Bloody Mercenary: The Cruel Majesty Is Terrible

Chapter 483 Fanwai: Wang, do you understand (1)

Before opening his eyes, the man who is enough to overwhelm the country and the city——

This is clearly a blooming mandala, full of blood and youth.

"My lord—" the little boy in Tsing Yi ran into the room step by step.

The man who was still asleep suddenly woke up, the corners of his upturned mouth froze in an instant, and his obsidian eyes were enough to make people sink, as deep as a clear spring, as pure as ice and snow, as distant as an autumn moon.That gaze, even for a second, is enough to sink people.

"What made you so flustered?" The lazy voice seemed to be whispering to a lover.

"My lord." The little boy trembled in panic, and then kowtowed happily to the male character, "It's that poem, a girl wrote it, and it's about the same as what you expected, full of spring flowers and autumn moons."

"Oh?"

"It's true. What the girl wrote was: When is the spring, flowers and autumn moon, and how much do you know about the past. The small building was blown by the east wind last night, and the old country can't bear to look back in the moonlight. The carvings and jade brickwork should still be there, but the red face has changed. I ask you How much sorrow can there be is just a river of spring water flowing eastward."

The little boy in Tsing Yi couldn't hide the excitement on his face, and he talked endlessly about Feng Yi's outstanding temperament and how he surprised everyone.It wasn't until he said that he was dressed in red that the lingering man on the soft couch seemed to have reacted, and his dark eyes became more profound.

"But there is a string of bells?"

The little boy was taken aback for a moment, and replied obediently: "Yes."

"Then what is her name?"

"My son doesn't know."

"Then go and ask." Ru Moqing silk slipped down one by one along the raised jade arms, wrapping around the man's slender fingertips.

"Yes." The little boy hurried out of the backyard, and the man on the couch closed his eyes and fell asleep again as if tired, the tulle blown by the wind blurred the faces of the people in the room, and it was far and quiet.

Feng Yi in the hall was getting impatient for a long time. Fortunately, the maid named Yaoqiu kept introducing the situation of Yaoyue Tower to her.

Otherwise, she can't guarantee that she won't turn around and leave.

The little boy in Tsing Yi finally came out amid Feng Yi's incomparable resentment and slander.In a hurry... no!Shi Feizang ran towards her anxiously, not even paying attention to etiquette, and asked directly, "Miss Fang's name?"

Don't ask again? !Feng Yi? !She was not stupid enough to use these two names, so she could only smile and say, "Wangyou."

Worry, forget worry.Feng Yi suddenly remembered the almost desolate eyes of the man in the golden iron horse that day.How much can I ask you to worry?

It is a river of spring water flowing eastward.King Lanling, do you understand?

(End of this chapter)