"Everyone in the class will stay in this hotel tonight." She raised her head and glanced at him, her face looking relaxed and relaxed.
The people who were following closely behind suddenly slipped under their feet, especially the top brass of the hotel, who were so frightened that they almost had a heart attack. He looked at Leng Yiyao who was stopping at the elevator entrance with dull eyes, and almost took a breath.
Helmer frowned and looked at Rhodes' parents almost subconsciously.
As the organizer of the party here, Rhodes' parents wanted to give him a slap in the face. What did he think at that time, that he would announce in a high-profile manner on the stage that he had booked the entire Royal Capital Hotel
The key point is that Leng Yiyao actually said it in front of the marshal. Doesn't this make people think that they had made up their mind to let Leng Yiyao stay overnight
Rhodes' father was about to speak tremblingly, but he saw Auston suddenly come out from the side and added slowly: "I didn't say that the hotel was reserved for the convenience of people who live far away, and not everyone in the class They’re all reserved for the night.”
The people in the special class had their minds turned around in an instant, secretly appreciating in their hearts that the deputy squad leader was indeed a quick thinker. So, they turned around and nodded wildly towards Leng Yiyao with extremely sincere eyes. If the marshal thought that they forced Leng Yiyao to stay here tonight, hiss—
I don't know why, but I suddenly felt that the screams in the presidential suite seemed louder.
"Yes, yes! My family has never let me stay out overnight." He was telling lies with his eyes open. It was clear that when he called to report tonight, his whole face lit up.
"I have never been used to staying in hotels. If I stay here, I have to take a detour to go to school tomorrow. I must go home." This was to fool her into not knowing the terrain of the Imperial Capital. She clearly didn't need to go from the Imperial Capital Port to Shengde High School. What a detour.
Leng Yiyao lazily folded his arms and looked at them. What are you doing? Is he a man who knows the current affairs
After Frey took care of things in the presidential suite, as soon as he went out, he happened to hear the marshal say in disgust: "Let's go, you can live anywhere, but the room here is too unlucky."
When did people who were used to seeing mountains of swords, seas of fire, and corpses everywhere still keep the word "bad luck" in their hearts
After hearing this, the senior management of the hotel almost cried their eyes out!
What is bad luck
The unlucky people have all been "hanged on the southeastern branch" by them, so where can there be any unlucky people? Marshal, if you want to take someone away, you shouldn't do this~
Leng Yiyao's eyes fell on everyone, deep and shallow, and for a long time, she curled her lips and said calmly: "It's a pity."
No one knew what she meant by "what a pity". They thought she was telling the truth, or she was just sighing that she couldn't stay overnight, but in fact...
She really didn't have any experience of sleeping out in a group. It felt like tonight was like a school outing where food and accommodation were concentrated. It's a pity that Huo Qiming made such a scene. No matter how powerful his brain circuit is, he probably can't live in peace and quiet. Lived.
When her three words fell, Frey clearly heard everyone in the corridor let out a collective breath.
Look, let you live as long as you live, let you die or die, Xiaosheng admires this method of manipulating people's hearts.
Auston smiled playfully, leaned against the corner, and watched Leng Yiyao leave step by step.
Tonight, this farce was only in the presidential suite of a Imperial Hotel, but if the gag order had not been issued, starting from tomorrow, everyone in the entire Imperial Capital would probably know that the Marshal was extremely protective of someone.
Leng Yiyao, a high school transfer student, is just the daughter of a rich man in D city, but with such skill and courage, such a way of using violence to fight violence and such cunning tactics, who can really see through her true nature
There was silence in the special class. Leng Yiyao was about to leave, but suddenly he saw her back.
"Oh, by the way." Leng Yiyao suddenly lowered her head and smiled at Rhodes' parents.
I don’t know why, but the person kneeling on the ground suddenly trembled all over.
She waved her hand, but smiled with a graceful face: "It's fine that everyone knows what happened tonight. I don't want my high school life to be too lively." Almost half of the people present came to the imperial capital. Business celebrities. Although some people were involved and did not go upstairs, the number of people kneeling here alone was already extraordinary in the imperial capital business district. She smiled, but her eyes were as dull as water, indifferent.
