The noble husband comes to the door: the wife and the owner are ruthless

Chapter 150 Do You Remember Me?

On the other hand, Yang Yisheng grabbed a corner of the table, feeling a little panicked.
"Bounty" Feng Qianxuan said indifferently, no matter how beautiful or enchanting it is, it is still not half as good as Ye Raochen

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reward, and thank you, Lord Long En"

The man in red half climbed on the ground to thank him, feeling a little unwilling, but helpless

Yang Yisheng breathed a sigh of relief, the big stone in his heart finally let go, he really still hates any man who wants to get close to Feng Qianxuan
Royal garden at night

Feng Qianxuan sat halfway in the gazebo, with her back leaning against the pergola, she recalled the dancing man in red at the celebration

I can't help but think of that, the evil red shadow in my mind, lingering like a shadow

A black shadow appeared and knelt down in front of her, and hurriedly said, "Mo Yan sees Master, there is no news about Master Leng Yue."

"Then keep looking. If you are born, you want to see people, and if you die, you want to see corpses." She blurted out without thinking, her voice was full of indescribable majesty.

"Here," Mo Yan responded, and quickly disappeared into the imperial garden
Star-like ink eyes, revealing unknown emotions, Leng Yue, that idiot actually misunderstood that she fell to the edge of the world and died for love by taking poison

However, I heard that when the empress ordered the burial, his 'dead body' was not found. I think it must have been poisoned and rescued by someone without anyone knowing it.
She was a little irritable and casually picked up the white jade jug, and poured it straight between her lips. The liquid was poured too quickly, and the unfinished wine slowly flowed from the corner of her lips to her chin, and then to her smooth and delicate neck
Drips wet her, half-opened purple clothes, front breasts
A burst of brisk footsteps, gradually approaching her and getting heavier, until the man stopped in front of her
"Didn't I say that no one is allowed to disturb?"

She took a sip of wine, lowered her head, and frowned in dissatisfaction, which palace is the waiter so ignorant?

"The subject is the eldest son of General Yang Wen, Yang Yisheng, see Her Majesty the Empress"

Yang Yisheng saluted halfway, and glanced at Feng Qianxuan, who was so close, the feeling of love filled his whole heart

It's been five years, he's been waiting for her for five years, how many five years are there in a person's life?He doesn't know, but if the person waiting is you, he is willing
Hearing the familiar voice, Feng Qianxuan raised her eyes drunkenly, and looked squarely at the man in the blue shirt in front of her, "Is that you?"

An important minister in the court, the eldest son of General Yang Wen, the man who was rescued from the Ninth Queen in Fanxiang Tower five years ago when she was still the princess, Yang Yisheng?

"Your Majesty, do you still remember the subject?"

He met her gaze in surprise, she still remembered him, remembered him
At this moment, as if waiting for many years, it suddenly turned into a sweet smoke

"Naturally, I... will never forget the encounter with the beautiful man."

Feng Qianxuan's star-like black eyes flashed with unknown emotions, and various first encounters of Leng Yue, Ye Raochen, and Baililian appeared in her mind.

At the end of the sentence, her red lips parted and said, "What's more, that person is you"

Feng Qianxuan felt a strong gaze on her, and subconsciously looked at the owner of the gaze, her eyes met
She smiled at him lightly, it was just a smile that made his heart beat stronger than before, his cheeks were quickly stained with blush, and the hands under the green sleeves kneaded the handkerchief a little at a loss

Is he shy?How cute?I haven't seen you for a few years, and Chu Luo is even more handsome, and behaves more like a lady, gentle and refined?

"The palace celebration is over, so you hurriedly came to the Imperial Garden to look for me, what's the matter?"

(End of this chapter)