The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

If it was possible, she really didn't want to step into this Prince Yun's mansion!

Yun Zheng saw Lin Qingran pouring a wine pot, his brows furrowed in displeasure, his expression remained unchanged, and he said thoughtfully, "Xiaoran, do you need my help?"

"En!" Lin Qingran responded lightly, and the depression in her heart became more and more intense. She wanted to draw a line with Yun Zheng in her heart, but when she turned around, she wanted to beg him again. Lin Qingyue is a good child, their mother and daughter have never harmed her in their previous lives, and they are considered as one of the few gentle people, otherwise she would leave no matter what she said this time.

Because of depression, Lin Qingran poured the wine more and more quickly, and in the blink of an eye, a pot of Immortal Drunk entered Lin Qingran's stomach.

However, Lin Qingran seemed to be extremely unsatisfied, she shook the empty jug back and forth, then raised the jug high, poured it down, and poured the last drop or two from the bottom of the jug into her mouth , She didn't put down the flagon in her hand until there was no more drop out of the flagon.

"Yunzheng, you said you would be kind to me, right?" Her voice added a softness, like a feather flitting across Yunzheng's heart, tickling her heart and lungs.

"I said it." The light in Yun Zheng's eyes sparkled again.

"Then give me the Immortal Drunk of Ten Altars." When she said this, she licked the corners of her lips with a look of unfinished thought.

Give her ten altars of immortal drunkenness?

Yun Zheng's head suddenly turned black, did she feel that she wasn't in the limelight enough?At this time, let him give her ten altars of immortal drunkenness?

Her mind shook for a while, and her thoughts changed again. Lin Qingran said softly, "Twenty altars!"

"What?" Yun Zheng was taken aback.

"Thirty altars!" Lin Qingran's voice sounded again.

"Ten altars are ten altars." What a torture, Yun Zheng realized for the first time that he was so helpless.

"Forty altars!" Lin Qingran was still adding more, making it clear that as long as Yun Zheng hesitated, she would add more.

God, if you call her down again, even if his wine cellar is emptied, he still won't be able to get so many immortal drunks.

Frowning slightly, she glanced at Lin Qingran, her eyes frowning deeply: "Forty altars are forty altars!"

"Send it tomorrow." Lin Qingran frowned slightly, looking into Yun Zheng's eyes, very satisfied with his knowledge of current affairs.

After Yun Zheng took a deep look at Lin Qingran, he nodded with a smile in his eyes: "Okay, I'll take someone there tomorrow."

"This guqin will also be sent there." Lin Qingran remembered that in her previous life, this Fengjiao guqin was given to her by Yun Zheng.

He was the only source of warmth in her previous life, and this Guqin used to accompany her, playing various dirges over and over again in the lonely late night, seeing him now, it feels kind of cordial.

Yun Zheng was startled, she didn't expect that Lin Qingran would beg for things as soon as she spoke, which really didn't suit her temperament.

Gold Wing and Silver Wing looked at each other even more, this Second Miss Lin's behavior was really weird, no one would go out as a guest and ask for things directly, and this Fengjiao Guqin was an ancient Guqin with immeasurable value, look at Second Miss Lin's It doesn't look like he doesn't know the value of Fengjiao Guqin.

But, since she knew it, why did she dare to say this, and she was not afraid that the prince would not allow it and lose face?

Suddenly, Lin Qingran's sense of confusion became stronger again.

After Yun Zheng came back to his senses, his phoenix eyes turned, he looked at Lin Qingran meaningfully, and suddenly smiled and said, "Why don't you take me back by the way!"

Lin Qingran laughed: "It's so good!" After finishing speaking, she said to Zhiqin who was beside her: "Why don't you pack King Yun and bring him back to the residence?"