This is a gag order.
only… .
Rhode's parents carefully peeked in the direction of the marshal and announced this in front of him. Why do they always feel that the young lady made the decision directly without the marshal
It's not like she's avoiding all kinds of noisy rumors to the marshal, but it's more like she's actively hiding herself in the dark.
But doesn’t she know how much trouble can be saved by having the reputation of a marshal on his head
The corridor suddenly became eerily quiet, and everyone was too nervous to say anything.
At this time, no one dared to answer, everyone was waiting for another answer.
"Do as she says." For a long time, the noble and cold voice came down from high and spread throughout the corridor.
Rhodes didn't know why, but he felt a chill on his back. Looking up again, I saw the figures of Marshal and Leng Yiyao flashing away and disappearing at the elevator door...
That was the first time he saw a domineering man walking side by side with a woman on TV or in newspapers.
He originally thought that men were superior to women in this world, but at this moment, watching their two figures disappear in the light of the elevator entrance, for some reason, he suddenly thought of a word - a perfect match. It was as if no one around them would be like this.
Taking the elevator down from a 64-story high-rise building only takes a blink of an eye. Leng Yiyao and Hemo stood in the elevator, neither of them spoke. One was half-leaning against the elevator mirror, eyes closed, and the other was looking down, looking into people's hearts.
When the elevator reached the bottom floor, fifteen military bulletproof vehicles lined up neatly. If you didn't know the details of this formation, you would probably think that something major happened in the military world.
Leng Yiyao was not surprised to see Zhai Mu standing next to the first car and looking over calmly. He even smiled at her as he looked at her.
Tonight, the person who knows her whereabouts the most is naturally her "exclusive driver". However, when she and Rhodes left Shengde High School after club activities, she had already said hello to him. Unexpectedly, he didn't leave, which was true of his duty.
"In some ways, it's absolutely impossible to live in a place with you." Hemo followed her gaze and glanced at Zhai Mu. For so long, except when he was testing guns in D City, he felt that he was of some use. , this was the second time I felt that it was a good decision to bring this person to the Capital Military District.
Leng Yiyao blinked and thought, wasn't the person he was talking about Conan? People die wherever they go, it's like being cheated and transformed into a god of death.
"I never take the initiative to stir up trouble." As for others looking for trouble on their own, that's beyond her ability. She is already very low-key.
Speaking of which, until her physical strength is fully restored, she would rather continue to be the daughter of a merchant in D City in the eyes of others. Look, there is no threat at all, she can do whatever she wants. We only live a lifetime and our time is limited, so why should we burden ourselves with so many things? She has seen too many times, no matter how powerful the power is, one last move is careless, and the whole game is lost and disappears into thin air. Why bother
Helmer lowered his head to look at her and chuckled. She never takes the initiative to cause trouble? Did she know that with her personality, no ordinary people could protect her in the empire. Even if the emperor's daughter, the eldest princess, was favored and favored back then, wouldn't she still be despised by the people because of her disconnected relationship with a married woman, and forced to avoid the border due to public criticism
It has been many years since I left. Except for the annual royal ball, where all the royal nobles in the empire gathered together, the face of the arrogant eldest princess had never been seen. The emperor thought she was embarrassing and had turned his back on her for a long time. The eldest princess's mother-in-law also had a delicate status and did not dare to interfere in the emperor's happiness and anger.
Even the most noble princess born in the empire cannot live a casual life. She still feels that she has tolerated everything around her? You must know that the class she is in now is the top nobles, plutocrats, and empresses of famous families in the empire. In her eyes, such people are no different from ordinary beings. He is really curious about who can leave a mark in her eyes. .
However, when he thought of the royal ball, his eyes suddenly darkened. "Lu Chen handed you an invitation?"
