Ghost Doctor Dan Zun

Chapter 405 Are they good enough to share a teacup?
Feng Jiuqing only felt that the atmosphere in the room was very weird, and she didn't take it seriously, it was because Di Wuya turned his face too fast every time, without any reason, he turned his face almost at the slightest disagreement, after he turned his face , And he shot fiercely, it is only natural for the people who serve him to be afraid of him.

However, the housekeeper and Anfeng also looked shocked, which made Feng Jiuqing a little confused.Feng Jiuqing was a little worried about Emperor Wuya. On the 21st century earth where she lived, there was a country called Huaxia. In the feudal dynasty of more than 2000 years, many emperors were cruel and brutal, which made people unbearable. There are not a few waiters who died.

I don't know if Di Wuya will have such a day.

"Tea, is it good?" Di Wuya got up and walked over, and sat down on the tea table with Feng Jiuqing.

Feng Jiuqing looked at the teacup in her hand, she only took a sip, why is there only one sip left of this tea?The servants in the prince's mansion are becoming less and less able to serve, and the cup of tea is not filled to the brim.

"It's okay!" Feng Jiuqing said, took another sip, threw the teacup on the table, and pointed to the dishes on the table, "Will you talk to me now, or talk to me after dinner?" ?”

Di Wuya ignored it, he picked up the teacup Feng Jiuqing threw on the table, held it up in front of himself, looked at it, and called the housekeeper, "Duanqin, tell me, what is this teacup made of?"

Feng Jiuqing didn't know why, but only saw the housekeeper walking over with heavy steps. His whole body was soaked in sweat, his hair was gray, and the sweat was still rolling down his forehead. He walked over. Di Wuya knelt down in front of him, and said tremblingly, "Returning to Your Highness, this teacup is made of Qingyuanjing. In order to get this piece of Qingyuanjing used to make a teacup, Your Highness was almost swept away by space!"

Pfft!
Feng Jiuqing didn't know what was going on, and when she tilted her body, she fell off the stool.

A strong hand grabbed her, and as soon as the arm was retracted, she was brought into a warm embrace with a pleasant fragrance, and a deep and charming voice sounded above her head, "Feng Qi , you and I are not good enough to share a teacup, are we?"

In other words, the tea in this teacup is left over from Di Wuya's drink?

There was never a moment when Feng Jiuqing hated her handy head so much. She stared at Di Wuya in a daze. Zhang's face was perfectly combined, and some stubble appeared on his chin, which made his masculine temperament unparalleled.

He is like a god-like existence.

But now, this god dug a hole for her to jump into. Feng Jiuqing felt that the more enchanting this guy was, the less she liked him. She even scolded God Well, it's a waste of money to raise such a scum and scum so well.

"Your Highness, it was the old slave who made a mistake. Young Master Feng Qi came to visit. The old slave did not serve tea for Young Master Feng Qi in time. Your Highness wants to punish the crime. Please punish the old slave!"

As soon as Mr. Duanqin finished speaking, the whole room knelt down, and some people were crying silently. In the silent side hall, the atmosphere was oppressive.

Di Wuya didn't speak, just looked down at Feng Jiuqing, his hands were still clasped around Feng Jiuqing's waist, his posture was extraordinarily ambiguous.

(End of this chapter)