Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 121 Chapter 140 His chest?

I saw him lay flat on the ground with one knee bent, his blue eyes were like a sea of ​​mist, with a focused expression, he lowered his head and adjusted the remnant piano and Fengming.

The long hair like a waterfall was randomly tied up with a wishful hairpin, and the moment he bowed his head, it poured down in front of him, faintly covering that face that was as far away as snow on a mountain, and an underwater lotus.

There is a young man like Lian, who is elegant yet elegant, so he must be talking about Mo Fengyi.

Yan Qingcheng smiled, she still remembered that the last time she said goodbye to the Reclining Buddha Pavilion, the pot of wine she won ended up in someone's house, and whether it would still be with him.

"Mr. Mo, what a coincidence."

Mo Fengyi put Feng Ming down, looked up at Yan Qingcheng, smiled without saying a word, and inadvertently glanced at Yuse who was standing next to Yan Qingcheng.

Yan Qingcheng quickly glanced at the ground beside Mo Fengyi, and casually placed a piano. The quality of the piano seemed to be good, and he presumably was the one who played the piano just now.

However, for some reason, she always felt that Mo Fengyi's smile was weird, as if there was some ulterior secret between the two of them, Yan Qingcheng joked with a smile:
"The princess knows that she is beautiful, but she shouldn't let Mr. Mo stare at her so fascinated."

Mo Fengyi's smile became even weirder when he heard the words, Yan Qingcheng felt awkward, a white and red figure flashed inexplicably in his mind, and that jade-like chest...

Her eyeballs rolled around, and she quickly glanced at Mo Fengyi's chest.

Could it be that day——

Mo Fengyi got up, and Yuebai's robe was spotless and not wrinkled.

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he strolled up to Yan Qingcheng in a leisurely manner, and saluted without arrogance or humility. Yi actually loves lotus.

"Princess, Caomin, be polite."

Although Mo Fengyi has demoted himself to be a grassroots person, and his etiquette has not been slack in the slightest, but people feel that although he bows and knees, he does not have the slightest sense of lowliness and lowliness. It's like sitting on pins and needles.

Yan Qingcheng smiled cleverly, "Mr. Mo, why do you and I do this?"

She and Mo Fengyi, whether they are unfamiliar or not, or familiar or not, the relationship between her and Mo Fengyi is quite delicate, but it is not so polite.

Yan Qingcheng turned on her toes, bypassed Mo Fengyi, and came to the food table that had been set up under the eaves on her own. There were some non-seasonal fruits such as grapes, lychees, and peaches on it.

It is said that the Mo family in the imperial capital is as rich as an enemy country, and they really have what they want to eat.

She pulled Yuse to join her, sat cross-legged casually, handed a washed peach to Yuse, and picked a grape at random and ate it indiscriminately.

She was still thinking about Ruyu's chest that she pounced on like a wolf that day, it couldn't really be Mo Fengyi.

Thinking of this, her face flushed abnormally, which truthfully betrayed her pretended composure.

Mo Fengyi's phoenix eyes were like water, and he glanced at Yan Qingcheng's sitting posture in surprise, a lady in the imperial capital, how can she sit so casually in private?
His eyes turned to Yan Qingcheng's blushing face, and a smile flashed across his eyes. He turned back to the piano platform in the corridor, turned slightly sideways, sat on the floor, straightened his clothes, and then formally looked at Yan Qingcheng.

With a guilty conscience, Yan Qingcheng averted her eyes and pretended to appreciate the scenery in the yard.

At this time, a graceful maid came forward with a wine jug, poured a glass of wine for Yan Qingcheng, and poured another glass for Yuse, then put the wine jug by Yan Qingcheng's hand, and quietly retreated.

Yan Qingcheng smelled the aroma of wine, so she lowered her head and her eyes lit up.

this is not--

(End of this chapter)