Crossing the Queen Feitian: The Harem Male Concubine

Chapter 507 [Fanwai] When a man gets married, his heart already belongs (3)

Could it be... Did Queen Yaori mention me in front of her mother?
I have never met her, how does Queen Yaori know about me... The only thing I can think of... is...

I looked back in horror, staring at the embroidery in my room in disbelief!

My spar?
Could it be that the woman who took away my embroidery is Queen Yaori?She is the high queen, the witch that the mother and all the subjects are afraid of... How could she like what normal women like?

She is ten years older than me, as described by the female shopkeeper...

It's just that I can't figure it out: why did she come outside the palace?How could you be interested in those strange embroidered handkerchiefs?
At night, I tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep... I kept my eyes open and thought about some messy things: Whenever I remembered that Yao Ri bought my silk handkerchief, I felt a weird feeling that I couldn't describe.

Creepy?Surprised?Trembling?Or... what am I expecting?
When I close my eyes, I can still see the memories of my childhood: that silver armor-the heroic woman on horseback, with a cold and evil expression... When did I fall in love with her?

That... a witch who is ten years older than me.

The legend of Yaori colored my entire childhood—in my opinion, the most outstanding woman in the world is only Yaori... don't use any explanation: she is an unattainable woman, but she is also a collection of thousands of honors She is the scariest woman in Mogu Dunhuang, just because of her mystery... I want to get closer to her world and get closer to that dazzling light.

I was terrified by my own Arabian Nights thoughts...

In the middle of the night, I sat on the bed with the quilt folded, and took a deep breath: Soul Eagle—what are you thinking—it can’t be hers—even if the Yao Japanese took my things, what does it mean?
What Yao Ri likes are those embroidered handkerchiefs, not the hands and me who embroidered the handkerchiefs.That woman... Is it possible for a childish man like you to approach?

she won't like you;
she won't like you-

She won't like you!
A series of self-denials... I even laughed at myself, what a dream.

(End of this chapter)