The darling of troubled times: Zhu Yan plays the world

Chapter 177 Am I Worth Doing So Much For You 1
Two days have passed, and Yin Lan still hasn't seen Feng Qiyang.

In just these two days, earth-shaking events happened in the palace.

The princess passed away, and the emperor became seriously ill because he couldn't accept it, and he couldn't afford it, so he passed the throne to Murong Xuan.

This is just superficial rhetoric. The fact is that the emperor and the princess are married and are leaving the palace.

Thinking of the innocent Murong Jin'er, Yin Lan smiled, and in the end she still kept that purity.

Very early on, she saw that Murong Ye's love for Murong Jin'er was extraordinary, no matter how much a brother loves his sister, it was just family affection, but Murong Ye looked at Murong Jin'er in a different way.

After investigation, it was found out that Murong Jin'er was not Murong Ye's biological sister. Murong Ye loved Rong Jin'er, and he could give up the country for Murong Jin'er. This kind of love is really unparalleled.

Suddenly, everything that Feng Qiyang put into her mind, now she finally understands something.

Feng Qiyang paid too much for her, which made her gradually become a habit and gradually ignored his intentions.

The man who has always been free and easy, and has never settled down, has been staying in the capital for her. In order to care for her body, he doesn't care what she looks like to him, and appears in front of her again and again...

Yin Lan sat quietly by the window, thinking that that person always appeared quietly, either scolding her for blowing cold wind, or complaining that she didn't cherish her body.

Maybe it was because she had gone too far that he would leave in anger again and again.

Maybe he was really angry and didn't plan to appear in front of her again.

The screen flickered in front of her eyes, and the white figure appeared in front of her eyes. Yin Lan watched Feng Qiyang walk into the room, then sat on the chair, poured tea for herself, and took a leisurely sip.

"How did you get in?" Actually she asked in vain, Feng Qi Yang's lightness kung fu is enough to hide from everyone's eyes, this is not the first time she came in.

"I walked in." Feng Qiyang put down his teacup, put on his faint smile on his face, and raised his eyebrows to look at her, "Did you sigh just now, were you worried about me?"

His tone was a little flirtatious and his expression was lazy.

"Worried about you? What do you worry me about?" Yin Lan glanced at Feng Qiyang lightly, not because he wasn't worried about him, but he didn't need him to worry at all.

(End of this chapter)