Chapter 262

Another fireworks burst into the sky outside, with a violent scream. It seemed as if it was in his ear. Mo Xuetong recovered some Qingming in his eyes, hung his head and pushed away Feng Jue ran, biting his lips. For a moment, he didn't know how to face it.

"Why are you so ashamed? Anyway, we are almost unmarried couples. What are you afraid of!" Feng Jue ran raised her eyebrows, looked at her dark hair and smiled.

"Your Highness!" Mo Xue's pupil flushed and bit his tongue with a time difference. When did he have a relationship with him as an unmarried husband and wife? The eight characters haven't been forgotten yet. He took it for granted in his mouth. For a moment, there was a layer of fog in his eyes. He wanted to say something about the scene, but he couldn't say a word for a moment.

"OK, OK, I'm wrong. I'll show you something good." Feng Jue ran smiled enchanting, turned sideways to open the way, pointed to a curtain separating the inner room, and looked like a treasure offering, "come and have a look."

The curtain seems to be in the pattern of Huansha. The patterns are exquisite. There are red plum blossoms on the plain white brocade surface. Mo Xuetong didn't pay attention to it just now. When he looked carefully, he found that such materials and colors are extremely gorgeous even when making clothes, but he didn't know why he used them as a curtain.

"Did you find anything?"

Mo Xuetong looked for a while and said sincerely, "it's really beautiful. It's a pity to make such a beautiful curtain with such a beautiful material."

Sure enough, they have money to burn. They use such beautiful and luxurious materials as curtains.

"Can't you see clearly?" Feng Jue Ran's handsome face collapsed and looked devastated. He pointed to the curtain and pulled her closer to have a closer look.

Looking closely, the ink snow pupil found that it was somewhat different from what he had just seen. The color seemed to change with the change of light. It just looked like a light white, glittering and moist color. At this time, it seemed that there was some light blue of sea water recently, showing a glittering and translucent wave like color.

"It will change color. It's so beautiful." Mo Xuetong praised again sincerely.

"You women can only see the color. Come in." Feng Jue ran looked at her with a smile, took her hand and lifted the curtain into it.

"It looks so clear inside?" Moxue Tong stared at the clear outer room in front of him as if there was no curtain, and widened his water eyes and didn't know why.

"Of course, this is the only piece of material I can find that can be used as a curtain. If I sit inside, I can see clearly what people outside say and do." Feng Jue ran smiled proudly and took her to sit down on one side of the couch. Unexpectedly, there was only one couch in the room, beside which was a big table of thick nanmu.

There is a picture of water and mountains on the wall. There are hidden tigers haunting the mountains and forests.

Mo Xuetong's attention finally fell back to the curtain. The water eyes turned leisurely. Suddenly, he said with a smile: "if you sit here, can't people outside see clearly, but you can see very clearly?"

Just now, she didn't notice the clarity inside. It's estimated that she only vaguely felt that she was in a personal shape. People sitting outside would never think that the curtain was so different. If someone made some small moves when saying something, she could see it clearly.

Of course, she wouldn't think that Feng Jue dye was just a superficial picture for fun. The special function of this curtain is destined to be used on the edge of the knife.

She smiled. For example, she took it easy. She turned her head and looked at him twice. She asked, "Lord, who do you want to see today?"

It's not like pulling her into the curtain just for her appreciation.

Feng Jue ran narrowed her eyes slightly. Her handsome eyes were like peach blossoms in March. She reached out to pick up the kettle on the table, poured a cup of tea, handed it to her and said with a smile: "tong'er is really smart. An unexpected person will come and see if he wants to see it together."

"No." Mo Xuetong readily refused. Seeing that he smiled so evil, he knew it was bad.

"If you don't want to say it earlier, it's too late." Feng Jue ran smiled and sat down beside the couch, leaning back at will and lazily supporting his head.

Earlier, didn't you just come! How early is it.

Mo Xuetong was stunned and wanted to speak. There was a knock at the door. Someone was asking, "Lord, Miss Ling, please see me!"

Ling Fengyan? Mo Xuetong completely shut up and didn't know what to say.

"Come in!" Feng Jue dyed a faint way.

"Yes."

The door opened slowly. Ling Fengyan, dressed in a light blue skirt, appeared at the door. She was wearing a chest length skirt, pigment skirt, slender waist and jade pendant. She walked around with Ding Dong, crisp and pleasant, but there was some embarrassment between the description. There was still some dust on her white face.

Several of the neatly combed hair fell below, the maid holding her trembled, and there were several stains on her skirt.

Was it a robbery or something! Mo Xuetong looked back at Feng Jue ran and saw that he just raised his handsome eyebrow. His fingers reached out quietly and held her hand.

As soon as Mo Xuetong stared, he wanted to get rid of his hand, but he pointed out, raised his fingers at his mouth and made a forbidden action. Thinking that there was Lingfeng smoke outside, Mo Xuetong really didn't dare to move. He pinched him with his backhand, but he only made a painful suit with his eyebrows and eyes. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

I really don't know whether he is nervous or doesn't care.

