The first female national teacher of waste material counterattack

316 Chapter 6 Green and deep love ([-])

Climb up to Feng Qingcheng's face.

Feng Qingcheng felt her face tingling and numb, and her body felt much better.

A gleam of light flashed across the twinkling peach blossom eyes, and the corners of the girl's lips curled slowly.

His eyes were full of coldness.

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The Queen of Qianling Kingdom summoned her to Lingyue Hall, her study.

Slowly following a group of palace people, they seemed to be welcomed in vigorously.

In fact...

She raised her left hand and stroked the mask on her face.

The corners of her mouth could not help but curl up - after all, she is a woman.

"Please go in alone, Mr. National Teacher." The leading palace man ordered this sentence, and then retreated.

Feng Qingcheng's peach blossom eyes narrowed, and the corners of her eyes swept over the figures of the palace servants, and at the same time looked at Lingyue Palace.

She gently pushed open the door carved with various strange and strange spirit beasts, without any waves in her heart, she walked in with her head held high.

"Feng Qingcheng." The woman's voice was deliberately lowered, as if to create a tense, serious and stressful atmosphere.

Feng Qingcheng saluted with a humble expression.

Wen Renyue took the high seat and said, wearing a dark purple cloak, which should have given people a sense of grace and luxury, but Feng Qingcheng somehow felt that dark purple was not suitable for her, and light-colored and bright-colored clothes were more suitable for her.

This idea popped up out of nowhere, and Feng Qingcheng couldn't explain it.

...Actually, she just prefers deep purple, and she also thinks that very few people can be worthy of this color.

"What is the so-called matter of Her Majesty summoning the ministers?"

She is unhurried, calm and appropriate.

Wen Renyue's pupils shrank, and her hands covered by her long sleeves slowly closed.

"Master Guoshi...do you really like to pretend to be stupid?"

Pretending to be stupid is not a good word, but Wen Renyue said it as a compliment.

"Concession and concession... A minister is no match for the emperor." Feng Qingcheng replied lightly, but Wen Renyue was so angry that her breathing became disordered.

"Presumptuous!" She shouted angrily, and it resounded through the palace.

Feng Qingcheng clapped her hands, with a mocking smile on her face.

"Why are you talking so presumptuously?"

She thought that her words would definitely make Wen Renyue angry... Unexpectedly, this woman's eyes never changed.

"My lord, how about having a glass of wine with me?"

Feng Qingcheng also wanted to know what the hell she was playing, so she readily agreed.

"My lord, sit down first."

Wen Renyue designated a seat, and Feng Qingcheng sat in the direction she pointed.

Wen Renyue snapped her fingers—the table in front of Feng Qingcheng clicked, and something rose slowly.

——It’s a goblet!
——The goblet of the 21st century.

——Why do things in the 21st century appear here?
Feng Qingcheng guessed, it could be another murder case.

Wen Renyue seemed to have understood her doubts, and explained: "Believe it, I am a god, and I am omnipotent."

Feng Qingcheng was speechless for a while, just wanting to know if she met a lunatic.

Wen Renyue always had a faint smile on her face, without any personal feelings.

She moved her fingers, and a flagon floated from a distance, and floated in front of Feng Qingcheng.

"Taste."

The crystal red liquid was poured slowly from the jug, and there was a strange beauty in the transparent goblet.

Feng Qingcheng picked up the goblet, and habitually shook it like red wine.

She watched the red liquid tumbling in the goblet, and she felt much relieved.

(End of this chapter)