The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 34 The person who got angry in such a hurry couldn't be constipated, right?

In the twilight of the morning, when the first ray of sunlight passed through the dense bamboo leaves and shone on the man standing in the pond, I saw his long ink-like hair hanging behind his back, his eyes were slightly closed, and under his handsome bridge of nose was a thin sheet of paper. The shaved lips are light in color and pursed into a straight line.

The next moment, he opened his eyes, and there was a shimmering coldness in the deep and narrow phoenix pupils.On his extremely handsome face, his expression was cold, and even a single look in his eyes carried a strong sense of oppression.

His brows, eyelashes, and face are dripping with water
The golden morning light outlines his sharp outline, his handsome and prosperous beauty looks like a god's mansion.

His body was not covered with a single strand, and he was standing in the pond, the water barely covered his mermaid line, blocking key parts.

There are still dewdrops on his body exposed to the air, and it shines with colorful light under the sunlight. His muscular lines are well defined, and his muscular body is full of male hormones. Sexy atmosphere, simply awesome!
He is Cang Yanlei, the night of the full moon has completely passed, and the body that was originally reduced by the impact of the cup has returned to normal.

He was hit by the spring breeze once last night, and he was soaked in the pool water for more than three hours before he was fully exposed to the medicinal properties.

Cang Yanlai walked ashore step by step with his long legs that were submerged in the pool, and waited for Jun to return to the bamboo house. He changed back into his original clothes, and then strode away.

His slender back reveals a chill, and the place where his aura goes seems to be able to freeze three feet!

Xiyuan.

Feng Qingcheng was sitting in the side hall eating breakfast, she was holding osmanthus cake in her left hand and white fungus and lotus seed soup in her right, feeling very comfortable.

He was eating with great relish, when suddenly Bi Yue's voice came from his ear, "Your Highness."

When Feng Qingcheng heard the words, she raised her eyes and looked towards the door, only to see the man against the light and couldn't see the expression on Jun's face clearly.

But from the moment he stepped into the side hall, she could clearly feel the unfriendly look he had on her.

Early in the morning, did he eat gunpowder?

The corners of Feng Qingcheng's mouth raised slightly, and he greeted him with a smile, "Good morning."

She was wearing a long peach pink dress, her black hair was hanging on her shoulders carelessly, and a jade hairpin was inserted into her hair.

She didn't wear any makeup, but her skin was so smooth and supple that no pores could be seen, her neck was curved gracefully, the collar of her clothes had been pulled down by her, and her delicate and protruding collarbone was looming.

Cang Yanlai stopped in front of the red sandalwood table, leaned forward slightly with his handsome body, leaned close to her eyes, and called her name coldly, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, "Feng , Qing, city."

Under the cover of his tall figure, Feng Qingcheng raised her eyes to meet him with anger jumping in her eyes, and raised her eyebrows, "Brother-in-law is so anxious to get angry, can't it be constipation?"

"I..." Because of being hit by the spring breeze for a while, Cang Yanlu soaked in the pond of Cuiluoxuan for most of the night, and the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, but the fact that his body became smaller was a secret, and it was of great importance. He didn't care about it at all. Might say it.

"Please go out if you have nothing to do, don't disturb me for breakfast." Feng Qingcheng didn't look at his changing expression several times, and picked up another piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and put it into her mouth.

It's not that I haven't eaten sweet-scented osmanthus cake in my previous life, but it seems that no restaurant can make such a good taste.

Seeing her focus on eating sweet-scented osmanthus cake, completely ignoring her own existence, Cang Yanwei's face suddenly darkened, so gloomy that he could almost drip water, "Feng Qingcheng! Is this palace pampering you too much?"

He slapped the table with his big hand, and there was a bang, almost shaking the table in half.

(End of this chapter)