The royal masquerade is already a long-awaited grand event in the imperial capital. Although it will only be held next month, now who is invited has basically become the focus of the upper class. After all, the people invited to a ball of this size directly represent their status in the empire. The internal strife within the royal family has lasted for a long time. Now, due to the death of the second prince Lu Ming, there are many suspicions within the entire royal family. In addition, the eldest prince's grandfather was directly "accidentally" burned to death at the royal airport. There are all kinds of strange things, even if they don't need to be revealed, anyone with a discerning eye will notice them. You’ll know just by looking at it.
Under such circumstances, the royal family has always used more shocking news to cover up the dark side of decay and ugliness. Therefore, the eldest prince, Lu Chen, who has reached marriageable age and is the first heir to the throne, became the masquerade party. key.
Even though all the invitations have not been distributed yet, the news has gradually spread in the imperial capital.
Although no one knows who Lu Chen will personally invite, but...
He looked quietly at Leng Yiyao who was walking towards the back seat. He almost didn't need to ask anyone to know that that person would never change his mind.
Leng Yiyao raised her eyebrows in surprise. This was really strange. Hemo hadn't heard Zhai Mu mention it before? Obviously when he came to pick her up at the gate of the military academy that day, he and Lu Chen bumped into each other, and after she got off Lu Chen's car and held the invitation letter in her hand, she did not shy away from him.
When Leng Yiyao got into the car, Zhai Mu had already started the car engine and the car was slowly on the road.
She found that this person was quite interesting. She knew how to use a knife, and it was he who revealed her whereabouts tonight to Hemo. But when it came to Lu Chen, why did he suddenly shut up
"Yes. I promise to participate when the time comes." The scenery outside the window quickly reversed, and she yawned, answering matter-of-factly.
Helmer suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Go back to the Commander's Mansion."
There was a hint of helplessness in the faint voice. He probably really couldn't do anything to her. After all, what she wants to do and say seems to be only affected by her own will, and no one can control it. At first, when he saw her family, he found it strange that they were such a mismatched family. Now he finally understood that no matter what her blood relationship was, from the bottom of her heart, her character was free and carefree. You can ask her for advice and give her advice, but as for whether she listens and whether she is willing to implement it, sorry, that is her own business, and no one should try to interfere.
Leng Yiyao actually didn't know why she wanted to go back to the Marshal's Mansion with Hemo, because even if she went back, she should go back to her villa. Oh, no, let me correct you, it is a "borrowed" villa. Thinking about it this way, there is essentially no difference. It seems that no matter where he goes, he will be within Hemo's sphere of influence. The key is that whether it is her driver Zhai Mu or her classmates, whether it is their belly or back, they are all his people now. Well, even if they are not his people, as long as he looks at them, the other person will immediately fall next to his legs. . What does it mean to turn against one another? This is it. Arguing with him about which way to go home at night
Leng Yiyao tilted her head and sat on the leather seat, looking up at the moon in boredom. Thinking about it, it was not her doing such a waste of words.
Frey sat in the passenger seat, almost crying tears of sympathy for his master. I have never seen any young lady as invulnerable as Leng Yiyao!
"Where did the gun come from?" The car drove for five minutes. It was too quiet. Hemo had already silently digested the news that Leng Yiyao had agreed to attend Lu Chen's concubine selection ball. Finally, he chose a topic to break the silence. .
"I just graduated from the military academy." She blinked, thinking that this topic didn't seem safe. After all, anyone who arbitrarily brings military school guns privately will be punished by the military school once discovered. However, when he came to her to test the gun, there was such a big gun room with all kinds of guns except the sniper. How could she be indifferent? I randomly picked one that was lightweight and easy to carry, but I didn’t expect that it would actually come in handy. She chuckled, and in front of Hemo, she gently stretched out her right hand, as if by magic, with a backhand, the gun that was so dark and emitting cold light was already at her fingertips.
"Go back and ask Frey to help you choose something more advantageous." He smiled, but his heart was shocked. After all, she had left the gun room with him and Frey and actually walked away with a gun in front of him. He didn't know what else she couldn't do if she really wanted to do it.
