concubine, you cant do

Chapter 603 You Are the Hardest to Guess (1)
On the way, the eunuch Gong'e saluted slightly when she saw Leng Yannuo, but she still wanted to take a sneak peek at the demeanor of this saint who broke the ancient rules, but the aura of the smiling woman was too overwhelming, and even passed by. Gong'e eunuch did not dare to look up after saluting.

"Miss, there has been a lot of rumors about you and the Nanhuang in the imperial capital recently, you say..." Wan Xiang whispered in Leng Yannuo's ear.

Leng Yannuo hooked the corners of his lips, "Public opinion doesn't rise in a day, if no one adds bricks and tiles, fanning the wind from behind, it will definitely not come like a wave."

Wan Xiang was stunned for a moment, and then she understood, "Miss, you are saying that this matter was done by Nanhuang?"

"It's not that simple." Leng Yanyan finished speaking, motioning Wanxiang to silence.

In the distance, a hundred flowers are blooming and blooming, among the branches and orchids, a woman is dressed in a lotus-colored palace dress, with a long skirt swaying the floor, reflecting a ray of sunlight, with an indescribable brilliance. Seeing Leng Yannuo coming over, she raises her hand Trick, "Saint, please sit down."

Leng Yannuo glanced at the garden again, it seemed open and quiet, but there were many people guarding it in the dark, whether her father was very close to this concubine Qing, or she had other ideas.

"I don't know if there is something important for your empress to call me into the palace this time?" Leng Yannuo, after all, besides being a saint, she is also a princess of the Lie Kingdom, and a princess who has not been included in the royal family, so she is also polite to the imperial concubine.

Concubine Qing smiled, and her slender eyes were full of soft light and water, and her delicate melon-seeded face was even more charming, and the crescent eyebrows curled up in Xifeng probably said this kind of posture.

"Since I entered the palace, I have heard a lot about the deeds of the saintess. It is rare for you to enter the palace today, so you can accompany me to relieve my boredom."

Leng Yannuo sat down casually, behind him Qiuming and Wanxiang carefully looked around and stood beside Leng Yannuo, seemingly casual, but they were in the best protective position.

"The saint is really blessed." Concubine Qing looked at the tense situation of Wanxiang and Qiuming behind Leng Yannuo, her tone was slightly less tender.

Leng Yannuo glanced at the gorgeous tea on the table with a slightly bent body, and smiled gracefully, "Why did you hear a sour taste from your mother's mouth?"

Concubine Qing was startled, looked at Leng Yannuo, "Is there any?"

"Of course there is." Leng Yannuo replied, and then said, "Qing Concubine Empress is very similar to someone I once knew."

"You are not the only one who said that I look like a person." Concubine Qing suddenly sighed.

Leng Yannuo touched the rim of the glass with his fingertips, tapped the glass lightly, but said, "It's just very similar, that's all, she shouldn't appear here."

Concubine Qing raised her eyes to look at Leng Yannuo, a pair of slender eyes hidden under the small fan-like eyelashes swept Leng Yannuo around, and then there seemed to be some bitterness, "I really don't understand, why can the saint Make so many people flock to you."

"That's the answer I want to know too."

Concubine Qing looked at Leng Yannuo's bright face immersed in the eaves of the deep palace, and felt a little dazed, and then the two of them remained silent, looking at the locked scene in the courtyard.

Leng Yannuo stood up, "It's getting late, I don't want to disturb your mother's rest, so I'm leaving."

Concubine Qing glanced at Leng Yannuo's beautiful back. The sunlight in the distance came through the high wall and fell on her body. It seemed that there was an indescribable loneliness and moved deeply, creating her lean body and bones at the moment. The petals closed lightly, wanting to say something, but in the end they didn't say it.

"Concubine Qing, don't you have anything else to say?" Leng Yannuo walked a few steps and then paused, her voice was very soft, and at the same time, the surrounding atmosphere also twisted slightly.

Concubine Qing slightly lifted her delicate and wide sleeves, and lay down on the soft chair, "This palace is about the same age as the saint, and the palace is lonely. If the saint is free, she can often enter the palace and accompany me."

Leng Yannuo's brows did not move, and he left with Wanxiang and Qiuming on his feet. He already claimed to be the palace, and he was issuing an order to evict guests.

"Your Excellency, the Qing Concubine seems to have a good impression of you." Qiuming flattered her.

"Well, you're trying to say that I'm so beautiful that even women can be charmed." Leng Yannuo made a sound, but Qiuming was speechless.

Wan Xiang suppressed her smile and raised her eyebrows, "However, miss, it seems that Qing Concubine has no malicious intentions towards you."

"Perhaps it is." Leng Yannuo raised his hand, and looked at the sunlight that filled the sky in the distance along the gap between his fingers. It was yellowish, with a touch of light gold, and it was harmonious among the carved railings and painted buildings, cornices and brackets, It was another piece of resplendent gold and jade green, but it was cold and silent, just like her heart at this moment suddenly lost its direction slightly.

"Although the climate in Lieguo is suitable for warm weather, it is foggy in the morning. Even if the sun just shines, standing for too long will inevitably catch a cold." A pleasant male voice sounded, with a faint sickness.

Leng Yannuo turned around and looked at the person who came. The person was wearing a dark blue embroidered gown with a brocade belt of the same color around his waist and a white jade pendant. At this time, he was sitting on a chair with an elegant bamboo leaf pattern embroidered with a snow-white border. The corners of the robe sway slightly in the breeze, making people feel that the breeze passes through the mirror and the bamboo forest grows.

Behind him stood a man with serious eyes, leaning on a chair. The chair was said to be a chair, but it was clearly seen that it was a wheelchair.

The prince of the Lie Kingdom, Gong Chen, was named the prince when he was born, but his legs were accidentally broken when he was five years old, and he could not stand since then. Among them, compared with what she saw at this moment, the prince lost a bit of domineering aura. From a distance, he looked like a beast with its edges and corners removed, without any harmful attributes. Not only that, but it also attracted people to approach.

A thin smile appeared on Leng Yannuo's face. In fact, after all, the person in front of him is also her brother.

The two looked at each other, but neither of them spoke again. One's eyes were as clear as stars, full of brilliance, and the other's eyes were soft and harmless, only putting people in a cool environment.

The morning light is full of dew, shrouding the entire Lieguo Palace in a halo, the road paved with fine bluestones is full of flowers and shadows, and the gardens are piled up.

The pouring brilliance fell on the man who was sitting on the wheelchair with his back straight, a thin gleam appeared on his face with sharp water chestnut angles, his eyes were dark and bright, and he was full of nobility and elegance that only belonged to the children of the royal family. It's just a little more indifferent, as if the world is under his feet, and as if there is no world in his heart.

The two parties looked at each other, Gong Chen just sat like this, Ren Leng Yannuo watched, and at the same time looked at Leng Yannuo.

The wind blows, the flowers sway, the branches fall, and the flower garden blooms, cutting a piece of beauty.

It was a faint bright color in the deep palace.

It was bright and beautiful that couldn't be kept in the deep palace.

Leng Yannuo finally smiled, "Hello, brother."

"Hello, sister." The prince also smiled, bringing a rosy glow to his sickly face, and the deep pupils were turning.

This indifferent and indifferent feeling made Leng Yannuo suddenly have a good impression of the man in front of him, his lips parted slightly, and his tone was slightly smiling, "I didn't see my brother that day at the altar."

(End of this chapter)