I just want to be a salted fish

Chapter 387 Father and Son Are the Same

Both male and female nine-tailed foxes are all coquettish and charming.There are very few people like Ling Lingqi, who has a graceful and attractive figure, but a pure and lovely appearance.

On the contrary, she became a unique existence in Fox Mountain.

Feng Xianyun kept staring at Ling Lingqi's face, which made Ling Lingqi very nervous, rubbing her hands together and asking: "Well, can I go to the fox cave to accompany Ah Yue?"

"No." Feng Xianyun suddenly changed his face, and said with a strict mother's appearance: "That kid is too careless, if you let your father know that he was messing with you before you were married, I'm afraid you will live peeled off his skin."

Ling Lingqi raised her eyes excitedly and said, "No way!"

This little short guard is too cute, isn't it?Feng Xianyun's cheeks were slightly flushed, and she couldn't help but raised her hand to touch Ling Lingqi's lovely head, and asked with a gentle smile, "How do you know that you can't?"

Ling Lingqi's eyes sparkled and said: "I will help stop it, and I will definitely not let Ah Yue get hurt!"

Feng Xianyun chuckled, and gently rubbed that cute little head, "Silly boy, the more your heart is directed towards him, the more your father will probably want to beat that bastard to death."

They are all parents, and they can especially understand the feelings of their own children being abducted.

"That's it." Ling Lingqi rolled her eyes and looked at the ground with a guilty conscience.

Although she and Feng Jiuyue hadn't had a substantial relationship yet, they already had a physical relationship, and Feng Jiuyue touched everything that should be touched and shouldn't be touched.

The frank relationship between husband and wife should be like this.

Ling Lingqi no longer dared to speak indiscriminately, and sat obediently, listening carefully to Feng Xianyun's story about Feng Jiuyue's childhood.

It was not until night fell that Feng Xianyun reluctantly left.

In the middle of the night, a lovely girl walked out of the room, closed the door quietly, then held her skirt in both hands, and walked in the dark with tricky footsteps.

In the bright and bright palace, Feng Xianyun leaned softly on the brocade soft couch, her black hair fell like a waterfall, her breasts were half covered, her vermilion lips were slightly turned up, and she rested her head on one hand, looking meaningfully into the mirror. The sneaky Ling Lingqi.

After watching for a long time, she couldn't help but let out a coquettish laugh.

Qing Luo, who was sitting beside her, combed her long hair while looking at the lovely person in the illusion mirror and said with a smile: "Miss Ling's temperament is very similar to your Majesty when you were young, very innocent and lively."

"It's kind of like it." Feng Xianyun lifted up the soft silk scattered on her chest with her fingertips, and said with a touch of sadness in her eyes: "When Jiuyue grew up, she followed his father more and more, didn't like to talk, and stayed rigid all day long. An ice cube face is no fun at all."

"Even the type of girls they like, father and son are the same."

"Your Majesty." Qingluo stopped combing her hair, and looked at Feng Xianyun, who had lost her childishness and became mature and steady, with a distressed expression.

"Qingluo, don't always look at me with such pity for your lover, be careful that I can't help but fall in love with you." Feng Xianyun smiled to hide the sadness in her eyes.

"Your Majesty is not serious, he always likes to tease Qingluo." Qingluo put down the wooden comb in her hand angrily.

"Okay, okay, don't be angry, my dear Qingluo, hurry up and comb my hair, I'm going to die of sleepiness." Feng Xianyun didn't have the dignified appearance that she had during the day at this time, and fawned on her maid.

"Yes, Qingluo obeys." Qingluo looked at her angrily, once again rolled up the soft black hair, and combed it with a wooden comb over and over again, as if she wanted to help Her Majesty the Queen comb out the three thousand troublesome threads.

(End of this chapter)