Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 306 Do You Like Me?

This touch of emotion was well hidden by the man, and then the man squinted his peach blossom eyes and looked at the woman beside him and said, "It's okay, let's go, everyone in Gulan's mansion was taken away by the king's people, the man in the mansion No one, please help me take care of Gu Lan's injuries this time, Jue Rong."

Jue Rong's ordinary face was as deep as ever, and he nodded in response, "Yes."

Then the two walked in the direction of Ye Fu.

In the blink of an eye, Li Mie and Fan Qingtian had returned to Crouching Dragon Palace.

He took out the things that Fan Qingtian bought in the Nawu space, put them on the table, looked at Fan Qingtian with quiet eyes and said lightly, "I didn't eat anything at night, you should rest early after eating this pastry." .”

Li Mie unpacked the pastry for Fan Qingtian very smoothly, and the fragrance of the pastry immediately permeated the air.

Seeing that Li Mie was still so caring to help him unpack the pastry, Fan Qingtian looked at Li Mie inexplicably, a dark light flashed in his eyes, Fan Qingtian rolled his fingers around a strand of black hair on his chest, and suddenly blurted out and asked, " Are you really in love with me?"

Hearing Fan Qingtian's question, Li Mie unhurriedly turned his head to look at Fan Qingtian, who was pretending to be charming, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "I'm hopeful."

And hearing Li Mie's answer, Fan Qingtian breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hands behind his back, Fan Qingtian returned to normal again, walked towards the table, gently waved to Li Mie, "It's getting late, Pavilion Master Li Mie should not seduce this king, go back and rest quickly."

Fan Qingtian is really worried that Li Mie will say that he likes her, because Li Mie is too difficult to deal with, and Fan Qingtian wants to have a deadlock with Li Mie immediately, at least until Li Mie reveals the news of Shu Li Jian to her. she.

"Heh." Smiled lightly, the laughter lingered in the air and hadn't dissipated, Li Mie's figure had disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Seeing that Li Mie finally left, Fan Qingtian sighed quietly, and murmured, "Getting along with Li Mie is really stressful. For the first time, I feel that fighting wits is a very painful thing."

Twisting the pastry on the table, Fan Qingtian put the pastry into his mouth, the fragrance, sweet but not greasy sweet-scented osmanthus taste in his mouth.

The fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus could not help calming Fan Qingtian's gloomy mood at the moment.

After swallowing the pastry, Fan Qingtian immediately changed into men's clothes and called Bu Hai over.

"Your Majesty, you are finally back, how are things going?" Bu Hai asked curiously with a smile while helping Fan Qingtian hang his back.

"Well, Eunuch Hai, send all these things to Ziyuan." Fan Qingtian said softly after taking a sip of tea.

"It's the king." Bu Hai responded with a smile on his face.

Putting the teacup in his hand on the table, Fan Qingtian looked at the remaining pastry, "This pastry is not bad, I will give you the rest, go and get me some bath water."

"Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty, wait a moment, this old slave will do it now." Bu Hai let go of the hand that hammered Fan Qingtian's shoulder and smiled.

With a wave of his hand, Fan Qingtian stood up from the table, walked directly to the side of the bed and sat down.

Bu Hai immediately left with pastries and messy things on the table, and immediately ordered someone to replace the bathing pool behind the Fan Qingtian screen with hot water.

Soaking in the bath, Fan Qingtian closed his eyes and recalled what happened today, the corners of his mouth deepened slightly.

After washing away the dust and fatigue of the day, Fan Qingtian had just put on his inner robe and sat on the edge of the bed, Bu Hai walked to the door of Fan Qingtian's room lightly with satin, and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Fan Qingtian's wet hair fell in front of him, and he sat on the edge of the bed very lazily.

The icy skin on the neck and collarbone that could not be covered by the inner robe was covered with drops of water, flowing with a faint luster, adding to Fan Qingtian's evil temptation at this moment.

Walking in through the door, Duanqing saw the lazy and charming look of Fan Qingtian sitting in front of the bed, her throat tightened involuntarily, and Fan Qingtian in women's clothing today echoed in her mind.

Looking at Duan Qing who was standing in front of the door blankly, Fan Qingtian raised his eyebrows slightly, a light flashed in his eyes, and said lightly, "Din Qing, what are you doing here?"

Hearing Fan Qingtian's voice, Duanqing came back to her senses, her eyes were full of tenderness, she quickly half-kneeled on the ground, raised the tray holding the stewing pot in her hand to the height of her forehead and said, "Wang Come on, Duanqing brings you supper."

Bu Hai at the side said with a smile, "Your Majesty, Mr. Duanqing is so kind, you are eating something."

After a pause, Buhai looked at Fan Qingtian's wet hair, and said with a trace of complaint on his face, "Your Majesty, I see why you don't take good care of yourself, this hair is still wet, old slave dry you."

As Buhai's words fell, Duanqing immediately said, "Eunuch Buhai should let Duanqing dry the king's hair."

Hearing Duanqing's words, Buhai naturally had no objection. He looked at Fan Qingtian with a smile and said, "Your Majesty, this old slave also has some things to deal with, so let Mr. Duanqing help you."

Quietly listening to the conversation between Duanqing and Buhai, Fan Qingtian vaguely felt a headache.

After a long silence, Fan Qingtian finally spoke, "Get up, just put the things on the table."

Hearing Fan Qingtian's words, Duanqing got up with a happy face, and quickly placed the tray in his hand with the stewing pot, bowls and chopsticks in front of the table.

Immediately opened the stew pot, satin lightly put everything in the bowl, and smiled at Fan Qingtian, "Your Majesty, today's stew pot is called Xuelianzhen, boiled snow into water, and then put figs, jackfruit , lotus root and other more than a dozen kinds of fruits are stewed, and it has the effect of warming the stomach and dispelling the cold, so drink it while it's hot, Your Majesty."

The stew pot that satin lightly touches every time is not repeated, and the taste is very good and very special. Once you eat it, you will never forget it.

Pursing his lips, Fan Qingtian stood up from the bed, walked to the table and sat down directly.

Duanqing took the comb and dry towel from Buhai at the same time.

"Serve the king well." Bu Hai said to Duan in a low voice.

Satin smiled lightly and nodded gratefully.

Seeing that Fan Qingtian had started to eat, satin walked up to Fan Qingtian's back lightly, and stretched out his hand to tangle up Fan Qingtian's wet hair hanging behind him.

Heart beating violently, satin couldn't help feeling dry mouth, even hands trembling slightly.

It's not like he didn't help Fan Qingtian wipe his hair before, but now Duanqing is more nervous than ever before.

Eating quietly, Fan Qingtian didn't open his mouth. Enjoyment is a kind of life. Since someone helped her dry her hair, Fan Qingtian didn't bother to use her internal force to dry it.

His eyes were full of tenderness, satin lightly put the towel in his hand in front of Fan Qingtian's hair, and gently helped Fan Qingtian's hair to absorb the water, satin gently and carefully, as if he was afraid of damaging any rare treasure Same.

(End of this chapter)