Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 217
With a coquettish smile, the gleam of light in Ying Chenxi's eyes flickered away, she reached out and pressed Yan Dongqing's hand on the table with her chin, and said softly, "Chenxi will definitely not disappoint the master, the master wants to follow the Vatican What did you get from Qingtian?"

Ying Chenxi naturally understands that Yan Dongqing is a person who has nothing to gain, and if she is asked to monitor Fan Qingtian, Yan Dongqing must want to get something from Fan Qingtian.

Without hiding Ying Chenxi, Yan Dongqing quietly withdrew her hand, reached out and took out a piece of rice paper on the side of the table, and wrote three soft words.

"Shuli Sword." With red lips slightly parted, Ying Chenxi read these three words slowly.

"En." Yan Dongqing responded lightly.

With a charming smile on the corner of her mouth, Ying Chenxi's eyes flickered slightly and said, "Chenxi understands."

"Well, let me know if you have any difficulties." As he spoke, Yan Dongqing flicked the ink brush in his hand, drawing the outline of a colorful butterfly with spiritual force.

Then the ink pen in Yan Dongqing's hand moved towards Ying Chenxi's fair arm, and the outline of the colorful butterfly was imprinted on Ying Chenxi's icy muscle and bone, adding a touch of beauty to that radiant skin. color.

"Yes..." Glancing at the butterfly on her arm, Ying Chenxi showed no extra emotion on her face, it was just for contacting Yan Dongqing.

Immediately, Ying Chenxi stood up slowly, bent over to Yan Dongqing, and said, "Then Chenxi will leave..."

"En." With calm eyes, Yan Dongqing responded with a faint smile.

Looking at the back of Ying Chenxi leaving, Yan Dongqing's face returned to the coldness at this moment, and with a wave of his hand, the door was closed, the candle was extinguished, the cabin became dark again, and everything returned to its original state. calm.

Two white birds were still standing on the vine branch with their pink eyes turning, their eyes were sharp, and they were watching the movement of the attic energetically.

At night, it was snowing heavily, and the Mu Kingdom Emperor's Capital was bustling with places for drinking, sex and having fun, and there were only a few pedestrians on the street in a hurry.

The royal palace, Wolong Hall, and Fan Qingtian moved all the memorials that had not been processed today to the study of his bedroom for processing.

Correcting the memorial in front of him, Fan Qingtian couldn't help rubbing the center of his brows, looking a little tired.

It has been snowing heavily for the past few days, people have more and more food and clothing problems, and the food in the treasury is about to be exhausted, and even if you have money, it is very difficult to sell food in Mu Country.

If this situation is allowed to continue, I am afraid that a large number of people in the Mu Kingdom will die again.

Thinking that Mu Country is sparsely populated now, if it dies, Fan Qingtian might really want to guard this uninhabited country empty-handed.

After correcting the last memorial, Fan Qingtian stretched out his arms and turned around.

At this moment, Bu Hai walked in with a bowl of blood-red soup.

Bringing the decoction to Fan Qingtian's desk, Bu Hai said with a smile on his face, "Your Majesty, it's getting late, take the medicine and rest."

After a pause, Bu Hai continued, "The old slave has already ordered the bath water to be prepared. Do you want Xuan Duan to serve you lightly, Your Majesty?"

Glancing at the blood-red decoction, Fan Qingtian glanced at Buhai again, his amber eyes flickered, but his face was as calm as water and he said, "No need, this king is not in the mood to let them accompany you. You go out first, and rest when I've dealt with things."

Seeing what Fan Qingtian said, Bu Hai was helpless, nodded obediently, and Bu Hai said, "The king should drink the medicine, and the old slave will wait outside. If the king has something to do, call the old slave." .”

"En." Fan Qingtian waved his hand lightly in response.

After seeing Bu Haili close the door, Fan Qingtian stretched out his hand and poured the blood-red decoction contained in the jade bowl into the chamber pot.

After sitting in the study for a while, Fan Qingtian returned to his dormitory.

At this moment, outside the Crouching Dragon Hall, a man with a dark red figure stood in the snowy night with a hint of anxiety on his handsome and slightly evil face, which seemed a bit worrying.

Suddenly seeing Buhai coming out of the hall, the handsome man greeted him quickly, with anticipation in his dark red eyes, Buhai hurriedly asked, "Eunuch Buhai, what does your majesty say?"

Looking at the satin light with expectation in his eyes, Bu Hai lightly shook his head, flicked the whisk in his hand, and said, "The king said that no one should sleep with you, Mr. Duanqing, it's so cold, you should go back."

The fists in his hands were clenched slightly, and Duan Qing's face was full of despair. He had been waiting for the king to summon him here for several days, but the king didn't see him. Except for the morning court, Duan Qing couldn't see him at all. Fan Qingtian's face.

I kept recalling the figure of Fan Qingtian playing the melody that day in my mind. Duanqing felt that I might have been poisoned by Fan Qingtian, so I thought of Fan Qingtian day and night, so that I couldn't help but come to Crouching Dragon Hall every day. , I want to get the declaration of Fan Qingtian.

Biting her lips, Duan lightly looked up at Buhai and asked again, "Eunuch Buhai, did you really not announce anyone to sleep with you after you came back from the king?"

After a pause, Duanqing continued to hear, "For example, are there any young masters brought back by King Xuan to attend the bed?"

Duanqing didn't believe it anymore. Yi Fan Qingtian used to recruit people to sleep in bed every day. Now that Fan Qingtian has been back to the palace for so long, he has never summoned anyone. Duan Qing doesn't believe that Fan Qingtian can bear it!
Fan Qingtian must have been tired of looking at the people in their harem, that's why he didn't summon the people in their harem.

Especially the mysterious man brought back by Fan Qingtian who had never shown his face, Li Mie!
Duanqing also approached Dongfang Yu and others, but Zuo Zhujin also directly told Duanqing that they had no interest in Fan Qingtian, and Fan Qingtian had no interest in them either.

They also inquired about Fan Qingtian's race in the north, which reassured Duanqing a little, but it didn't mean that Duanqing relaxed his guard against Dongfang Yu and others, and maybe the king didn't It means that if Dongfang Yu and others are not recruited into the harem, then his competitiveness will increase, and his good days will come to an end.

As for Li Mie, Duanqing couldn't enter Feng'an Palace at all, even the eunuchs and maids said that Li Mie had never appeared since he lived in Feng'an Palace that day, and he didn't even let people eat. Pass.

People who don't know think that Feng'an Hall is not inhabited at all!
"Your Majesty, no one summoned the servants. If I summoned my father-in-law, wouldn't I say a few more good words for you?" Bu Hai raised his orchid finger and said helplessly.

Knowing that Duanqing is very impatient, in fact Buhai is also as anxious for Fan Qingtian as Duanqing, the king can't go on like this, how can you say that the king is a woman, busy every day and so tired, looking for a man to serve very normal.

(End of this chapter)