The poisonous concubine allures the city, the ghost king loves the sky

Chapter 182

A heavy snowfall a few days ago made the temperature even lower, coupled with today's cold wind, Feng Zhirou who returned to the palace was shivering from the cold.

He hastily ordered someone to serve hot tea, and he felt better after drinking it.

But I don't know why, I just feel swollen in my abdomen, as if there is a persistent qi plate, just as Feng Zhirou wanted to rub it, she heard the high-pitched voice of the eunuch outside the palace.

"The Emperor is coming..."

Feng Zhirou hastily adjusted her makeup, stood up to greet her, but the aura in her stomach stirred more and more with her movements.

But Yu Jia had already arrived in front of the palace, Feng Zhirou could only grit his teeth and endure.

Not long after, I heard footsteps, it was Emperor Chu who came to Hehuan Hall, but at this moment, the pain in my stomach was unbearable.

It seemed that something was about to burst out, Feng Zhirou endured a lot of hard work, breaking out in cold sweat, if she offended the emperor at this time, then she would definitely be disgusted by the emperor.

For a moment, he was sweating coldly, and his face turned pale.

After Emperor Chu entered the hall, seeing Feng Zhirou's face was so ugly, he hurriedly stepped forward to help her up: "My concubine, don't be too polite, hurry up and invite her."

While speaking, the big hand has already stretched out to help Feng Zhirou's arm.

At this moment, a distant puffing sound sounded...

Then he smelled a stench, Emperor Chu suddenly held his breath, and retracted his outstretched hand as if scalded by boiling water, with disgust in his eyes, he took a step back calmly.

Feng Zhirou's face was flushed with embarrassment, but she couldn't move now. If she hadn't tried her best to control herself, she would be even more embarrassing.

But seeing that the emperor was about to leave her, he hurriedly called out: "Your Majesty,..."

At the same time, a louder and louder fart came out, and the entire Hehuan Palace fell into a deathly silence, and the maid turned pale with fright, trying to adjust her breathing.

Feng Zhirou was stunned, she didn't expect the emperor to see such an embarrassing side of her, she wanted to explain but suddenly lost control of that fart.

After the loud fart, there was one small fart sound after another, and it kept popping out.

"I still have a memorial to review, I'll come back another day." Emperor Chu retreated to the door without compromising, and fled with a sudden lift of the curtain.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

Feng Zhirou's pear blossoms were crying with rain, the house smelled foul, and there were loud farts, the maid wanted to go forward to help her up, but Feng Zhirou slapped her out.

"Get out, get out, you are all watching Ben Gong's jokes, woo woo woo..."

The entire Hehuan Hall was filled with Feng Zhirou's cries, fart sounds, and the stench of the room, thinking of what Feng Wuxie gave her to eat before.

Feng Zhirou gritted her teeth in hatred, and only now did she understand what would happen. When she was leaving, Feng Wuxie would tell her not to let her be greedy for cool things.

After eating sweet potatoes and blowing cold wind, it would be strange not to fart.

It was night, and there was a roar from the Hall of Hehuan, and all the palace guards outside the door couldn't help shaking. They all automatically became deaf and dumb when they heard the rebellious words of killing Princess Changying.

The night is like ink, and black clouds are surging.

Seeing that a heavy snow was about to fall on the capital, the common people closed their doors and windows early, and huddled in their houses to guard the warm carbon basins to avoid the cold.

At this time, a skinny figure appeared on the bridge head of Liuqiao Street. He put the thing on his shoulders on the bridge pier, and did not know what to do with that object until he placed it for a long time until he was satisfied. posture, this is the end.

Looking from a distance, it was a dark mass, and one could only vaguely see that there seemed to be a person sitting on the pier.

Everything was silent except for the soft rustling of snowflakes floating in the air.

Soon, the ground was covered with a layer of silver.

The heavy snow fell silently all night, the sky was not yet bright, and the house was already brightly lit by the snow.

Feng Wuxie stretched her waist and sat up. She slept extremely soundly that night, Mu Ran raised her head, and saw a branch of wintersweet in the vase in the corner.

Bursts of delicate fragrance floated, filling the room with fragrance.

Feng Wuxie's heart moved, he only felt that the plum blossoms were particularly energetic, so he went to the ground with bare feet, stepped forward, and touched them.

When I touch it, I feel that the plum blossoms are icy cold, and there are still water droplets formed from remaining snow on the petals.

Feng Wuxie's heart moved, and he hurriedly called the maid outside: "Who sent these plum blossoms?"

There are no such things in her garden, only some trees, which are already black and green before winter, looking very old-fashioned.

There was no one answering outside for a long time, Feng Wuxie lifted the curtain and went out, sure enough the maid outside the house was not there, only saw the master lying on her soft couch.

The black brocade clothes wrapped him tightly, exposing his thin and narrow waist. The silver embroidered Bingdilian around his waist was enchanting and open, silent, only blooming his demeanor in the dark.

At this time, his head was slightly tilted to one side, his long black hair was hanging down from his shoulders, his collar was slightly opened, revealing a line of delicate collarbone, which was half-covered and extremely seductive.

The phoenix eyes under the brows were tightly closed, and there was a faint shadow under the eyelids, as if she was very tired, and she didn't wake up even when Feng Wuxie appeared.

