Quick Transmigration: The Host is Soft and Sweet

Well.

According to reports from his subordinates, in order to prevent Ouyang Lian from becoming too sensitive, the Eastern Capital Government's visits to him basically opened one eye and closed one eye.

Therefore, he must have seen the fake Bei Xiuli many times.

It's just that the relationship between Yibei Xiuli and Ouyang Lian...The pretending little guard, in order to win his trust, shouldn't he also sacrificed himself to him...?

Thinking of this, the image of the little guard who had never met, suddenly grew 18 meters tall in the little guy's heart.

But the next second.

Her little head, melon seeds, received a light knock.

"At a young age, what are you thinking about?"

Looking at Xiang Xing's dull look, Feng Lan couldn't help but laugh again and again.

He tightened his arms calmly and shook his head slightly, "Didn't I tell you, Fengxianglou, in order to control a person's mind, almost all kinds of incense with different effects will be used."

"So, Xiao Anwei just used the spring incense I gave her to make Ouyang Lian have a good night's dream... I, Feng Lan, always respect the wishes of my subordinates~ "

"...How many magical fragrances are there in your house?"

Listening to the man's smug chuckle, the little guy tilted his head and looked at him strangely.

With so many weird effects, not so much Ecstasy, it is more appropriate to say that it is a spell...

Thinking, Xiang Xing pursed his mouth slightly, and muttered in a low voice, "Is this Fengxiang Building an intelligence agency or a magic den..."

"Fengxianglou is of course an intelligence agency directly under the Daxuanyuan imperial family~"

Feng Lan laughed, and suddenly grabbed the little guy's slender shoulders and straightened her back.

Qingcheng's peerless peach blossom eyes blinked freely, and under the moonlight, they became even more seductive, "If you really think so, then I am a fairy..."

"Moreover, a fairy who can eat people~"

When the voice fell, Xiang Xing could only feel the handsome face suddenly magnified in front of him.

His kiss fell suddenly.

...

In the end, the dizzy little guy saw the man in front of him as if he had eaten 20 passion pancakes in the imperial dining room, and he was very satisfied with his thin lips.

She pressed her pink lips subconsciously.

Humph, what kind of fairy cannibals, eating tofu is almost the same.

"Well, I will explain it to you seriously."

Looking at the girl's slightly resentful eyes, Feng Lan raised her lips and smiled lightly, and embraced her again.

Then he took out a piece of incense from his sleeve and dangled it casually. He said, "Actually, this incense-making technique was taught by my mother to my brothers and sisters."

"My mother's ancestor was also from Beihu. It is said that he was a relative of Beihu's emperor...and in those days, this was also the secret method that the Beihu imperial family did not pass on."

"……what?"

Xiang Xing sounded a little confused.

She blinked her eyes softly, and couldn't help asking, "Then why didn't Bei Xiuli and her guard leader smell it?"

"Well……"

Feng Lan shrugged his shoulders lightly, "My mother said so. In my great-great-grandfather generation, that old ancestor was defeated by the current Beihu royal family when he was vying for the throne of Beihu."

"Therefore, in his anger, he brought this secret method out of Beihu Palace, and the incense technique was lost in Beihu~"

"That's it."

The little guy nodded seemingly.

After thinking about it, he suddenly raised his head again and looked at the man very seriously.

"Brother Fenglan, that said, you also belong to the royal blood... You tell Xing'er honestly, have you ever thought about grabbing a throne or something?"