"By the way, the ropes on Huo Qiming and the others can't last for more than a few minutes. What did you do to them?" The wind speed caused by the armed helicopter and the convective wind on the high-rise building are not trivial. The ropes will definitely not last for more than a few minutes. If he really fell, even if a silence order was issued, the families behind the forty young men and rich girls would also get wind of it.
"See for yourself." Helmer pressed the switch, and the car's window slowly lowered in an instant. Not far away, in mid-air, there was a shadow reflected on the side of the moon...
Leng Yiyao took a look. It was a bit far away and he wasn't very clear.
At this moment, Frey, who was sitting in the front row, suddenly whispered something through the communication device. Soon, the shadow was getting closer and closer to them.
Until the sound of the propeller became clearer, and she finally saw clearly that it was the armed helicopter just now!
The roaring helicopter flew by, but there was something extra on the pedals of the plane. It was actually two strings of twists tied...
Well, yes, there are two strings of special military ropes, and the young men and beauties hanging upside down are tied to them like they are being braided, with gold hooks hanging upside down...
Tsk tsk tsk, the howling sound of the ghost fox and wolf became more and more tragic and shrill.
It flashed past the top of my head and gradually flew away again...
In essence, Leng Yiyao felt that she was quite a dark person. Seeing Hemo's move, she suddenly felt that this man was indeed the same type of person as herself. As expected when she first saw him, he had this kind of personality. Feel. How easy it is for a person to want to die. If he feeds a bullet directly, he can die in any posture he wants, and he can be satisfied every minute. But what she likes most is to make people unable to live or die.
This is the highest level of torture for a person.
Aren’t those people interested in depriving others of their dignity and bottom line? Then do the opposite and play on them.
The forbidden substances they wanted to give her were injected back into their bodies. If they wanted "lele", they would have fun back on their swing.
Look, how unified. She doesn't need to innovate at all.
"However, with so many wealthy families suddenly losing their legitimate son overnight, there will probably be trouble tomorrow, right?" She suddenly remembered that Huo Qiming's most critical source of support was not his father, but his grandfather. That is the legendary shipping king. Think about it, early in the morning, a group of business leaders suddenly discovered that their beloved ones were missing, and they had to turn the imperial capital upside down!
"Leng Yiyao." He suddenly called her name.
"Huh?" The corner of her teasing mouth paused slightly, and she subconsciously looked up at him.
"Who do you think the person sitting in front of you is!" He looked at her with an innocent look and an indifferent expression. His voice was calm, but every word was soul-catching.
Yes, who is he!
Across the empire, a single move can subvert everyone's imagination. He killed moles, killed nine rebel tribes in the military world, and made headlines in the empire, but he was still revered like a god. Just because he is Hemo! The God of Military World!
Having decided the life and death of so many people with his own hands, he was just a piece on a chessboard in the blink of an eye. In his eyes, business celebrities were no different from ants.
At this moment, Ling Lie's aura burst out on the car, and Leng Yiyao suddenly felt the oncoming domineering force. At that moment, I actually felt a little lost...
Then, he raised the corners of his lips and smiled slyly.
I'm afraid, starting from tomorrow, there will no longer be a "Ship King" in the Imperial Capital...
Frei and Zhai Mu didn't say a word from beginning to end, but they heard with their own ears how someone "killed someone with a borrowed knife." This feeling was very strange.
This is not a conspiracy, but Chi Guoguo's conspiracy. Needless to say, they were marshals, but they all knew that Leng Yiyao's words just now were not really fearful, or worried about how much trouble those business celebrities would cause, but a kind "reminder" that the root of the problem must be eradicated. , otherwise, the spring breeze will blow again...
How is this different from the time when the marshal ordered the massacre of the entire clan of high-ranking military officials and traitors
The night wind was cold, but it was not as cold as the feeling in my heart at this moment.
"Ah~" Leng Yiyao squinted her eyes, suddenly yawned, and fell sleepily into the back seat: "I'll take a nap for a while. Call me when you get there."
