As for what bad things Lady Yao was going to do in her disguise, Luo Qianhua's mind wandered, and she secretly had fun all the way to Lenghua Palace. Admittedly, before strutting into Nan Liyue's bedroom, Qianhua stroked her forehead and began to make Even if no one sees Liu Fufeng's coquettish attitude at the moment, if an ignorant eye catches sight of the lively Yaofang Master, the consequences will be disastrous.
Lenghua Palace is very different from Yunqi Palace. No matter whether it is in the light or dark, Yunqi Palace is always patrolled by heavenly soldiers. However, the Lenghua Palace is so big, but it is as cold and cold as the Leng Palace. The cold and gorgeous palace is exactly the southern part of the palace. It was the usual style of people like Li Yue who were "indifferent as the moon and as cold as the cold stars". As for Mo Yunye and Luo Qianhua, it was only a long time later that they realized that Yunqi Palace was constantly guarded because Tianjun had no sense of security and was aloof. I can't sit back and relax. This whole life, I can't extricate myself from the panic covered by warmth.
Nan Liyue was not in the bedroom, Qianhua went in without permission. Considering that Yaofang was the lover of the Demon Lord, it would not be considered deviant to walk around in his bedroom. In this way, she started to jump up and down in no place. Next, it’s so crazy. Nan Liyue’s bedroom is just like his study, simple yet elegant, with no extraneous furnishings. Unlike Mo Yunye’s room, where rare treasures are everywhere, elegance and wealth can be seen. And everything in Nanliyue has only one word - cold.
Qianhua climbed onto his big bed and hid under the golden velvet quilt for a moment. Before getting down, she accidentally scattered thorns all over the bed. The quilt fluttered down, and no one could see the invisible thorns for a moment. Don't wear it.
God knows how much premeditation and evil intentions Luo Qianhua's so-called "accident" actually contained.
Then, he began to sit at the table and wait for the arrival of the Demon Lord. Naturally, all the Zui Qianmi on the table flowed into Qianhua's stomach through another "accident".
However, as soon as the wine entered his intestines, he began to feel sleepy. When Nan Liyue opened the door and walked in, Qianhuajiang had a beautiful dream coming to him like a wave. He was sitting clearly, but he stumbled and almost fell to the edge of the table. If he hadn't suddenly noticed a cold wave. Qianhua probably won't be able to wake up even if it's coming straight at her.
The first reaction when she raised her head to look at Nan Liyue was to wait for the impatient complaint to blurt out: "You still know how to come back, so you can ask me to wait!" Fortunately, he realized in time that his image at the moment was that of the sick and limp Master Yaofang. So he cursed and hurriedly changed his words: "You... just came back. You must be tired, right? I'll help you get tea and change your clothes."
She stood up with an extremely graceful posture. She picked up the silver pot and lifted it gently. Only then did she realize that the wine inside had already entered her stomach. Now she was just silently watching her embarrassment and making a fool of herself. Fortunately, Qianhua was not inferior in her ability to adapt to changes. She put down the wine pot as if nothing had happened and approached slowly. Nan Liyue smiled and said softly: "It's not good to drink late at night, it's better to go to bed."
It's just that the first sentence is reasonable and clear, but the latter sentence is far-fetched. Nan Liyue's face is not good-looking. Ever since she opened the door and saw an inexplicable sick butterfly in her room, her handsome eyebrows have been frowning slightly. , seeing her wanting to pour the wine but not pouring it, and saying she wanted to change but not doing anything, finally asked in a deep voice and coldly: "What are you doing here?"
Qianhua's heart tightened: What are you doing here? Come to punish you! But you must not say this with your mouth, and your face should be full of pitiful innocence. You should lower your head and twist your waist slightly. Every word you swallow should not be loud and rough, and should be suppressed... Nasty: "I miss you tight." , as soon as I feel better, I will be eager to come and serve you." (To be continued)