Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 130 The Dangerous Feeling (1)
After lunch, in the afternoon, Leng Xia was leisurely basking in the sun in the yard. As for Na Biwen, she didn't go to participate again. Those music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and poetry didn't interest her at all.

Kuangfeng came to Qinghuanyuan to report to her every hour. One afternoon passed, Xiao Feige participated in the competition on behalf of Daqin, and won two games in a row, especially in the painting competition. sui generis.

In the other six games, East Chu won four games and South Korea won two games.

In the evening, Zhan Beilie returned to Prince Lie's mansion under the moonlight, and when he walked to the gate of Qinghuanyuan, the exhaustion all over his body disappeared without a trace in an instant.

At this moment, the Qinghuan Garden was filled with dim lights, the oil lamps were dimly shadowed, and the moonlight reflected the warmth and tranquility in the garden. After watching for a long time, I felt my heart was full of satisfaction.

He squinted his eyes comfortably, lowered his voice, and strode towards the garden.

The door of the bedroom was not closed. Leng Xia was wearing a loose white robe, half leaning on the bed and flipping through a volume of books, probably just after taking a shower, her long black hair like a waterfall fell loosely behind her, bringing A little moisture.

The neck, which looks like creamy white jade, hangs down slightly, bending a graceful arc like a swan. The delicate face is focused and serious, and under the dense light, it looks extraordinarily soft.

Sensing a scorching gaze, she raised her head, and saw Zhan Beilie leaning on the lintel, dressed in a black brocade robe and dusty, with an undercurrent surging deep in his eagle-like sharp eyes, like a bottomless abyss. The vortex was about to suck her in.

Leng Xia closed the scroll in her hands, raised her phoenix eyes, and said with a somewhat unconscious softness in her voice: "How?"

Zhan Beilie strode into the door and sat down. He didn't want to talk about some unpleasant topics at this time. He bent his lips and asked in a very magnetic voice: "Have you eaten yet?"

Seeing the obvious tiredness in his eyes, Leng Xia didn't ask any more questions. If something really happened, she wouldn't hide it from her if she wanted to fight Beilie.Nodding his head, he replied, "Well."

Zhan Beilie's eagle eyes flashed back and forth, and Leng Xia's brows furrowed, looking at him suspiciously.

He coughed lightly, stared at Leng Xia's eyes with burning eyes, and slowly uttered a miserable word with a small look full of expectation: "Hungry."

Leng Xia immediately rolled her big eyes. Recently, this person has become less and less serious about the prestige of the God of War. He dislikes it, but he can't stand his pitiful appearance like a big stray dog. He automatically and consciously Called: "Yingxue."

When Yingxue trotted in, she thought about it and ordered: "Prepare a few side dishes, hurry up."

Daqin God of War was instantly satisfied, grinning aggressively: "You accompany me."

The afternoon meal was relatively early, so I was really hungry, Leng Xia nodded, walked down from the bed, and sat on the side of the table.

Zhan Beilie's eyebrows and eyes were all crooked in a smile, and even the hair on his body was curled into happy little circles, revealing two rows of shiny teeth.

The two of them chatted one after another, most of the time Zhan Beilie racked his brains to think about various topics, and Leng Xia would occasionally answer a sentence leisurely, which would make him laugh for a long time.

At this moment, the aroma of food wafted over, and Yingxue came back dragging a tray, and quickly set it up on the table.Zhan Beilie looked at the few dishes he usually ate on the table, and felt that they were extraordinarily good-looking, never before!
Someone who kept shouting for hunger, didn't move his chopsticks a few times. After the ceremony, the palace prepared a dinner party. How could the majestic Qin God of War, Prince Lie, leave the palace hungry? It's just that there was no Leng Xia at the banquet. It actually felt like eating nothing, like chewing wax.

After he tasted everything, he started to serve food as usual, and he must be considerate and considerate to satisfy his wife. Naturally, Leng Xia enjoyed his service unceremoniously, and finally satiated.

After the two of them finished eating, Zhan Beilie coughed unnaturally, glanced across the bed in the room, and once again put on the small eyes of a large stray dog, looking eagerly at Leng Xia, expressing clearly that The little desire deep in my heart: will it succeed?
Leng Xia was unmoved, the corners of her lips curled up, her eyes looked straight at him lightly, and she clearly expressed her rejection without hesitation: dreaming!

Under such a resolute, resolute and unquestionable gaze, the large stray dog ​​walked out of Qinghuanyuan with its head drooping and wandering.

Looking at his back, Leng Xia raised her eyebrows, smiled slightly, turned off the oil lamp, went to bed, and fell asleep.

On the second day, with the lessons learned from yesterday, Leng Xia changed into a formal palace attire to watch the game in the afternoon. Today's competition is martial arts, riding and archery, wrestling, and Cuju. Compared with yesterday's fighting poems, It's more visible to her.

Before entering the paddock, deafening shouts have already been heard. Most of the Five Kingdoms Ceremony is in charge of this time, and Mo Xuan is not worthy of his name as the number one God of Wealth. For collecting silver taels, all the rich and noble families in the city flocked to it.

A seat for the Five Kingdoms Grand Ceremony was fired for tens of thousands of gold per seat, which greatly enriched Daqin's treasury. The straight-eyed Daqin Emperor squinted a pair of fox eyes, seeing that everyone had two gold ingots.

Naturally, it's unknown whether Mo Xuan, who doesn't pull out a penny and takes advantage of it if he can get it, will embezzle a little bit of it, but judging by the cheerful appearance of his eyes shining with golden light, he probably made a lot of money. The Emperor Qin adopted a tolerant and magnanimous default attitude. You eat meat, but you always have to leave some soup for the heroes, don't you?
The martial arts competition of the Grand Ceremony was held in the Xigong paddock. There was a huge racetrack in the distance. The paddock was extremely huge. The entire square was covered with sapphire slabs, showing its grandeur.

On the top of the paddock are the seats for the officials of the Great Qin Emperor and the envoys from the four countries. Below, there is a fan-shaped auditorium full of people. From a distance, there are no fewer than ten thousand people. In the overcrowded auditorium, the faces of wealthy businessmen and common people With excited expressions, everyone shouted loudly to cheer for Daqin's contestants.

(End of this chapter)