She hasn't practiced piano for a long time, and today's club activities consumed a lot of her brain cells. But the group of cowards just now made her relax for a while. Leng Yiyao lazily closed her eyes, thinking that she would need to strengthen her physical training in the future. You didn't do much physical work today, why do you get sleepy so easily
Watching someone fall into a dream in front of the Marshal, Frey could almost put an ostrich egg in his mouth. Miss Leng, are you too casual? Have you really forgotten who the person in front of you is
Hemo slowly lowered his gaze. The car was an extended car and the back seat was extremely spacious. He and Leng Yiyao were face to face. Now seeing her almost lying on her back, he couldn't help but sigh softly.
Do you not understand, or do you not want to understand
He suddenly didn't want to ask.
"Marshal..." Fred paused for a moment and was about to ask if he should turn on the air conditioner. If Leng Yiyao was allowed to sleep at this temperature, he might catch a cold tomorrow.
However, Hemo suddenly raised his hand and interrupted his voice.
Inside the car, there was suddenly silence.
After a long time, a rustling sound came from the back seat.
Frei didn't dare to look back as he expected, only Zhai Mu glanced through the reflector.
The majestic emperor actually accommodated someone by sitting next to her, leaning her crooked head in his arms to prevent her from being bumpy and give her peace...
At this moment, there was a quiet peace flowing between the two people, as if no one could break it.
Zhai Mu suddenly withdrew his eyes and focused on the road in front of him again. However, this time, his face was expressionless and his expression was straight...
That night, the car drove very smoothly, and when we arrived at the Marshal's Mansion, it wasn't even eleven o'clock.
Leng Yiyao slept all the way and regained a lot of energy. When she got out of the car, she looked up and saw that the moon was getting brighter.
"Is the fat chef here?" she asked casually, suddenly missing the other person's craftsmanship. Although the catering at Rhodes's parents' dinner was provided by top hotels, the taste was still a bit different from that of Fat Chef.
"It's easy to accumulate food when eating so late, which is bad for your stomach." Someone's voice came from behind.
She stretched out and said, "I know, I'm just thirsty and want to drink some juice." She felt warm all over after sleeping all the way, but her throat immediately seemed a little dry. She turned her head and smiled softly at him: "Don't worry, I won't kidnap him and run away."
At this moment, she was smiling like a cute girl. She didn't have any scheming in her eyes, but her eyes were full of anticipation for juice.
Hemo shook his head and said, "As you wish."
He didn't believe that the fat chef could run away, but he was afraid that if she had wings, she could fly to the sky and escape.
Leng Yiyao's eyes lit up and she immediately summoned Frei: "Did you hear that? Hurry up and ask the chef to give me freshly squeezed juice. I want to drink kiwi and pomegranate juice."
Frey felt that no one was normal today.
Zhai Mu, who had made a great contribution, was taciturn along the way. After all, it was Miss Leng who was sleeping. But when she woke up, she ordered people to squeeze juice with a natural look on her face. She didn't look like she was staying at a man's house.
ah… .
Frey's mind lit up and he suddenly realized that this was not the first time Leng Yiyao had stayed at the Marshal's Mansion. She had also kept the toiletries from last time. Thinking about it this way, I felt like I was making a fuss out of a molehill.
Ever since everyone in the marshal's house knew that a woman had entered the house, it seemed that whether they were soldiers or other personnel, they had become more and more accustomed to Leng Yiyao's presence.
Frey pursed his lips and suddenly looked at the marshal who was walking slowly along the lawn to his room.
Is this the legendary "moistening things silently"
Unknowingly, Miss Leng got used to everything, and then, she was sure to hit with one hit and capture with ease
Because of this thought, the resentment towards the Marshal for being Leng Yiyao's pillow all the way was completely gone. Frey smiled like a spring breeze and nodded fiercely at Leng Yiyao: "Okay, I'll ask the chef to squeeze the juice immediately."
hiss-
Leng Yiyao looked at the originally arrogant and aloof young man who suddenly changed his attitude. One moment he was sullen, and the next moment he was smiling like everything was coming to life. Goosebumps all over his body immediately appeared. Shaking, he turned around and saw that Zhai Mu hadn't left yet. He couldn't help but frowned at him: "What's wrong with Frey?"
