Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 1128 Come, I Pamper You

"Second prince!"

Leng Luo leaned down emotionally, gently rubbing her face against his chest.

"Little fairy!"

Xuanyuan Shang pinched her forehead: "If you provoke me again, won't it hurt?"

"pain!"

Leng Luo coyly entangled her infinitely: "Luo'er is willing to suffer for the second prince. If he is born as the second prince, he will be the second prince's ghost after death."

"Luoer, Luoer, why didn't the prince meet you earlier?"

Xuanyuan Shang's blood boiled with enthusiasm, and he turned back and oppressed: "This pear blossom rain has come true..."

As dusk fell, Xuanyuan still sent Leng Luo out through the small gate of Qifeng Palace.

Leng Luo was very reluctant to open the small door.

Xuanyuan Shang was very satisfied with her dependence, he embraced her in his arms, and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"Go ahead, the Changchun Palace will become suspicious after a long time."

Leng Luo put his arms around his waist, unwilling to let go: "What if Luo Er needs to find the second prince in a hurry?"

Xuanyuanshang thought for a while, and lightly kneaded her fragrant shoulders: "My prince and Mr. Nangong have a very close friendship, what can Concubine Shu find a way to send a message to this prince, and then we will meet quietly in Qifeng Palace. "

After Leng Luo left, Xuanyuan Shang stared at the figure that disappeared into the pear orchard path, and smiled meaningfully.

Under the pear tree behind him, a shadow in black flashed, standing with hands folded.

"master!"

"Go to the Eighth Prince's Mansion and tell Uncle Huang that my son has already succeeded."

Xuanyuan Shang looked cold: "It's getting late, let's go out of the palace!"

Carrying the basket of pear blossom petals, when Leng Luo returned to the Changchun Palace with twists and turns, he was stopped by Eunuch Gui.

"Oh, isn't this a matter of cold management?"

Eunuch Gui gloated: "What's wrong with this foot, but was it injured? That's right, it just rained last night, and this pear garden is slippery and wet. Why did you fall so carelessly?"

Seeing that there was no one around, Eunuch Gui took a step closer.

"Come on, I love you."

"Get out of the way!"

Leng Luo took a step back vigilantly, and smiled sarcastically: "I don't want the queen mother to know about the dirty things between you and Ningshuang, so it's best not to bother me."

"Okay, you are ruthless, you are ruthless!"

A vicious look flashed in Gui Gonggong's eyes: "Stinky bitch, there will always be a day when you beg me."

Leng Luo didn't even give her a corner of his eyes.

Whoever asks who is not sure?

As long as the eldest prince does not leave the prison, once the emperor dies, the harem will be the second prince's world.

When the time comes, she will definitely let this villain feel that life is worse than death.

Having been here in Changchun Palace for many years, what Leng Luo knows best is forbearance, so he walked into the main hall without saying a word, carrying a basket and twisting and turning.

After serving her with all her heart for so many years, the queen mother asked with a puzzled look when she saw that Leng Luo had trouble walking into the hall.

"Where did you get hurt?"

"Thank you, Queen Mother, for your kindness."

After seeing Li, Leng Luo smiled indifferently: "It rained yesterday, and the pear orchard has withered so few petals. I wanted to make wine for the Empress Dowager, so I climbed to a branch and picked a basket."

"Silly boy."

The queen mother brushed away Ningshuang who was pinching her shoulders, and waved to Leng Luo: "Let Aijia see the petals you picked."

Sure enough, the petals in the basket were as white as blemishes, and every single piece was good.

"It doesn't matter if this pear wine is not brewed, but you are loyal. You broke yourself like this to make pear wine."

The queen mother was very moved, and told Ningshuang beside her: "Bring the box of snow jade cream from Ai's house, and give it to Steward Leng."

"The maidservant thinks that the Empress Dowager loves a mouthful of pear blossom stuffing, so how can there be less of it this year?"

(End of this chapter)