But he dared to play like this, but she didn't dare. Seeing that he didn't let go, she twisted his slender little finger and pinched it hard.

"Fengyan, please see your highness King Xuan. Thank you, your highness King Xuan." Ling Fengyan held the maid and bowed down slowly. Although she was embarrassed, she still maintained the style of a young lady.

"Where does Miss Ling Er go and do what? Isn't it with the man..." Feng Jue ran holds Mo Xuetong's hand and lets her pinch her, with a smile on her face, as if she didn't know the pain at all. This is what she said to Ling Fengyan.

"Your Highness, how can you say that? How can Fengyan do such things?" Ling Fengyan's face suddenly turned red and wept a little wronged.

She was really unlucky today. She took the maid to the street to watch the lights. Halfway down the road, she suddenly found that the king of Yan was in front of her. Since the incident happened on New Year's Eve, Feng Juelei, the king of Yan, ignored her. Sometimes when Feng Juelei went to Dingguo government, Ling Fengyan deliberately bumped into her face to face. Feng Juelei was just light and polite.

Completely alienated from her.

No longer like the intimacy before, Ling Fengyan knew that Feng Jue Lei was angry. When she made such a scene that day, it was not only her that lost face, but also Feng Jue Lei. In the past, Feng Jue Lei told her again and again that she would marry her as his princess. At that time, she was shy and acquiesced.

Now the queen has put such a big oolong, Feng Juelei thought it was a coincidence.

She must follow the trend and explain clearly to Juelei.

So when she saw him, she ran after him with her maid.

Feng Juelei in front walked very fast. She crowded into the crowd with people for several times and almost lost.

Finally, he saw that Feng Juelei turned into a small alley, and Ling Fengyan followed him in. However, he saw that he entered a courtyard door on the side and closed the door.

The gate of the road seeking courtyard is not the back door of any residence. The ordinary courtyard wall and ordinary house only seem to be an ordinary family. There are tens of thousands of households in the capital like this kind of universal energy. Why did Feng Juelei go to such a place? Ling Fengyan stood outside the door in amazement, and remembered that Feng Juelei was honored by the king of Yan. He was the only one who came in and out at ordinary times.

It's weird.

If he missed today, there will be many people around him. If he has something to say, he can't make it clear to his face.

So ling Fengyan decided to wait for him here.

When a cup of tea was around, the courtyard door opened with a squeak, and Feng Juelei walked out with his head down.

"Your Highness." When he came to lingfengyan, lingfengyan said softly.

"You are..." a completely strange voice, with some Lingli.

Ling Fengyan's eyes widened in horror. The light in the dark was not strong. She only found that the outline of the man was vaguely similar to the appearance of Yan King Qingjun, but it was not him. Between the lightning and sparks, she suddenly thought of something, fiercely pushed away the maid's hand and rushed to the street outside. Behind her, the maid fell to the ground and there was a sound of footsteps. The man unexpectedly came after her, The dim light at the entrance of the alley is right in front of him, but Ling Fengyan also feels that the people behind him are getting closer and closer.

She seemed to feel the breath of death behind her.

She didn't dare and couldn't turn back, so she had to rush out in front. She didn't expect that the person who just entered was not Feng Juelei. It was strange that he looked mysterious. She had seen that person a few years ago, but because of the Empress Dowager's reason, she had a good relationship with the government of Dingguo and knew him, but didn't he be in the state of Yan!

But this time is not the time to ask this. Ling Fengyan knows that if it falls on him this time, he may lose his life.

As a proton, his presence here must be unknown.

"Miss Ling?" A figure appeared at the entrance of the alley. It seemed to find her and asked hesitantly.

"It's me." Lingfeng Yanji Road.

"Why did you come? Our Lord has been waiting for you for a long time." The people over there are slightly unhappy, but the most unhappy is better than losing their lives.

Ling Fengyan almost subconsciously said, "let the Lord wait a moment, I'll be there in a minute." What jumped out of her mind now was Yan Wang Feng Juelei.

The footsteps behind her slowed down slightly. When she saw the bright lights on the street, Ling Fengyan felt that she had come back to life again.

"Aren't you Miss Ling?" A voice of amazement rang in my ears.

"I am." Ling Fengyan gasped and held the wall.

"Miss Ling ya'er of zuihua building?" The voice hesitated again and asked, not believing it.

Drunken flower building? What's that place, brothel? Ling Fengyan looked up fiercely and found that what he saw was a bodyguard, who was not familiar to him, not Feng Juelei.

It turned out that Feng Juelei didn't come to her. It's just a matter of bad luck. His Highness the dissolute King Xuan is dating the Huakui of the drunken flower building here.

In this way, a wonderful misunderstanding arises under the guidance of intentional people!