A prostitute is about to turn over

Chapter 57
Look, who is sitting under the bodhi tree, counting the falling flowers in reincarnation season after season.Soft whispers, rustling sighs, gurgling lovesickness, charming the rouge and coquettish youth.Listen, who is playing a melancholy string lightly among the three thousand worlds of mortals.Who is it again, intoxicated in the misty rain and the world of mortals, writing the wind, flowers, snow and moon in the world with the fragrance of ink, a Tang poem, a Song song, and a flute sound, rippling the nostalgia of the past and the present.

"My lord said that you will be my concubine." Xue Moyan looked at her with burning eyes, and made no secret of her desire for her.

Yu Ling looked back at him, her eyes were full of clarity, she said nonchalantly: "Then did I say that I have no interest in the chair of the princess?" That is undoubtedly asking for trouble for himself. I am afraid that there are countless women who like him. If she gets involved with him, she may not have a peaceful day in her whole life.

She is just a small person who just wants to live a prosperous and comfortable life, and has no interest in power struggles or favors within the walls.

Xue Moyan approached her affectionately: "You will be interested, I promise"

Under the moonlight, he was as handsome as Zeus, with sparkling eyes, as if he had true feelings.

For a moment, she was in a trance. Are you sure the person in front of you is not the person in the painting?

"Pay attention to your image, you can't help but drool when you see this unparalleled handsome king? Why don't you stop pretending to be reserved and follow this king."

Seeing Xue Moyan with a smirk on her face, Yu Ling quickly shook her head, cursing herself, why did she suddenly go into a trance.

You must not provoke this monster in front of you.

"Report—" The voice of the soldier came from outside the account, which seemed to be in a hurry.

Xue Moyan immediately put away the relaxed smile on his face, his handsome face was covered with frost, and he called the people outside the tent to come in in a deep voice.

This is in the barracks, and the voices of the people outside the tent are urgent, presumably there is an urgent military report.

Yu Lingzhi retreated to the side in practice, casually flipping through the books of war placed on the table.

A young man in a soldier's uniform walked quickly into the camp.

Seeing a strange figure from behind in the tent, he was slightly taken aback, and closed his mouth that he wanted to open.

Xue Moyan nodded at him, and said in a deep voice, "Wufang, just tell me."

With the approval of His Highness, the man spoke again: "Commander, the black-clothed army attacked our southern camp and lost [-] soldiers. Two tents were burned, and eight horses were killed or injured."

(End of this chapter)