Luo Qingfeng was lying on the couch in the courtyard, feeling content and contented, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.
As soon as Mo Lingxuan walked in, he saw this scene.
He clicked his tongue, crossed his hands on his chest, and walked in slowly.
"You are really leisurely and contented, you don't look in a hurry at all." Tomorrow is the beauty banquet, but the protagonist hasn't seen anyone yet.
Xiaofeng has been doing the same for the past two days, doing whatever he needs to do, as if there is no such thing as a beauty banquet.
Luo Qingfeng didn't open his eyes and said calmly, "Why are you so anxious?"
Isn't it just a beauty party? Why don't we make such a fuss?
"Isn't the Ninth Prince back yet?" How long has it been? Should I go to the Beauty Banquet?
"If he comes back, you can still enter my yard freely." Luo Qingfeng glanced at him and said calmly.
Mo Lingxuan ""
Well, that's indeed the case.
He touched his nose and sat down aside.
As soon as his butt landed on the stool, a chill hit him from behind, and he immediately turned around and looked behind him.
A handsome face came into view. He coughed lightly and swallowed hard.
"Ninth Prince, you are back." Whoever you say will come, this is too clever.
Sure enough, you can't talk to people during the day.
Feng Jinghong put his hands behind his back, and his whole body was still exuding cold air. The cold air spread in the air, and the surrounding temperature dropped little by little.
As the chill hit, Luo Qingfeng frowned and opened her eyes.
He was dressed as usual, but his breath was cold.
"Where have you been?" Luo Qingfeng sat up and looked at him confused.
The coldness all over his body and the chill that hit his face were all chilling to his heart.
"Nothing, I just went to solve some problems in an extremely cold place." Feng Jinghong smiled softly, walked to her side and sat down on her couch.
As the cold air enveloped him, Mo Lingxuan immediately jumped away and shivered violently.
So cold.
Luo Qingfeng glanced at him, then nodded, "No injury."
That's good.
Judging from his air-conditioning, he must have rushed back in a hurry.
"Of course, no one can hurt my husband." Feng Jinghong smiled, then stretched out his finger and tapped the tip of her nose.
The cold fingers touched the tip of her nose, and Luo Qingfeng immediately felt a chill fall into her heart.
It's very cold.
Even she felt it.
"Did you rush back in such a hurry because you heard the news that I was going to the Beauty Banquet?" His secret guards were hanging around the villa every day.
They were cautious before, knowing that no matter what, they couldn't hide it from her, so they seemed to be used to it.
"My beloved concubine is going to the beauty banquet, so her husband will naturally accompany her. However, you really have to go with him." It is okay for her to go together as a princess.
Huang Yuan'er, she is so brave.
Not only did he spread rumors outside, but he dared to say that in front of Xiao Qing'er, and he even dared to send a killer behind.
This time, even if the Fifth Emperor's Uncle was protecting him, Huang Yuan'er would not be able to escape death.
Mo Lingxuan looked at the interaction between the two of them, and suddenly felt hurt.
He was still healing the wounds in his heart when he looked over with cold eyes, and he felt his hairs standing on end.
Ninth Prince, what is that? I am just talking about loyalty. Really, I am just talking about loyalty.
Don't look like this, it makes you panic.
Looking up at Forty-Five Degrees, he sighed secretly.