concubine, you cant do

Chapter 172 Who is the lucky one (1)
The air seemed to be silent for a while, after a long time, Ruiyang nodded lightly, "Well, actually..."

"Hey, the sun is going down, let's go home." Leng Yannuo got up, walked a few steps, then turned around and said, "King Cheng is not bad, he can handle things in turbulence without being surprised or confused, it can be used. "After the words fell, he left on his toes.

In the dark, the fixed eyes suddenly moved, and some unknown emotions suddenly spread.

Emperor Ruiyang lowered his head, looked at the chessboard, and said, "Turn around." This is sister Nuo's turn around.

The night is dark, the stars are arched against the moon, the wind blows up the fragrance of flowers all night, the fire last night seems to be in a dream, the sky is vast, and it will never bow down for anyone.

Li Wangfu.

In the courtyard of the East Wing.Leng Yannuo hesitated outside the door for a long time, and finally opened the door to enter. Inside, the tall people in the clouds closed their eyes and fell asleep soundly, as if they didn't realize that someone had stepped in.

A ray of moonlight slipped in from the window and the man on the bed had a jade-like face, with a slight trace of abnormal white on his face, and it was a bright and beautiful light in the room.

Leng Yannuo took a few steps forward, and stood still on the side of the bed. Although the lights were not lit in the room, the moonlight pouring down had a somewhat ambiguous beauty.

On the bed, Murong Shengrui had just experienced the pain of the cold poison, and at this moment he was extremely exhausted, his long eyelashes were covered with a faint shadow, more like a trace of the wind and shadow of the distant mountain being carried away.

Those lips were soft and moist, and a faint fragrance wafted from the room. Ripples slid past Leng Yan's nose, and Leng Yannuo took another step forward...

Then he turned around, picked up the Zihao on the table, and danced around on the fine rice paper spread on the table, put down his pen, glanced at Murong Shengrui who was on the bed, smiled playfully, and walked out of the room.

On the second day, it was said that because the Prime Minister's Mansion was reduced to ashes overnight, Princess Li was heartbroken and depressed and fell ill.

So, Leng Yannuo fell ill.

On a long official road in the outskirts of Tianmu, a very inconspicuous carriage was leisurely and leisurely moving forward.

inside the car.

Mr. Pianpianjia, dressed in a black robe, was leaning on the wall of the car, with a natural nobility, especially his bright and bright eyes. Every move was graceful and graceful, like pearls and brilliance, and the straight and delicate jade nose seemed to describe the magnificent scene. The distant mountains and rivers depict the vast blue sea.

On the opposite side of the man, sat a woman in a pure white dress with a demure and graceful posture and a slightly sick face, while on the other side sat a delicate-looking woman in pink.

The woman in pink has fine eyebrows and a delicate face. If she is ordinary, she can be said to be an extremely beautiful woman, but at this moment, together with the black-robed man in front of her and the white-clothed woman next to her, even though she is beautiful, her aura still makes her slightly inferior.

It's not discriminating against people in the rivers and lakes, but the current situation is just a false theory.

But at this moment, the handsome man in black robe stared at the woman in pink for a moment, and the woman in pink looked at her calmly, without any shyness on her face.

"She's here..." The man raised his finger and pointed at the woman in white, "I know, I understand." After speaking, his eyes turned back to the woman in pink, as if a little funny, "What are you here for?"

"Hmph." The woman in pink turned her head, "By the way." The answer was unambiguous.

"Oh..." The man made nine bends and thirteen bends, and said a long "oh".

"I'm gone, don't you happen to have the opportunity to get along with him every day?" the man joked.

The woman in pink snorted again, "There is Patriarch Lan, who dares to take him down when I come back."

"Yeah." The man in black nodded quietly, and said in an eloquent voice, "So I have been following him every day for more than ten years and have not taken him down."

"Leng Yannuo." The woman in pink stood up suddenly, but heard a "bang", she pushed against the roof of the carriage, gritted her teeth, covered her head again, sat down, and then looked at Leng Yannuo angrily, "If Yu Wuyou hadn't been busy with other things, I wouldn't have bothered to protect you."

Leng Yannuo didn't seem to know, but also seemed to have suddenly realized, "Your name is Yun Luo, and I'm Luo Yan. It's a good relationship. Since you are here to protect me, then follow me and be a good maid."

"You..." Yun Luo stood up abruptly, halfway up, touched his head, sat down again, and then gloated, "What are you proud of, once you leave, the Lan Patriarch might throw himself into his arms or something, Cheng Ruixin softens again...Maybe when you go back, you will have a younger sister."

"Shouldn't that be something you are anxious about?" Leng Yannuo didn't suffer any disadvantages, still smiling, this smile was different from the women's dress in the past, it was the standard playful smile when she was used to pretending to be a man.

Three points of temptation, three points of drama, three points of emptiness, and one point of exquisiteness.

"How could Cheng Rui fall in love with such a heartless woman like you? When he came over overnight, he would know that his concubine had run away from home." It was even more annoyed to see her trembling while laughing, so she greeted her with a bit of impoliteness.

But Yun Luo didn't notice the gloomy look on Leng Yannuo's face.

At this time, the woman in white who had been sitting quietly while listening to the two people coming and going greeted each other finally said, "If Patriarch Lan can really enter the eyes of King Li, King Li would have destroyed people and confused his mind." Take a sip of the tea on the side of the shore.

"Tch." Yun Luo snorted coldly and sat aside.

Outside the carriage, Xiang Ye and Qing Wu heard the silence in the carriage, they both looked at each other, and each saw it from each other's eyes, is this the rhythm of three women in a scene?

Inside the car, Leng Yannuo glanced at Yao Jingzhi, smiled at each other, and then closed his eyes for a short rest.

The time went back to last night, after Leng Yannuo wrote the pen and left half a stick of incense.

Murong Shengrui opened his eyes, stood up, and seemed to feel a nostalgic and familiar atmosphere in the room. The night wind came, blowing the white rice paper on the table and rolling it up. Amid the sound of "rustling", the handwriting was so bright that it was almost black. eye.

Murong Shengrui stepped forward, and when he saw the contents on the rice paper on the desk case, his gentle face suddenly brightened with spring. This smile was not a hearty laugh, nor a low-pitched giggle, but every part of his heart extending outward. The hot air bubbling like a hot spring instantly blurred the face of a courtyard full of orchids and green grass.

Waiting for my sister to come back to come and thank you.

The seven big characters are elegant and phoenix dancing, and the pen is strong and vigorous. I didn't expect that women's characters can be so domineering without being exposed, restrained but not humble.

She would always bring him all sorts of shocks and surprises, Murong Shengrui's lips curled slightly, "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back to me."

Murong Shengrui closed his eyes, he didn't expect that Leng Yannuo would give him Misan powder, but because of the cold poison, his physique was already special, this, could it be that Lao Shan didn't say this when she went to get the medicine...

However, this is also a kind of two-hearted torture.

He stood in the room and listened to her whispered confession in the courtyard next door, her deployment of troops and generals, her strategy of step by step, and her arrangements for the palace... her voice was very low, very low, it was obvious that she had just resisted. It's cold and poisonous, but Murong Shengrui still listened hard, the low and soft voice like this moment is actually the best supreme music in the world.

(End of this chapter)