Maid Crossing 3: Mad Concubine Overwhelms the World

Chapter 93 Wang, don't you want my body? 【3】

Although Nangong Chuge once ordered Yebei not to intervene in any matter, after thinking about it, she still went to Nangong Chuge's bedroom.

Before stepping into the palace courtyard, a melodious piano sound reached Yan Yun's ears.

The sound of the piano is also like that of Nangong Chuge.

In the melodious, there is an indescribable laziness.

Even, with a trace of heart-rending depression.

Hearing the feeling of the piano sound, the figure of Yan Yun's swift movement suddenly stopped.

After hesitating for a moment, he quietly stepped into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, the fragrance of Fanshan is faint.

Nangong Chuge had already changed into a new and clean white robe.

The wet hair was already half-dry, and it was loosely scattered on the body, and the strands fluttered with the night wind.

Under the moonlight, the slender fingers seem to be lazily flicking casually and lightly, picking out a decadent rhythm that makes people can't help but recall the past.

Yan Yun took two or three steps into the courtyard and stood still.

He didn't dare to interrupt Nangong Chuge playing the piano, so he could only stand still and wait.

Quietly looking at the beautiful and seductive Nangong Chuge sitting under the moon, Yan Yun's eyes became misty for a moment.

"she left!"

Nangong Chuge just plucked the strings a few more times casually, and the lazy and magnetic voice rang out in the night wind.

If that woman in Yebei was not stupid, she should have heard what he said last.

Hearing his faint questioning, Yan Yun couldn't help but startled.

The meaning of Nangong Chuge's words is
When Yan Yun was stunned, Nangong Chuge smiled and said, "In fact, maybe it's just an absurd legend!"

"But maybe it's true?"

Hearing Nangong Chuge's soft sigh, Yanyun hesitated for a moment, but still mustered up the courage to say: "Besides, the king has been preparing for this matter for two years. Could it be that for a moment of soft-heartedness, just"

Before he could finish speaking, Nangong Chuge randomly plucked the strings and suddenly made a crisp sound.

A string snapped at his fingertips.

Nangong Chuge raised his fingers, frowned slightly, lowered his eyelids and looked at the strings that were broken in two, and smiled with lips curled up: "Do you think I will be a soft-hearted person?"

(End of this chapter)