favorite queen

Chapter 132

At this time, in the cold wind, Yilan ran out of the yard, stroked the cold sweat that was seeping from her forehead with her hands, and when she turned her head and saw that Yang Yuman hadn't chased him out, she felt relieved, and she couldn't help but secretly said in her heart: "Okay!" Dangerously, if he really let that junior brother come up with some tricks, she can guarantee that she will never be able to marry her husband in this life.
And Yang Yuman, who saw her senior sister running away in the yard, stood there firmly, pouting her lips and muttering to herself: "Is my attention so scary? I just want to teach And Qi’s love experience, do you need to run so fast?” Turning around and walking towards the house, the warm sunlight cast a warm soft light at this time, and Yang Yuman had a sweet and proud smile on his face: “Huh If you don’t want to hear it, I don’t want to say it!”
"It's night, it's pitch black outside and there's no light at all, huh-huh-", the wind is howling, and the chilly wind keeps blowing.And the already bare trees, like bald old men, could not withstand the cold north wind and swayed wildly in the wind.
In the middle of the night, the yard was very quiet and eerily quiet, few voices were heard, a thin figure stood at a door with a tray in both hands, looking left and right vigilantly with shrewd black eyes, before gently pushing Enter the door.
As soon as the door was opened, one could see a beautiful man in a purple brocade robe that dragged the floor. The purple color reflected in the dim light made his jade-like face even more charming and alluring.
Hearing the sound of opening the door, the man slightly opened his slightly closed eyelids, put the Buddhist beads in his hands on the table beside him, his face was expressionless, his pair of Danfeng eyes as deep as a cold pool shone with a piercing light, But in the depths of his eyes, there was a trace of imperceptible resentment and extreme hatred.
"My lord, this time the emperor sent the Sixth Prince to represent the Fengying Kingdom to pick up the Daling Kingdom and the prince. He will definitely not be able to return to Fengjue City within three or four days." The man dressed as a servant who just came in came to the man with a tray , while putting the things in his hands, he also whispered vigilantly, the voice was very small.
From the beginning to the end, it seemed that he only glanced at the sitting master in front of him when he first came in, and then kept busy respectfully aside, and even if he didn't pay attention, he couldn't find out what he had just said.
"What does Jueying say?" Hearing this, an imperceptible light flashed across the man's deep and beautiful eyes, and then he hid it, then closed his eyes slightly, folded his hands and chanted sutras in a low voice.
The man dressed as a servant put away his things, and said loudly to the outside: "Master, let's eat something!" Then he took a pair of empty bowls and chopsticks, walked to the man's side and placed them slightly bent, with his head next to the man's ear He kept his eyes on the movement outside, and then said softly: "They followed the receiving team and walked fifty kilometers out of the city. It is confirmed that Xiao Wenqi has really left."
The man nodded his head lightly, then opened his eyes and said softly, "Proceed as planned."
"Yes, I won't bother you anymore, I will leave." The boy exchanged glances with the man, and then retreated obediently.
And the man in the house was staring at the food on the dining table with bloodthirsty eyes...
"He's going to attack?" A woman's frosty voice came from the dark and quiet room.
But it's not difficult to hear a slight hidden sigh and complicated inner struggle in the voice.
"Yes, my subordinate was hidden in the dark and heard the boy and the princess say 'proceed as planned'." The masked man in black standing respectfully behind replied honestly.
Yin An was specially trained by her in Anbu five years ago. Except for her, no one knew that this person existed in the world. He believed that he could get accurate information about them without the other party knowing.
"I see, you go down!" There was a slight sense of helplessness and exhaustion in the figure, because she didn't know how Qi'er would treat her when she came back?Is it resentment?still……
No matter what, she couldn't accept it. Maybe she was a little selfish. She even knew that he did what Ya'er did last time, but for her own plan to unify the Three Kingdoms, she endured it.

In the master bedroom of the Wangfu, the red stove filled the room with warm air.
Even if the doors and windows are closed, even if it is as warm as spring, it can't resist the warm embrace of the one you love. You can see the person lying on the bed frowning and tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
Yang Yuman tossed and turned for a long time, always feeling that something was missing in his heart, no matter how he placed his body, he still couldn't fall asleep peacefully, so he simply lay down on his back, widened his beautiful black eyes, and blinked He stared unblinkingly at the top of the lavender gauze tent.
This is Qi's favorite color - dreamy purple.
Suddenly, he remembered that when they met for the first time, he was also wearing Qi's favorite purple dress, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned into a beautiful arc. Since now, when he thinks of the scene at that time, his fair face still has a smear Blushing shyly.
Suddenly, there was a 'creaking' sound from the door opening, interrupting his sweet memories. The cold wind outside blew in, and the candles that had been burning were suddenly blown by the howling wind. Become ferociously swaying.
"Huan'er, is that you?" Yang Yuman half propped up his body and shouted through the screen.
The crazily flickering candlelight flickered the whole room, and the icy cold air slowly flowed into the room, making Yang Yuman, who was wrapped in a thick quilt, tremble uncontrollably.
After a long while, there was still no response from the room. Suddenly, an atmosphere of fear and danger flowed in the air.
Feeling very wrong, the black eyes scanned the flickering room vigilantly, his face turned cold, Xiumei also twisted up, his whole body was vigilant, he got off the bed lightly, took the thick coat and put it on On his body, his eyes were vigilantly fixed on the carefully moving black shadow outside the screen, and his body quietly hid to the side of the bed to observe the movement of the comer, holding his purple gold long hair tightly in his hands. The whip is ready to strike at any time to meet the enemy.

(End of this chapter)