Xie Zun prefers Concubine Leng Ao

Chapter 81

Jun Qianluo finally understands that she only ordered clothes for the Empress Dowager’s birthday banquet. Anyway, don’t waste anything that doesn’t cost money. It just so happened that she didn’t have decent clothes when she crossed over, and she didn’t know what kind of ancient clothes would be more suitable for her. .

This time it's all right, she doesn't have to worry about it at all, the tailors have all been brought in, and she simply processed a few more sets.

Even though he was a trembling tailor, he was very nimble. He quickly measured the size and was very careful, without even asking a question.

If the tailor knew what Jun Qianluo was thinking, he would have wailed a long time ago, "There are several tailors like her, and this is the first time she has come to the palace that everyone respects. How dare she look up and say a word."

After measuring the size, Yifeng immediately sent the person out of the palace.

Jun Qianluo finished her medicinal meal quickly, went back to her room and fiddled a bit more, then walked away, and Wan'er quickly followed her.

"Miss, you don't need to leave in such a hurry, the prince has already ordered someone to prepare the carriage and send it back to the general's mansion directly." The little maid trotted after her.

"We don't take a carriage. We go shopping and walk back to the General's Mansion." Jun Qianluo pulled the ancient clothes on her body, and it was too troublesome to wear them. She really wanted to sew a few sets of modern clothes, but the facts proved absolutely impossible.

The autumn wind is blowing, facing the warm sunshine in the afternoon, the beauty is intoxicating.

Jun Qianluo walked out of the gate of the palace, opened her arms, took a deep breath, and the spiritual energy in the air was sucked into the body, immediately nourishing the heart and spleen, and the pores of the whole body seemed to be refreshed.

What a cultivator needs most is to be close to nature. Only by absorbing the essence of heaven and earth can one's power become more pure.The spiritual energy in the morning and evening is the purest, and most practitioners choose to practice in these two stages of the day.

The streets of the imperial capital seem to always be so lively, the crowds coming and going are either leisurely, in a hurry, or in joy, but they are not like Jun Qianluo and Wan'er, like a bird that has just been released from a cage, and their hearts are full of joy. , I am happy and willful.

Different from the bustle and bustle on the street, Feng Juechen stood with his hands behind his back on the top of the triple hall quietly, as if isolated from the world.

The wind, blowing faintly, raised his black hair, flying randomly, and his dark blue robe fluttered wantonly.

He just watched Jun Qianluo pass by the carriage and disappeared into the crowd, his handsome eyebrows frowned.The little man in the air is happy to linger around the scenery on both sides of the street.

Jun Qianluo felt something strange and looked back, just in time to see the wind of the king standing on the top of the hall, and so far, this glimpse can no longer be lingering in his mind.

Please forgive her for being a face control, superficial face control!
"Young master?" Wan'er's voice pulled back Jun Qianluo's gaze, and she let out a long breath, scolding herself for being worthless.

"Hehe, let's go, don't waste such a good time, go shopping, we can buy whatever we like." Jun Qianluo shook his head, gave a wry smile, put aside the wild thoughts in his head, and quickened his pace.

On the top of the triple hall, Feng Juechen's blue eyes were delighted, he turned and landed on the ground, and said to the air, "Yun Huan, protect her secretly."

"Yes, Lord." His voice was heard, but his person was not seen, but the air in front of the hall was clearly distorted for a moment.

Bing Ziyu walked over slowly, smiling meaningfully, "Hehe, your iceberg has started to melt slowly."

Feng Juechen glanced at him lightly with his blue eyes, "I just have something to discuss with you."

"Huh? Let me guess, could it be about that girl?" Bing Ziyu laughed harder, and finally raised her eyebrows at Feng Juechen.

"It's getting more and more unscrupulous." Feng Juechen entered the hall after he said coldly.

Bing Ziyu, "...It's so annoying, why am I not serious?"

(End of this chapter)