Fast Travel: I conquer the world with my beauty

Chapter 115 World Four: The Empress Dotes on Her Wife 3
After returning to the palace from the palace, Xiao Ling bumped into someone in the corridor.

"See Your Majesty."

The man was wearing a crescent white brocade robe, with silver cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar, and a light cyan hem. He stood tall and tall, raised his hands in salute, his voice was as gentle as jade, and his posture was neither humble nor arrogant.

Lu Yunqiao, one of Xiao Lingna's side princes, is also the one Xiao Ling dares not blaspheme. No one else, but this man... is too cold, like a young master, like a jade, and he is eight Dou high in talent.If Xie Yi'an is the most beautiful woman in the capital, then Lu Yunqiao is the most talented person in the capital. An official once praised him as "hating that he was not born as a girl", which is a testament to his talent.

"Be flat."

When Lu Yunqiao raised her head, even Xiao Ling, who already had memories, couldn't help but be stunned. She suddenly thought of a poem.

Accumulated stones are like jade, and columns are like greenery.

Lang Yan is unique and unique in the world.

There is no better way to describe him than that.

It's a pity that Lu Yunqiao came from a bad background, otherwise he wouldn't have married her.

"The prince seems to be different today."

Xiao Ling was about to go back to her room when she was a little surprised when he heard his sudden voice. Lu Yunqiao usually looked down on her. Although he was respectful and polite to her, he never took the initiative to talk to her. He looked at her as if he were a lifeless person. object.The original owner saw his cold and cold demeanor and did not dare to blaspheme easily.

"What's the difference? Could it be that this king looks better?" Xiao Ling smiled in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up, showing a flirtatious air.

But Lu Yunqiao just felt that something was different about her.

It was as if an empty and beautiful skin was suddenly injected with soul and became alive.Her dim eyes became as bright as stars, and her usual gloomy and irritable atmosphere was replaced by indifference and peace.

But... what does this have to do with him?

"The prince has always been charming and charming."

"Haha, okay, I'm going to see Mr. Wang, please step back."

"..."

Lu Yunqiao looked at her back, her figure as tall and tall as a green bamboo seemed a little stiff.

Look at Mrs. Wang?Are you sure you didn't want to hit him?

……

Xiao Ling moved lightly when he pushed the door and entered, so he happened to find Xie Yi'an who was sitting on the bed and weeping.

After he saw her, he hurriedly wiped his tears and tried to force out a smile, "My wife... you, you are back..."

"what happened?"

Her question seemed to turn on the faucet, and his tears fell down his cheeks like broken beads. His voice was choked with sobs, and he hiccupped while crying.

"Wife, wife master, you...will you...will you not want me?"

It was the first time Xiao Ling saw a man who was crying so hard, and he would hiccup and cry like a baby. They all said that women are made of water, so it seems that men don't give in too much.

Although surprised, Xiao Ling really felt distressed.

She softened her voice: "Why do you say that?"

"Yesterday...my wife didn't beat me...today, today...she even gave me medicine..."

"Am I... useless?"

The ends of his eyes were red, and there were tears hanging on his eyelashes. His neck and ears were stained with a layer of crimson from crying. He was charming and full of spring scenery.

It turns out that some people will cry because of this, and feel uneasy because they are flattered.

Xiao Ling looked directly into Xie Yi'an's eyes, so that even her little crybaby could clearly see her serious expression, and said every word with utmost solemnity, "You are my royal husband, and I will never abandon you."

"My condition has become weaker recently, so I don't need to do that anymore. I give you medicine because I feel sorry for you."

Xie Yi'an heard the sound of flowers blooming in a trance, one by one, quietly blooming in the deserted valley.

(End of this chapter)