The queen concubine please

Chapter 41 Feishuang: She punched him

He was listening to the poem she recited lightly, and he didn't interrupt her aloud. When she frowned slightly and a look of melancholy flashed through her eyes, his heart couldn't help feeling depressed.

Intuitively, he thought of that person named Chu Feiyang. He traveled among the three countries, but he had never heard of such a person, let alone someone who looked exactly like him.

But apparently, the answer lies in her.

He smiled slightly, and stepped out from the sea of ​​flowers, "It's good to say that the night is deep, the moon is bright, the dream is beautiful, the beauty that is hard to keep is a beauty, I don't know, the concubine is still a talented woman."

She said she was not Ouyang Qingqing, so he used such abbreviation. As expected, he immediately frowned when he saw her.

"Prince Mo, my name is Ling Feishuang." She said her name directly, the red gauze was dancing with the wind, the girl's expression was indifferent, without any emotion.

Situ Mo raised his eyebrows, surprised at her directness, but also admired her directness. He walked towards her, and his tall figure enveloped her head.

"Ling Feishuang, it suits you quite well."

He said in a low voice, she raised her eyes, slightly surprised, only then realized that they seemed to be too close, and wanted to retreat, but his hand was actually around her waist.

Ling Feishuang raised her eyebrows, and quickly struck his arm with the palm of her hand, and bent her other arm to prevent his attack. After getting dressed, the venue here is huge, and she has enough confidence to compete with him.

Situ Mo lowered his eyes slightly, and even used one hand behind his back to fight against her, while smiling slightly: "It's as cold as ice, which suits your temperament."

Ling Feishuang was furious with her leisurely attitude, and she didn't pay attention to her at all. She suddenly flew up and swept towards him.

At this moment, Situ Mo was still talking, even though his hands kept moving, his underestimation made him slow down by a second, and it was this second that made her fist hit him directly in the face.

After a successful move, Ling Feishuang didn't like to fight, she got short, and quickly backed away, her red clothes fluttering around, showing a charming look.

On the other hand, Situ Mo, with his face full of astonishment, barely took out the other hand holding the fan, his face was slapped sideways, and even the corner of his mouth was bloodshot.

(End of this chapter)