup of tea and gently smelled it under his nose, but did not drink it.
The carriage clicked, running happily along the long street that was not too crowded.
The commotion just now was just a small episode and no longer affected the mood of the people in the car.
About a quarter of an hour later, the wooden shadow in front of the carriage let out a long sigh, and the speed of the carriage gradually slowed down.
"Your Majesty, Princess, Wanxiang Tower has arrived."
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