Unparalleled Concubine: The lord is kneeling

For a moment, Xue Li looked away.

"You all leave."

"Yes."

The palace people in the courtyard filed out, and after a while, only Xue Li and Feng Jin were left in the huge courtyard.

Only then did Xue Li pick up his feet and walk towards Feng Jin.

There was a stone table under the osmanthus tree with four stone piers. Xue Li walked to one of the stone piers and sat down.

After Feng Jin cast a glance at her, he brushed off the sweet-scented osmanthus on his body, and sat down opposite Xue Li.

"What kind of tea do you drink?" Feng Jin looked at Xue Li.

Xue Li shook his head, "Whatever I want, any tea is fine."

Feng Jin smiled, turned around and gave orders, "Come here, serve tea."

Soon, a small palace servant brought over the freshly brewed hot tea on a mahogany tray.

Xue Li looked at Feng Jin's slender white fingers holding the blue official kiln teacup, the corners of his thin lips sank slightly, and a kind of Lingli that could not be ignored was born so naturally.

After taking a sip, Feng Jin put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Xue Li, and after pondering for a while, asked lightly: "Did you come to see me for something? Or..." The corners of his lips suddenly raised a tinge of joy. Curved, looking aggressively at Xue Li, he asked word by word: "Or, Nangong Liuxiang is dying soon?"

Xue Li frowned, and raised his eyes to look at Feng Jin, but when his eyes fell on Feng Jin's temples slightly stained with white frost, Xue Li's slightly frowned brows suddenly relaxed.

"Everyone is going to die, it's just that they die in different ways. What are you happy about?" After a moment of silence, Xue Li smiled mockingly, and said lightly: "Duke, you should know that sometimes death is actually a kind of death." A luxury. Isn't it?"

The smile on the corners of Feng Jin's lips froze, and an indescribable sadness gradually pervaded in his black eyes.

Yes, sometimes, death is indeed a luxury!

"You came to me just to say these things to me?"

"of course not."

"That is……"

Xue Li smiled, and looked up at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree above his head. The small golden flowers were trembling in the breeze, falling down profusely like a rain of flowers.In an instant, one's heart softened like a pool of spring water!

"I want to ask the Duke to help me invite someone to come to the imperial capital."

"Invite someone?" Feng Jin was stunned for a moment, and when Dang even understood, the corners of his lips became more sneering, "Who are you inviting?"

"Quiet Long!"

"Hahaha……"

Feng Jin suddenly let out a long laugh.

Xue Li looked at Feng Jin who was laughing wantonly, and didn't make a sound to stop her. She even picked up the tea cup in front of her, took a sip, and said good tea.

After the laughter stopped, Feng Jin looked at Xue Li with madness in his black eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Xue Li, you have found the wrong person. I am afraid that there is no one in the whole world who wants Nangong Liuxiang more than me." dead."

"I know." Xue Li nodded, put down the teacup in his hand, looked up at Feng Jin who was described as crazy, and said calmly: "However, I have to tell you one thing."

"what's up?"

Xue Li suddenly parted his lips into a gentle smile, and said softly: "If he is dead, then everyone will be dead!"

Feng Jin's eyes suddenly focused, and he stared at Xue Li as sharply as a knife.

"What do you mean?"

"It means, you, your mother, your son, your faction, you... all should be buried for him!"

"You are crazy!"

Feng Jin was stunned for a moment, and let out a short and convulsive breath, but when he met Xue Li's calm and composed face, he suddenly froze in place as if he had taken root.

"This... is this Nangong Liuxiang's meaning?" Xue Li looked away after only a moment.

"You all leave."

"Yes."

The palace people in the courtyard filed out, and after a while, only Xue Li and Feng Jin were left in the huge courtyard.

Only then did Xue Li pick up his feet and walk towards Feng Jin.

There was a stone table under the osmanthus tree with four stone piers. Xue Li walked to one of the stone piers and sat down.

After Feng Jin cast a glance at her, he brushed off the sweet-scented osmanthus on his body, and sat down opposite Xue Li.

"What kind of tea do you drink?" Feng Jin looked at Xue Li.

Xue Li shook his head, "Whatever I want, any tea is fine."

Feng Jin smiled, turned around and gave orders, "Come here, serve tea."

Soon, a small palace servant brought over the freshly brewed hot tea on a mahogany tray.

Xue Li looked at Feng Jin's slender white fingers holding the blue official kiln teacup, the corners of his thin lips sank slightly, and a kind of Lingli that could not be ignored was born so naturally.

After taking a sip, Feng Jin put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Xue Li, and after pondering for a while, asked lightly: "Did you come to see me for something? Or..." The corners of his lips suddenly raised a tinge of joy. Curved, looking aggressively at Xue Li, he asked word by word: "Or, Nangong Liuxiang is dying soon?"

Xue Li frowned, and raised his eyes to look at Feng Jin, but when his eyes fell on Feng Jin's temples slightly stained with white frost, Xue Li's slightly frowned brows suddenly relaxed.

"Everyone is going to die, it's just that they die in different ways. What are you happy about?" After a moment of silence, Xue Li smiled mockingly, and said lightly: "Duke, you should know that sometimes death is actually a kind of death." A luxury. Isn't it?"

The smile on the corners of Feng Jin's lips froze, and an indescribable sadness gradually pervaded in his black eyes.

Yes, sometimes, death is indeed a luxury!

"You came to me just to say these things to me?"

"of course not."

"That is……"

Xue Li smiled, and looked up at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree above his head. The small golden flowers were trembling in the breeze, falling down profusely like a rain of flowers.In an instant, one's heart softened like a pool of spring water!

"I want to ask the Duke to help me invite someone to come to the imperial capital."

"Invite someone?" Feng Jin was stunned for a moment, and when Dang even understood, the corners of his lips became more sneering, "Who are you inviting?"

"Quiet Long!"

"Hahaha……"

Feng Jin suddenly let out a long laugh.

Xue Li looked at Feng Jin who was laughing wantonly, and didn't make a sound to stop her. She even picked up the tea cup in front of her, took a sip, and said good tea.

After the laughter stopped, Feng Jin looked at Xue Li with madness in his black eyes, and said in a cold voice: "Xue Li, you have found the wrong person. I am afraid that there is no one in the whole world who wants Nangong Liuxiang more than me." dead."

"I know." Xue Li nodded, put down the teacup in his hand, looked up at Feng Jin who was described as crazy, and said calmly: "However, I have to tell you one thing."

"what's up?"

Xue Li suddenly parted his lips into a gentle smile, and said softly: "If he is dead, then everyone will be dead!"

Feng Jin's eyes suddenly focused, and he stared at Xue Li as sharply as a knife.

"What do you mean?"

"It means, you, your mother, your son, your faction, you... all should be buried for him!"

"You are crazy!"

Feng Jin was stunned for a moment, and let out a short and convulsive breath, but when he met Xue Li's calm and composed face, he suddenly froze in place as if he had taken root.

"This... is this Nangong Liuxiang's meaning?"