Prime Minister, please pick me up

Chapter 131
The familiar voice made Chu Liu tremble suddenly, his body stiffened for a moment, he turned around and looked at Feng Qingchi who was standing in front of him dully, "Master, I..." He called out in a low voice, wanted to explain but didn't know what to say What, the voice also lost its previous calmness, and there was an indescribable panic.

Looking at the helpless Chu Liu in front of her, Feng Qingchi raised her eyebrows helplessly, "Don't be nervous, I won't eat you again." She couldn't figure out why Chu Liu was so afraid of her, could it be that she Does it look ferocious?
Feng Qing is in self-reflection.

"Pavilion Master." Chu Liu lowered his head, his voice still tense.

Feng Qingchi moved a little closer, lifted up a lock of Qiu Liu's hair hanging on her chest with her fair hands, and played it up and down rather ambiguously, "I didn't expect that Qiu Liu was so interested in my past affairs? "

There was a very faint fragrance in the air, Feng Qing raised his brows halfway, and sniffed the soft ink in his hand on the tip of his nose a few times, "It smells like mint!"

Chu Liu was taken aback for a moment, his expression caught off guard, but he didn't dare to move.

The two were very close, and Chu Liu could see the other side's fair and delicate side face without any blemish when he tilted his head slightly. The elegant and charming outline was flowing and natural, and further down was the delicate collarbone like a jade carving.

Chu Liu's ears turned red slightly, and his face was also a little hot.

"It smells good." After speaking, he moved closer and took a few deep breaths through his hair.

Chu Liu was taken aback again, his body was as stiff as a string of a zither, he didn't dare to move, the palms hanging under his body were slightly sweaty due to tension.

"Ge..." Cangwu grieved, barged in with his clothes fluttering, swallowed the words on his lips when he saw the scene in front of him, stared at the two with rounded eyes, and didn't know whether to leave or stay.

Just when he was standing there tangled, Feng Qingchi had loosened Qiao Liu's hair, took two steps back and looked at Cangwu calmly, "What's the matter?"

Cang Wu looked at Feng Qingchi, then glanced at Chu Liu very quickly, hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "Prime Minister Yan is back!"

Feng Qingchi just nodded, indicating that she already knew, looked at Cang Wu lightly, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Cang Wu froze for a moment, shook his head, then nodded again, then shook his head again when he realized it.

Feng Qing looked at the other party suspiciously, "Is there or not?"

Chu Liu had been standing silently on one side, watching with a cold expression.

"Pavilion Master, Feng Yunyi is also on his way to the Imperial Capital." Cang Wu looked at the other party's face and whispered.Ever since he knew that the owner of the pavilion was the Fifth Miss of Anyang Chengfeng Mansion, he paid a lot of attention to the news of Feng Mansion.

Feng Qing held the corners of his lips in a strange arc, smiling unpredictably, "Today I saw Feng Lingyi."

It was Feng Lingyi who called out, not Third Sister.

Juliu and Cangwu also noticed Feng Qingchi's address, they are not stupid, so they understand that she doesn't have much affection for Fengfu, otherwise she wouldn't just leave at the beginning, without any nostalgia.

"Then Pavilion Master, did Feng Lingyi...recognize you?" Cang Wu frowned and asked.It wasn't worried, either, it was complicated if he couldn't tell what it was.It's not that he thinks it would be good to be identified, but that he thinks this kind of life is very good, and he doesn't want those people to break this tranquility.Although he also knew in his heart that the Pavilion Master came to the Imperial Capital for a purpose, and this comfort might not last long, but he still wanted to protect it.

"She is doubting my identity." Moreover, Feng Lingyi is very likely to write a letter to ask Meng Huayan about her.

"Then do we want it?" Cang Wu made a clicking movement on his neck with his hand.

"Do you think the imperial palace is so easy to break into?" Feng Qingchi asked back, "Furthermore, Feng Yunyi's identity as the imperial capital will be revealed sooner or later." In fact, Feng Qingchi doesn't care much about this.

"Then let's kill Feng Yunyi together!" Simple and rude thought, direct and decisive approach.

Feng Qingchi: "..."

Chu Liu looked at Cang Wu with the eyes of an idiot.

"I think it's good, so that no one but us will know the true identity of the Pavilion Master!"

Feng Qingchi's face darkened, "How shameful is my identity?"

Cang Wu looked awkward, "I'm not thinking of the pavilion master, can I save a lot of trouble?"

"Then kill Yanluo first if you have the ability!" Feng Qing said coolly, then turned and left.

Cang Wu: "..." Silently shut up, he is Yan Luo's opponent!

night.

There is a gentle breeze, the sky is full of stars, and there is a thin crescent moon between the sky.

Feng Qingchi was sitting in front of the table, holding a thin white jade brush in his hand, a piece of pure white rice paper was spread out on the table, the pen swung lightly, the movements were very casual, and the expression on his face was rather careless.

After a while, the rice paper was stained with ink, the characters were beautiful, the strokes were powerful and flamboyant, and there was an undisguised dignity and arrogance between the lines, but there were only two words written on the densely packed paper—Yiche.

Back and forth, over and over again, there are only these two simple words under the stroke of the pen.

There was the sound of clothes brushing by the window, and the moment Feng Qingchi raised his head, a sky-blue figure leaped briskly through the half-opened window, and the cool evening wind blew in along with the window, He flipped through the half-opened and half-closed scroll on the case table.

Feng Qingchi looked at the visitor indifferently, the color in his eyes was a bit thinner than the evening wind at night, "Zuo Xiang is really proficient in doing things like turning over windows and uncovering roof tiles!" He opened his lips, and a mocking voice escape in the room.

Yan Luo raised his eyebrows, turned a deaf ear to Feng Qingchi's sarcasm, sat down on a chair beside him, poured himself another cup of tea, and took a sip, "Your tea here is pretty good. "

Seeing Yanluo's expression of enjoyment, Feng Qingchi felt a little stuffy, feeling that he had punched the cotton, glanced at the rustling scroll that had been turned over by the wind, Feng Qingchi held the side note and turned it back Then, he got up and sat down on a chair opposite Yanluo, looking at the other person indifferently, "What do you want me to do?"

Yan Luo shrugged her shoulders, and her eyes were a little lazy and a little narrow, "At any rate, we used to share weal and woe together, and we had a very close friendship. Why can't we come and see you if we have nothing to do? And now that we are neighbors, we naturally want to get along with each other. Dropping by."

"Is there anyone who visits you through the window so late?" The three words "so late" were deliberately emphasized in the tone.

Yan Luo looked at Feng Qingchi indifferently, raised her lips and smiled slightly, and said in a pretentiously ambiguous tone: "I think this way is more emotional." charming.

(End of this chapter)