Rank One Beast Concubine: Mistakenly Provoking the Evil King of Hell

Chapter 115 Those who come are not kind, but those who are kind don't come! 【7】

King Qi glanced at Nighthawk indifferently, reached out and picked up a porcelain bottle on the jade table, put it to his nose, took a deep breath, and a fresh fragrance, the herbal scent of elixir came to his nostrils.

Then, he poured the pills in the porcelain bottle into the palm of his hand, picked up one of them between his fingers, put it in front of the lamp, and looked at it carefully.

The elixir is orange-yellow, full of granules, perfectly round, without any impurities. This is a pure third-grade Fengxing elixir.

If this kind of pure elixir does not have the level of fifth-grade alchemy, it may be difficult to achieve this quality.

A gleam of light flashed in his black eyes, King Qi slightly opened his thin lips: "She is not something you can afford to suffer."

Ye Ying was obviously taken aback, although he knew that the prince would accept this person, but hearing that the prince cared about this person so much, and even warned himself, he felt very uncomfortable in every possible way.

"Yes." Although he was extremely unhappy, he still answered.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"My lord, your guest has arrived."

Yeying received King Qi's gaze, and responded to the outsider, "Be careful and wait on me, the Lord will be there later."

The person outside the door responded lightly and quickly backed away.

"Go, don't neglect this king's distinguished guest!" Qi Wang condensed his voice, and Nighthawk stepped forward, turned to the back of Qi Wang's wheelchair, and pushed the wheelchair out.

At this moment, Beitangling was sitting in a gazebo in Prince Qi's mansion, with melons, fruits and delicacies on the table, and beside her were two beautiful maids, holding heavy large fans to drive her away from the heat.

There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, and she calmly drank the high-quality rain tea. It is said that this kind of thing is only eligible to drink in the palace.

But she didn't want to, Beitangling couldn't help but want to laugh because she could drink this kind of precious tea today.

It seems that the crippled prince must have something to say today, and it is not an ordinary matter, otherwise he would not have treated him so generously.

When King Qi arrived, he saw people sitting in the gazebo from a distance.

Although her face was unfamiliar, he still recognized her.

He didn't know if it was the afterglow of the moonlight or her innate temperament, but when he saw her body, there was actually a thin layer of mist covering her.

"Master." Nighthawk reminded in a low voice, King Qi turned his eyes away, looked away, waved lightly, signaling to move on.

"My lord, the lord is here." The maid reminded her in a low voice, Beitang responded with a faint smile, got up, and saw King Qi and Yeying.

The maids behind Beitangling of the Qi Dynasty waved their hands, and the two maids bowed before bowing and leaving.

"Sit down!" King Qi said calmly, Bei Tangling didn't thank her, just sat down, picked up the tea bowl in front of her, and poured herself a drink, as if she didn't shy away from the guests at all.

Seeing this scene, the corner of King Qi's mouth raised a slight arc, "How does this tea taste?"

"Not bad!" Beitangling nodded, sincerely appreciating.

"Compared with Qinghe tea from Donghuang Kingdom, which one do you think is better?" King Qi asked suddenly.

Bei Tangling was slightly taken aback, her pupils flickered with a hint of sarcasm, she quickly concealed it, met King Qi's eyes, and smiled slightly: "The two kinds of tea have their own merits."

"Neither praise anyone nor derogate anyone, it really is an excellent answer." Qi Wang said lightly, without any emotion.

Beitang Ling was fine on the surface, but she was shocked in her heart. This Qinghe tea is a specialty of Donghuang Kingdom, and it is also the favorite tea in Beitang Mansion. Although this tea is not as sweet as Yulu tea, it is also slightly astringent. An endless aftertaste.

(End of this chapter)