The girl in front of her eyes gradually overlapped with the shadow in her memory.
Leng Fengying's pupils constricted, and the hand holding his head became stiff.
His thin lips trembled, and his hoarse voice suddenly sounded: "Ye... Ye Qingluo, it's you... it's you?!"
Ye Qing sneered and hooked his lips: "Are you sober?"
He was startled, smelling the strong smell of alcohol on his body, a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face.
He got up from the ground in a panic, flapping his wrinkled robe.
He remembered.
Not long ago, Ye Qingqian took the Tiger Talisman of Xilan Continent from him with a tough attitude.
And used such humiliating words, insulting him, humiliating him.
But he was helpless.
As a prince, he can't do anything.
Not even the right to walk out of this luxurious palace.
He just wants to numb himself with alcohol.
Only drunk, drunk to unconsciousness.
Only then can he not think of such a useless side of himself.
Then…
Then he seemed to see a fairy.
The fairy gave him a pill, and he...
Leng Fengying suddenly came back to his senses: "Did you feed me hangover pills just now?"
"Otherwise what do you think it is?" Ye Qingluo raised his eyebrows, "Poison? You are not qualified to poison me now."
Leng Fengying pursed her lips, her eyes burst into anger, but she clenched her fists tightly and pressed them down in her heart.
Yes, Yiye Qingluo's current position.
If she wants to kill him.
It's just a matter of minutes.
"What do you want me to do for you?" Leng Fengying didn't beat around the bush. He was very curious. Now that the entire Xilan Continent has been controlled by Ye Qingqian, what else can Ye Qingluo do? , reverse this ending
Ye Qingluo curled her lips, her brows and eyes smiled calmly: "It's not for me, but for yourself."
Leng Fengying's expression turned serious.
Ye Qingluo continued to laugh and said, "Are you willing to let... that woman who once almost became your wife control your life and death? Are you really willing to hand over the dynasty of Xilan Continent?"
She paused for a moment, and smiled more flamboyantly: "Leng Fengying, your ambition will not allow you to be willing."
It seems to have been poked into the heart.
Leng Fengying's fist was clenched tightly.
Tight body, muscle mass, lines are extremely obvious.
Seeing his most direct reaction, Ye Qingluo said frivolously, "How is it, do you need my help?"
The corner of Tang Beiyuan's mouth twitched in the dark.
She is worthy of being the future mistress of their imperial palace.
I really don't want to eat at all.
She took the initiative to find Leng Fengying.
No matter what, Leng Fengying should do things for her.
In this way, after the matter is completed, Ye Qingluo owes Leng Fengying a favor.
However, under Ye Qingluo's few words.
It became Leng Fengying who needed Ye Qingluo's help.
People who owe favors have also evolved into Leng Fengying.
The future mistress and Lord Regal are really a perfect match!
Not only the corners of Tang Beiyuan's mouth twitched, but Leng Fengying looked at Ye Qingluo with a bit of speechlessness.
Xu Shi already knew Ye Qingluo's character.
Leng Fengying didn't argue with Ye Qingluo over this meaningless "belonging of favor".
"What do you need me to do?" The expression on his face was no longer as depressed as before.
There was some appreciation in Ye Qing's eyes.
This Leng Fengying was indeed much smarter than Leng Fenghua.
If it was Leng Fenghua, I'm afraid that today's downfall would be all blamed on her.
For example, it was because of her that he gave up on Ye Qingqian, which caused Ye Qingqian to come back for revenge.
Of course, Leng Fengying quickly adjusted her mentality.
I also quickly understood that what I should choose is the most correct choice.
*
[Blowing on the air conditioner is so annoying, I have a splitting headache, I took a painkiller and continued working!]