V2.Chapter 123

Yan Beicheng stood quietly in the dark, looking at the reflection of the candle fire on the street, his delicate cheek with warm light, his eyes stopped at his tired eyebrows, and the Dark Phoenix eyes flashed a touch of heartache soundlessly.

He moved his steps, and the flowers on the street suddenly realized that there was someone in the house. His eyes were suddenly sharp, but when he saw the people coming, he immediately returned to calm. His voice was hard to soothe and hoarse because he was tired. "So late at night, why don't you have a rest? What are you doing here?"

Yan Beicheng didn't answer immediately. Instead, he suddenly stepped forward and picked her up. At the corner of his lips, he drew a smile of evil. "The princess has become more and more charming recently. Naturally, it is inevitable for me to come here."

As he spoke, he came to the bed with a stranger in his arms.

In his heart, he wanted to jump out of the bed.

Before she had time to react, Yan Beicheng had already sat by the bed, and her long hand touched her ankle.

On the street flower struggles not to open, can't help but sit up, one hand dead drags Yan Beicheng's sleeve, "yanbeicheng, you don't want to fool."

"Who told you I was going to be a fool?" Yan Beicheng's sword eyebrow picked it out in a funny way. Then, with her eyes down, she gently helped her to take off her shoes and socks. At the same time, she said, "my king is not as dirty as you think."

As soon as the shoes and socks fade away, the jade feet like lotus root will be exposed. However, the soft soles of the feet do not know when there are several blisters. It is quite eye-catching to go forward.

Mo Shang Hua was stunned by Yan Beicheng's words. He didn't even notice the coolness of his shoes and socks. He just stared at Yanbei city.

"The king's hand is light. If it hurts, you will shout it out." Yan Beicheng looked at the blisters on the feet of the flowers on the street. He twisted his brow deeply, and whispered a command. He carefully broke the blisters on her feet one by one. After wiping them with a handkerchief, she took out a round porcelain vase the size of a thumb from her waist. Her fingers were stained with cream, and carefully smeared them on the broken blisters.

After finishing these, he took off another shoe and sock of the flower on the street and repeated the action just now.

The flowers on the street have already returned to their senses, and their eyes are uncontrolled, staring at Yanbei city from beginning to end.

After walking for a day, she didn't find these blisters, and she didn't care. How could Yan Beicheng look so concerned.

I don't know if it is her illusion. She always feels that Yan Beicheng's deep eyes seem to have countless gentleness, but once you look at it carefully, it disappears like a bubble shadow, which makes her confused and never knows whether it is true or not.

"Why, I am fascinated by this king?" At the same time, Yan Beicheng did not know when to deal with her other foot, and her serious appearance disappeared completely, and her old dandy appearance was restored.

The ear lobes of the flowers on the street were slightly indistinguishable. He pulled the brocade quilt and retracted the jade foot into the brocade quilt and said, "I'm just thinking about something. If you're finished, go right away."

Yan Beicheng's delicate facial features immediately wrinkled together, and his face was full of grievances. "I just helped the princess deal with the injury. How can you bear to drive me away now?"

"It's almost daybreak. What else can you do here? You'd better go back and have a good sleep, so that you won't be energetic again tomorrow." The flower on the street stares at Yan Beicheng's face full of grievances. In his heart, he is actually a little bit softer than before. He turns his head on his side and opens his mouth deliberately with cold cheek.

"It's the same for me to sleep with the princess." With this, Yan Beicheng directly took off his shoes and socks, turned over to bed, pulled the brocade quilt on the flowers on the street, and wrapped himself in it.

The stranger flower body subconsciously shrinks toward the inside. Yan Beicheng lies directly on the bed with the trend, and holds her slender shoulder with good pride. "It's late. The princess goes to bed earlier."

Then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"You..."

When he reacted, he saw that Yan Beicheng had closed his eyes, and suddenly he was angry.

She stared at Yan Beicheng's sleeping face for a long time. She wanted to raise her hand and pinch his ear to wake him up.

But the fingertip just arrived at his earlobe, and his brain couldn't help crossing his appearance when he was just carefully helping himself with the medicine, and his fingertip suddenly stopped.

In the light of the burning candle, the scarlet and dazzling birthmark on Yan Beicheng's cheek, because of the other half of his face, only his three-dimensional and good-looking facial features can be seen in the sight of the stranger flower, which is as delicate and dazzling as the jade in a well-designed place, but the tiny frown of his brow seems to hide countless tiredness and suffering.

On the street flower heart can't help but a soft, can't help thinking, he has not slept so late, there are so many secrets behind him, in case, he is really just tired of spring.

So thinking, the flower on the street also took back his hand, carefully moved his long arm from his shoulder, and lay down with his back.

However, she just took Yan Beicheng's arm away. He turned over and put his long arm around her waist.Flowers on the street just want to attack, but listen to the even breath behind, the heart is finally collapsed, no action.

Even so, she said angrily, "you are such a deep thinker that you sleep very fast. It's strange and hateful."

So say two words, also do not see behind what movement, she also inexplicably sleepy down, slowly closed eyes to sleep.

It was not until the flowers on the street fell asleep. Yan Beicheng, who should have fallen asleep early after him, suddenly opened his eyes. The only thing reflected in his eyes was the endless dark color, which was extremely unpredictable and difficult to understand.

For a long time, he looked at the back of the head of the flower on the street. For a long time, he pulled the flower in his arms again, and then closed his eyes again and slept in the past.

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The next day

"this is Is it noon? " Flowers on the street rarely sleep to the sun, she looked at the warm sunshine outside, not low whisper out.

"Back to the princess, it's already noon." Seeing this, Qin Ya came over with a copper plate.

She wrung her veil and frowned. "I'm afraid the princess was so tired yesterday that she woke up so late today."

The flower on the street just woke up, and her mind was still a little flustered. She nodded at will. Then she seemed to think of something in general, and suddenly opened her mouth: "where is Yanbei city?"

"Lord?" Qin Ya's hand moves for a moment, then seems to think of something in general. She looks at the flowers on the street like a joke, purses her lips and laughs, "the princess is at ease. The prince didn't go out to look for flowers and willows today. Now he is having lunch."