The Queen of Charm

Chapter 640 Obedient Dream Allure
Then she used rouge to paint her eyes very similar to Meng Qingcheng's eyes, deeply portraying her phoenix eyes as peach blossom eyes.Immediately, he covered his face with a veil, and looked at himself in the bronze mirror, which was [-]% similar to Meng Qingcheng.

But she doesn't have the innate melancholy temperament of Meng Qingcheng.

Then wrap Meng Qingcheng well, and put him on the beam of the roof first.

After looking at his face a few more times, this was the first time she had looked at Meng Qingcheng carefully.

The face is like the moon of Mid-Autumn Festival, the flowers of spring dawn, the temples are cut like knives, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the face is like peach petals, and the eyes are like autumn waves.Because his outline is relatively feminine, there is nothing suspicious about dressing up as a woman.

No wonder he is often veiled.

"Take a good rest. I need to pretend to be you. During this time, you will treat it as a dream."

Her appearance is impossible, but because she appeared this time, she wanted to disturb Ling Xuanyi's mind and not care about government affairs, so it would help her revenge plan.Now her power is able to fight against Feng Kingdom, but there is no rush, she wants to see how Ling Xuanyi degenerates step by step.

Flying down gently, she looked at Meng Qingcheng again, then turned and walked out the door.

The court ladies all saluted without any suspicion.

Ling Zihan looked outside the courtyard, the guards were all guarding there, looking here from time to time.It seemed that they didn't cry when they saw the coffin, and Ling Zihan didn't bother to care about them, they did whatever they wanted.

"Benfei wants to rest, you lead the way first!" She imitated Meng Qingcheng's words and commanded.

Although the maid was strange, she still took Ling Zihan to the attic honestly.

Between seven turns and eight turns, on the second floor, the maid said in a low voice, "Prince Concubine, I've arrived, you go in and have a good rest."

Ling Zihan responded softly, turned around and entered the door.

As soon as he came in, there was a faint fragrance at the tip of his nose.

It was a refreshing fragrance, but Ling Zihan noticed that there were many flower pots in this room, and there were various plants on them, but they were not flowers either.

At this time, the calm and scary surface in the courtyard also made her relax a lot.

Think about it, in the dark night, she still moved Meng Qingcheng back to the beam of the roof, there was no guarantee that he would wake up and not fall to the ground.

As the night progressed, the palace was brightly lit, and those people were outside, showing no sign of leaving.

Ling Zihan looked out of the window, frowning slightly, it seems that these guys have decided this place.Now I am afraid that there are many hidden guards stationed at the gate of the palace, if she goes out rashly, there is no guarantee that she will not be caught.

In the calm situation in the palace, there is always a little uneasiness.

As the night approached, Ling Zihan turned over and left the room.

Bypassing the guards, he walked lightly into the bath.

At this time, Meng Qingcheng had already woken up, her whole body was in a vacuum state, shivering from the cold.When seeing Ling Zihan, the peach blossom eyes shrank suddenly, and then enlarged, revealing a bit of surprise, but at the same time seemed to understand and doubt.

But he watched Ling Zihan calmly, met her gaze, and still didn't say a word.

She took him down from the roof beam, and handed him his clothes, "Put on."

After leaving two words, she turned around, turned her back to him, and looked at the crescent moon outside the house.

Meng Qingcheng gave her a strange look, but when she saw the clothes, she was a little surprised.But he didn't say much, and changed his clothes obediently.When he came out, he looked at her complicatedly.

"You, why do you want to pretend to be me? You don't want to expose me?" This was the first time he spoke, but it didn't sound like an ordinary woman's voice, but a rich man's low voice, with complicated brows.

(End of this chapter)