The Ups and Downs of the Cold Palace: After Abandoning the Country

Chapter 142
Feng Lin was riding a white horse, and his enchanting blood-like red dress was flying in the wind. He half-closed his eyes and generously accepted the eye waves from all directions, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was like a poppy.

A month later, he finally landed on this land again. He left without saying goodbye last time. This time, he must live up to his trust and take her away...

"Are you hungry?" Leaning closer to the sedan chair, Feng Lin's voice softly pressed against the side of the sedan chair, her seductive peach eyes unconsciously overflowing with concern.

Not long after, the voice of the girl in the sedan chair was as light as the sound of nature: "I'm not hungry."

The two simple words are as clean and clear as clear water, and the voice is like the two pieces of pu jade colliding and emanating.

Feng Lin glanced at the corner of his mouth, and his bright red lips tugged: "Tell me later when you're hungry."

Suddenly, after a long silence, the curtain of the small window on the side of the sedan chair swayed, and a white jade-like arm gently lifted the curtain, a face that was only profiled, but it was so beautiful that it was breathtakingly beautiful. Her face appeared in front of everyone's eyes, her pink lips moved, and a flowery smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth, and then the curtain swung, and that alluring face was isolated from the curtain again.

Just one glance, just one side profile, amazed and shocked the famous people who were watching the crowd. Some painters even drew that peerless face immediately. The moon is like a princess, widely circulated in Fenglin...

On that side, on the attic of the first floor in the world, a few months after the incident, the man in black wearing a black iron mask exuding the aura of Shura came to Dajia again with the peerless young man in white.

"Xie, what are you going to do this time." The man in white looked at the army sending off his relatives and said, the sunny breath on his face with sharp water chestnut angles formed a sharp contrast with Xie who was dressed in black.

The habitual movement of the man in black with his hands folded across his chest, he lazily leaned on the door handle, and breathlessly said a word: "Wait."

Waiting for someone to solve the civil strife, calm down the court, wait for the people who evacuated the palace to come out on their own, and wait for everything to be perfect...

All he had to wait for was an opportunity.

(End of this chapter)