sick prince phoenix concubine

Chapter 198 Don't Randomly Look Around
"Okay, I'll arrange it."

Xia Mochen looked at her dotingly for a while, then raised his hand to pat her on the head.

It is false to want to go back, but it is true to worry about the Qianjia in the imperial city.

They are here, if something really happens, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and they can't know immediately, let alone think of a countermeasure in time.

"Yeah." Qian Ling said with great confidence, "Just let me know when you've confirmed the time."

"Are you so relieved of me?" Xia Mochen asked with a slight smile on his face, "Aren't you afraid that I will do something behind my back to make you unable to go back?"

He paused, and squinted his eyes: "After all, I am quite satisfied with my life now that no one disturbs me."

Hearing this, Qian Ling looked at him calmly: "Would you?"

Xia Mochen was silent for a moment: "No."

From the beginning to the end, he had no intention of breaking her wings and imprisoning her by his side.

Even if he could do this and turn her into a canary in a cage, she would always be under his protection and spend this life safely.

But that kind of her is no longer her.

Emptiness has a body, but no soul.

Qian Ling withdrew his gaze, lowered his head slightly, and slowly raised the corners of his lips, and the arc gradually became wider.

Xia Mochen watched and patted her head.
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The next day, the sky turned pale, and Qian Ling was pulled up in a daze.

Maybe these days are so comfortable, she sat in front of the vanity mirror, her eyes were not open, Ren Zhuwan and Jimeng were messing around on her face and head.

The two moved very carefully, and before they knew it, Qian Ling fell asleep.

When she woke up, she felt that the environment she was in was shaking, and subconsciously thought it was an earthquake.

He suddenly opened his phoenix eyes, saw the familiar roof of the carriage, was stunned for a moment, and shifted his gaze.

The man sat lazily on one side, resting his head on one hand, his eyes closed tightly.

Still the familiar black clothes.

In his memory, he seems to be particularly fond of this color, and he has never seen him wear anything else.

Mo's hair was tied up high, which made him look more energetic.

But the abnormally pale complexion and lip color still showed his sickness, giving people a feeling of weakness.

His features are picturesque, his clothes are extraordinary, and his temperament is noble.

Just sitting there like that, he looked like a perfect picture scroll that no one could pick out any flaws.

In my mind, a word came to mind: Sick and beautiful man.

Thinking of what Huo'er had said before, that his body was so bad that he might not have a good life for a few years, she frowned.

"Is this king good-looking?"

The man's magnetic voice carried a somewhat lazy voice of inquiry into his ears.

Qian Ling came back to his senses, looked over indifferently, and said following his words: "It looks good."

This man is indeed one of the most beautiful looking people she has seen in these years.

"Come here." Xia Mochen waved at her with his empty hand.

Qian Ling raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing?"

Xia Mochen adjusted his posture, turned half of his face to the girl, and said lazily:

"Didn't you say that this king is good-looking? If you get closer, you will see it more clearly."

Qianling: "."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but she always has a feeling that this man is like a goblin whose seal has been lifted, and the seriousness and indifference in the eyes of outsiders are probably just pretending.

"Thinking about what?"

A breathy voice suddenly appeared in his ears, and Qian Ling stepped back subconsciously.

She looked at him suspiciously: "When did you come here?"

She didn't even notice that someone was approaching.

This unscientific!

Xia Mochen stared at her with deep eyes with a slight smile, and said slowly, "When you were staring at me in a daze."

Qian Ling turned his head, raised the curtain of the carriage, and looked outside: "Where is this going?"

Xia Mochen followed her gaze: "I'm going back soon, I'll take you out for a walk."

The terrain of Anyang Manor was relatively remote, so they rushed all the way and only entered the city at noon.

When the carriage stopped and Qian Ling was about to go out, Xia Mochen pulled her.

When Qian Ling turned her head, there was obvious doubt in her phoenix eyes.

Xia Mochen took out a red veil from nowhere, bent over and put it on for her.

Then, he suddenly felt a little regretful.

The girl only showed a pair of phoenix eyes, which were as bright as glass, with the tails of the eyes slightly raised, which was more attractive than when the whole face was exposed.

"what happened?"

Seeing him staring at him with a gradually darkened expression, Qian Ling asked.

The sweet voice reached the ears, pulling back the man's mind.

Xia Mochen: "It's okay." His tone was a little heavy.

Qian Ling raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes slightly, but didn't say anything.

In the eyes of a man, this small gesture is full of charm.

He suddenly raised his hand to cover the girl's eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Go out later, don't look around casually."

"Huh?" Qian Ling wondered, "Why?"

If you don’t look at the streets, what kind of street is this?
Xia Mochen thought about it, and then said, "How about we go back?"

Qian Ling: "???"

Is there something wrong with this man?

Came all the way, didn't go down to take a look, just went back?
Play in a carriage?

After clapping the man's hand away, she turned and got off the carriage.

Xia Mochen followed unhurriedly and walked down.

He took the silver fox mask in Xu Jiarui's hand and put it on his face.

Most of the face is covered, but it does not diminish its charm.

Jimeng and Jing Xu stayed in the manor, followed by Zhu Wan, Xu Jiarui and Lin Shun, a group of five people with different styles, which was particularly eye-catching.

Ahead—

The tall man wore an exquisite silver fox mask, revealing a pair of deep eyes and slightly pale thin lips.

He was dressed in brocade clothes, with a dignified demeanor, and one could recognize him as the son of a rich family with a discerning eye.

His slender hands tightly clasped the petite figure in red clothes beside him.

The girl was wearing red tulle, only a pair of beautiful eyes were left.

Her lithe figure closely followed the man's pace, her calm eyes stared straight ahead, occasionally looking at the man beside her.

The two walked hand in hand, making people look at each other very well, as beautiful as a picture scroll.

Behind them, followed by two men and a woman.

The woman is wearing a light blue long dress, with a gentle face and tender feelings like water.

The man beside him was dressed in black, expressionless and cold.

On the other side of him, a man dressed in white, with a gentle face and elegant temperament, held a folding fan and fanned it slowly.

People in the city had never seen such outstanding people, and they became curious about their identities.

Facing countless sizing eyes, the few people remained calm and continued to walk forward without arrogance or rashness.

Since it was already noon, I was really hungry after I got in the carriage, so I found a restaurant that looked good and went in.

At the gate of the restaurant, Qian Ling felt a strange gaze, she stopped and turned her head to look.

(End of this chapter)