Don't bother me, Lord Ghost King

"What did she come for?" The night poured out.

Ling Feng looks at him strangely. Shouldn't the master be overjoyed?

"The princess said it was a visit. Don't you want to see him?" Ling Feng carefully asked, master's mind is really difficult to guess. He had better not guess, just wait for orders.

"See you." Yeqingcheng said without hesitation that he was busy these days. I haven't seen him for a long time. He really missed her a little. The little thing still had a conscience. He sent it to her.

Night city quickly and skillfully put on the mask, the body a jump on the stable fall on the wheelchair, the whole person immediately showed decadent breath. Ling Feng walked over and silently put on the brocade quilt for him, pushing him out of the door.

Yun Linglong is sitting comfortably on the chair, holding a cup of tea full of fragrance, looking around. Prince an's mansion is really rich. In the middle of the hall is a rosewood table with chairs of the same color on both sides, on which are cushions woven with brocade. On the wall hang a few calligraphy and painting, antique, it seems very valuable. She carefully looked at the tea sets on the table. They were all exquisitely exquisitely made of suet jade. I wonder if they were the famous porcelains that later generations called "the family has ten thousand Guan, not as good as a piece of Jun kiln"? The window lattice is carved with red sandalwood. The breeze blows, and the Sisha is light and fragrant. When she looked out of the window, she found that valuable plants could be seen everywhere in the garden.

"Your Lord is so slow. He doesn't have to dress up. How can he be more troublesome than a woman?" After drinking a cup of tea, Linglong's patience was exhausted and he could not help complaining.

The servant girls of the two palaces were shocked for a while, and then they didn't go to the beginning. It's better not to return. Also, no one has ever dared to slander their Lord.

Ling Feng pushed night Qingcheng just to the door, a foot in the door, a foot out of the door to listen to a clear. Ling Feng tried his best to bear a smile. He guessed that the face under Wang Ye's mask must be black now.

Yeqingcheng is both angry and funny. She is a woman, but I didn't see her carefully dressed when I saw her several times! Don't say, she has a plain face, and she doesn't have the smell of powder. She is clean and refreshing, but she looks so comfortable.

"Keke, is Princess Linglong always plain faced when she goes out?" The night pours the city to ask.

Yun Linglong reaches out to touch her smooth cheek. Her white and red skin really doesn't need those things. With a smile, she said with confidence: "Lord, this plain face is the one that needs strength and courage most, OK?"

Those who can't go out without make-up are no beauties, but a delicate painting skin.

"What do you mean?" It's a little unresponsive.

"That is to say, I'm born beautiful. I don't need the rouge powder. You think, how hard it is to make up, when you want to laugh, you dare not laugh, for fear that the powder will fall off; I don't dare to cry when I want to. If I'm not careful, I'll turn into a cat. " Yunlinglong said later, he first laughed.

The sun slanted in, and her smile was so bright that people couldn't bear to move their eyes.

"Hiss" of a, Ling Feng also followed to laugh, they this quasi princess is not only very confident also very funny.

"Oh, no wonder all the women I saw at the Palace Banquet had the same smile." The night fell in love with the city.

Coral stabbed Linglong secretly, and motioned her to come to see her with her eyes.

Yun Linglong sighs quietly. What she dislikes most is the etiquette here. She has no dignity to kneel when she sees the elders and the people with high status.

"I've seen you before." The little servant girl has bowed down.

"No." Night Qingcheng slightly raised his hand, funny looking at some awkward cloud Linglong.

"Well, Lord, can I not kneel down to you?" Cloud Linglong picked pick eyebrows, bold looking at the night.

"It's not polite, princess." Coral scared, quickly remind her in a low voice.

Linglong can't see his happiness and anger, but sticks to his neck. In fact, there is not much sincerity in the external form of respect or disrespect.

"Why? Your legs have never broken The night fell, but I didn't get angry.

Linglong Duqi mouth, said: "I will marry you in the future, if you are not willing to love me now, how can I trust my life to you?"

She instantly raised this matter to a higher level. She didn't feel that she was too much. Coral turned white and Ling Feng bit her lower lip. Do all the daughters of the cloud family like to turn back?

"Are you sorry?" Night Qingcheng light asked, but there is anger in the eyes.

"What do you regret?" Cloud exquisite long opens big eyes confused ask.

Is there any necessary connection between this salute and regret?

Night Qingcheng thumb gently according to the forehead, he found himself to cloud Linglong, it is difficult to get angry.

"Are you as sorry as your sister for agreeing to my marriage?" He asked in spite of his anger.

"No, I said, one year is the limit. If you are not good, I will marry you. I will never go back." Yunlinglong very firm answer, she promised things will not easily change his mind, this is her principle.

"Well, I grant you permission not to kneel down." Night city moment in a good mood, very happy to agree to her this small request.

"I know the Lord is a good man." Yun Linglong said with a smile.

"..." the city is silent at night. This woman is really easy to satisfy!

Cloud exquisite long a few steps to go to night in front of the city, stretch out a hand to want to take away the brocade quilt, she wants to know this leg in the end hurt how much.

"What are you doing, princess?" Ling Feng was shocked and quickly stopped in front of him.

"I'll look at his legs, and then I can make a plan to heal him!" Yun Linglong naturally replied.

"You know the art of medicine?" The city is not calm at night.

Coral pulls Yun Linglong's sleeve. She already knows that the princess is a little strange, but Wang An's wound is not skin and flesh. So many national doctors are helpless. Can she surpass those people?

"Well, I cured his leg from the golden hair I used to raise." Yun Linglong is very proud of the example.

"Golden hair? What is that? " Ling Feng asked curiously.

"My dog Yun Linglong said without thinking.

She really wants to talk about Jinmao. She was held at birth and has deep feelings with her. I don't know how it is now and whether she is thinking about her.

"Dog?" Ling Feng grinned. Is it really better to compare with his master?