Quickly wear a little tease: the female protagonist is pretending to be a boss again

Chapter 62 My son, your design is broken (6)
Fu Xi asked some more about Nongying's situation, and asked Wu Ling to temporarily arrange a place for Nongying to live, and sent her a maid to take care of her.

When only Fu Xi was left in the dormitory, the gentle smile faded away, and the light purple eyes were filled with chill.

It has been seven or eight years since Wu Ling was with Fu Xi since he was a child, and it is the first time he has seen him so caring about someone.

When arranging the room for Nongying, he subconsciously looked at her a few more times.

Feeling that he was looking at him, Nongying turned his head to look at him generously, tilted his head slightly, and said with a smile, "Do I look good?"

Wu Ling nodded subconsciously.

"..."

This boy should be two years younger than her. With a simple sentence, he could easily make him blush.

Walking side by side with him, Nongying slowed down and asked, "Have you been with Young Master for a long time?"

This time, Wu Ling didn't dare to look at her anymore, but just nodded.

"Then, can you tell me something about Young Master?" Nongying asked again.

Only when she wanted to know more about Fu Xi because she saved her today, Wu Ling didn't think about it, so she proudly raised her face and said, "Then you are asking the right person, I have been with you for a long time. Around him, I know many things about him."

Fuxi, courtesy name Wanqing, was recognized as the first son of Shangjing.

He is humble, courteous, gentle and elegant, and the young ladies of every family have invited matchmakers to break through the threshold, but none of them can get into Fuxi's eyes.

Although he has not been promoted to rank, he is the best friend of the current emperor Xiao Bochen.

Everyone in the world worships the Son of Heaven, but he is the only one who can avoid it.

Xiao Bochen also specially inscribed the name of Prince's Mansion for him. This row of noodles is still unmatched by anyone. Even the prime minister of the court would respectfully call him "Master" when he saw him.

As for why, no one knows.

In the eyes of everyone, Fu Xi is the immortal who has experienced calamities that day, he can be seen from a distance, but not played close to him.

Today he took the initiative to ask Qi Zhiyan for Nongying, and this will be spread to the capital, and I don't know how many misses it will hurt.

"Wan Qing..."

After listening to his introduction, Nongying murmured his words, which only she could hear.

That's all Wu Ling knew. As for the other deeper things, I'm afraid no one knows.

Nongying didn't make things difficult for him anymore.

He prepared the best wing room for Nongying, and brought today's maid, Xiangcao, to serve her.

After everything was properly arranged, Wu Ling went back to give Fuxi his life back.

It was night, Xiao Boqian dismissed all the court ladies and eunuchs early, did not go to rest, only lit a candle, and slowly sipped tea.

After the third watch, a sudden gust of wind blew, the candle flame faltered, and was finally blown out, instantly the whole room was plunged into darkness.

Xiao Bochen kept drinking tea, but when a gust of sword wind passed through his hair, he raised his hand to block it with the cup of tea, taking this opportunity, he got up unhurriedly.

Turning around and looking at the man in night clothes, he threw away the broken teacup and said with a smile: "You came too late, I really didn't expect you to be able to endure until this time."

His tone was very familiar, and those who didn't know it thought it was just two friends discussing each other.

The man in black didn't make a sound, but only revealed a pair of sharp eyes, and when he looked at Xiao Bochan, the killing intent in his eyes was obvious.

He clenched the sword in his hand again and stabbed at him. Xiao Bochen dodged a few moves, and only started to move when he got his own sword.

In the house, only the silver light from the window poured in, and their appearances were reflected in the shadows of swords, lights and swords.

After all, Xiao Bochen was no match for the man in black, but after a few moves, he put the knife on his neck.

(End of this chapter)