Perhaps knowing that it was with her, she let go of all her guard and slept extremely soundly.

When Feng Wuxie saw that his boot toe was covered with a layer of mud and plum blossom petals, her heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that this person came to her place after going to court early?

For a moment, there were mixed feelings in my heart, I didn't know whether to throw this unexpected man out of the window, or let him sleep soundly in her room.

The cool wind came in from the window, Feng Wuxie felt icy cold, stepped forward lightly, closed the window, and covered Jun Yeli's body with the cloak hanging on the side.

The only way in my heart is to see the love of sending plums.

Now she is only wearing a thin undershirt, even though there are earth dragons in the house, she still feels a little cold.

Just when he was about to go back to the house and get dressed, there were a pair of big hands around his waist.

Feng Wuxie let out an exclamation, and was dragged back violently, but the strength of that person was too great, and the sky was spinning.

Feng Wuxie found that he had fallen into that person's arms.

That person is above, she is below.

The tightly closed phoenix eyes have been opened, and she is looking at herself in her arms with a little smile.

Feng Wuxie admired secretly, this series of movements were so neat, she couldn't even react in time, and she had already become his possession.

Above are his evil eyes, and in the dark pupils is a slightly flustered self pretending to be calm, after the tugging just now.

The thin obscene clothes had already opened the neckline, and were pulled to the shoulders, revealing a piece of snow-white. Under Jun Yeli's dark eyes, Feng Wuxie pulled the clothes back calmly.

"His Royal Highness, good morning!"

Jun Yeli raised his eyebrows, feeling a little regretful that he didn't pull more forcefully just now. Seeing that the happiness was like a flash in the pan, he couldn't even see the patterns on it clearly.

He said with some disappointment: "Pink doesn't suit you, it's not as good-looking as big red."

He was just telling the truth, Feng Wuxie's skin was as white as snow, if he wore bright red, how tempting it would be if the red and white alternated.

Just like the red plums under the white snow, their flowers are shining brightly, and they are cold and lonely.

Feng Wuxie's face flushed, and he pushed up the "gentle scum" above him forcefully, but he didn't expect him to be so indifferent when talking about women's bellybands.

Doesn't he know how to write the word cheek?

Feng Wuxie turned around and entered the house, closing the door in the posture of preventing a wolf, leaving only Jun Yeli with a cute face, and touched the tip of his nose.

Secretly, did you say the wrong thing again?

Not long after, Feng Wuxie dressed neatly and walked out of the house.

Seeing that Jun Yeli was still staying here, he frowned, "Why don't you leave?"

Jun Yeli, who was admiring Feng Wuxie's slender waist, was still splashed with cold water. He shook his head and said, "Today is the Laba Festival. Are you going to drive me out like this?"

Feng Wuxie was stunned, the days passed by so quickly, and before he knew it, a year was over.

Counting the days, it will be her birthday in two days.

Seeing that Feng Wuxie was still in a daze, Jun Yeli grabbed her wrist: "Let's go."

The man pulled his hand at every turn, and Feng Wuxie staggered from being pulled, so he had to take two quick steps to keep up with Jun Yeli's pace.

"Where to go?"

"You'll know when you go." While speaking, Jun Yeli took Feng Wuxie's hand out of the gate, and all the servants in the mansion's eyes widened in shock.

When did His Royal Highness Xuan Wang get so close to the princess?

Although it snowed heavily last night, it still couldn't stop people's footsteps, because it was the Laba Festival, and there were surprisingly many pedestrians on the street.

Jun Yeli and Feng Wuxie wore white silver fox cloaks and strolled down the street.

Even without speaking, it is still a beautiful scenery.

The two stood still in the Zuixian Tower, saw Jun Yeli, Xiao Er led them up to the second floor, it seemed that he was a regular visitor here.

In the private room by the window, there are several delicate side dishes and two bowls of steaming Laba porridge on the table.

Feng Wuxie was taken aback for a moment, obviously Jun Yeli was already ready, so he asked, "You also celebrate the Laba Festival?"

"I'm not a god, why don't I celebrate festivals?"

Jun Yeli said, and poured a glass of wine for Feng Wuxie: "Come and taste."

Feng Wuxie took it, took a sip, and felt the fragrance on his lips and teeth, with a hint of sweetness, so he took two more sips.

"I just think that people like you don't care about this kind of folk festival."

The impression Jun Yeli gave her has always been mysterious and powerful, like a god in the sky, how could he care about the suffering of the people?

Seeing the unpredictable expression on Jun Yeli's face, Feng Wuxie suddenly asked, "Could it be that today is some special day?"

"My birthday." Jun Yeli lifted his lips and smiled.

This smile captured the most beautiful scenery in the world, like flowers falling and stars passing by, changing from the evil in the past, a little more tenderness, and a little more anxiety of anticipation.

So cautious, yet so persistent.

Just to get an answer from Feng Wuxie's mouth, but also afraid that the cold woman would ruthlessly brush his mind.

Feng Wuxie was stared at by that scorching gaze, making her hair tremble all over. She really regretted being alone with Jun Yeli.

But it happened to catch up with his birthday.

If you refuse to spend even one birthday with him, isn't it a bit too petty?

(End of this chapter)