The sturdy favorite concubine: the remnant king is coming to the bowl

Chapter 32
Fengying thought hard, and quickly entered Mu Xiyuan.

At this time, Feng Qianya had finished her bath, with a faint fragrance of flowers on her body, and she was still wearing a concubine-colored floor-length dress, which was both elegant and extravagant, and not too luxurious.

This concubine-colored dress was worn on Feng Qianya's body, as if it was tailor-made for her, making her even more enchanting, charming, and extraordinary.

Feng Ying walked into Feng Qianya's room, nodded and said: "Princess, the emperor ordered the prince and concubine to enter the palace together, and the prince specially asked his subordinates to report to the concubine."

Hearing this, Feng Qianya squinted at Fengying, lowered her eyes, and her calm eyes fell on her slender five fingers, her pink lips slightly raised, picking out a pretty arc, "Do I have to go?"

Fengying saw her looking at his fingers, he paused, nodded and said: "If the princess doesn't go, it's against the order, the princess must go..."

Feng Ying hadn't finished speaking when Feng Qianya walked briskly out of the room.

Seeing this, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, it seemed that their new concubine did not follow common sense.

Straight out of the palace, Feng Qianya lightly lifted the corner of her skirt, and quickly entered the carriage.

This carriage is spacious and luxurious. Xuanyuan Mochen and the wheelchair are already sitting in the carriage. After Feng Qianya entered, Xuanyuan Mochen sat on one side, lazily leaning against the carriage wall, as thin as a green onion. Gently curled up a strand of black hair with his fingers, lightly pursed his pink lips, and the slender emerald feathers covered up all the emotions in his eyes.

At this moment, her mind was still on the man wearing the silver mask, and she had no interest in paying attention to Xuanyuan Mochen at all.

She, Feng Qianya, rarely spends her time "thinking" about someone, and the man wearing the silver mask is the first one.

Shit!That man was tired of work, and dared to touch her Feng Qianya.

He was very honored to be the man that Feng Qianya would "think about" in her dreams.

Xuanyuan Mochen saw her sitting on his lap for the first time without seeing him, his coquettish phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, light brown pupils flashing across a strange color, and his cold eyes fell on her slightly swollen pink cheeks. On tender lips.

Suddenly, he closed his pupils, and a wave of anger swept through his eyes. His cold and charming voice seemed to pierce Feng Qianya's eardrums like sharp thousand-year-old ice, "Feng Qianya, what did you do?"

Hearing this, Feng Qianya raised her eyes to look at Xuanyuan Mochen, seeing his gloomy face, covered with haze, she lightly raised her pink lips, and smiled softly, "What do you think I do is what I do."

There was cold air in Xuanyuan Mochen's eyes, and he stared at her coldly, "Feng Qianya, don't forget your identity, especially King Xun, you'd better keep the distance you should have from him, if you dare to do something I'm sorry about this king, this king will definitely make your life worse than death."

Feng Qianya raised her crescent eyebrows lightly, and the smile on her lips was a bit more coquettish than before, "How can I make my life worse than death? Tell me."

Rolling the smile on her lips into his eyes, Xuanyuan Mochen closed his eyes, leaned slightly, stretched out his long arms, and pulled her into his arms.

Rubbing her slightly swollen and bitten lips with his fingertips, complex emotions surged in his coquettish eyes, his crimson lips were pursed into a stern arc, and a layer of deep color was cast on his breathtakingly handsome face.

His voice was still cold, "Feng Qianya, are you so unafraid of me?"

Feng Qianya squinted her almond eyes slightly, staring at Xuanyuan Mochen with deep eyes, her pink lips moved close to his ear, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid of a woolen thread."

(End of this chapter)