What's wrong
Zhai Mu raised his head, his eyes dark.
Even he has never stepped into this majestic and magnificent building a few times. More often than not, it was Frey who relayed orders from the marshal, who was on call downtown or elsewhere. But looking at the familiar look of all the guards looking at Leng Yiyao, he suddenly understood that it was not the first time for this person to come to this Marshal's Mansion.
Perhaps, before he knew it, many things were already different from those in D city.
"Maybe he's thirsty too." He smiled lightly, a sharp edge flashing in his eyes, as if he was joking or answering her question.
At this moment, Leng Yiyao leisurely covered her lips and hid a yawn on her lips: "Food is the most important thing for people. This is the truth."
Although Zhai Mu was not in a very good mood at the moment, he was a little speechless by her appearance. This person seems to have never bothered to hide his "foodie" nature, and is always willing to maximize his appetite.
"Let's go." He turned around and turned around the car. He is different from Frey. The latter is the Marshal's personal soldier and is inseparable. He naturally has the right to live in the Marshal's Mansion. However, he is just an ordinary officer. It is so late and he should go back.
"Good night." Leng Yiyao said hello, nodded, and turned around at the same time, stepping into the threshold of the Marshal's Mansion.
That night, the fat chef, who had gone to bed early, was suddenly pulled out of the bed. Before he could lose his temper, he heard that Miss Leng had returned home with the marshal.
I'm such a good boy!
What were you doing in the middle of the night? My mouth is dry and I need to drink juice
Not to mention that there was something wrong with the fat chef's thinking, but in the middle of the night, he suddenly didn't want anything, so he just said he was thirsty. He thought of Leng Yiyao's pair of delicate red lips, secretly showing "thirst" to the marshal. posture….
The fat chef suddenly felt hot all over and full of energy!
This is a moment for the benefit of the marshal!
Be sure to roll up your sleeves and work hard!
As soon as Gulu got up, he didn't need the guards behind him to follow him. He immediately rushed to the kitchen, took out the fruit machine, and happily picked out the kiwi fruit and pomegranate that Leng Yiyao liked. He broke open the pomegranate and carefully picked out the pulp. Pour it into the machine to make the juice.
Soon, two glasses of juice were ready.
Mind you, it's two cups.
He excitedly picked up the cup, put it on the tray, and carried it towards the marshal's bedroom, but when he was about to reach his destination, he was stopped by Frey. "You went the wrong way, it's for Miss Leng!"
"Huh?" Didn't they come back together
Faced with Fat Chef Chi Guoguo's eyes, Frey coughed awkwardly: "I'll give it to you as soon as I ask you to. How can you talk so much?"
If he hadn't been afraid that he would make the same big mistake as last time and accidentally watch Miss Leng taking a bath, and be afraid that the marshal would find out and be sent to the border, would he have left this matter to the chef
Although the fat chef looks a bit fat and looks silly, he actually has a pretty smart mind. Take the oily shrimp incident as an example. At the moment of the accident, when he first decided to hug Leng Yiyao, he would definitely move towards Leng Yiyao. Even if the highest-ranking person in the room was the marshal, he couldn't change his mind at all. In fact, he won the bet. Not only was he not punished for his original mistakes, but he also became the first chef to be firmly in the Marshal's Mansion. You know, the marshal has never paid special attention to appetite. He will never eat after meal time, so the chefs in the house have always been on a rotational basis, and no one can stay here at night.
Why can he live here? it goes without saying.
Since Miss Leng and the Marshal were not together, he naturally did not dare to say anything more. He immediately carefully carried the juice and walked quickly to Leng Yiyao's guest room.
Knocking on the door, sure enough, the voice of the person inside was very sober: "Is the juice ready?"
"Yes, Miss Leng, I'll give you the freshly squeezed one, which is guaranteed to taste good." The fat chef immediately replied, with a simple and honest look, and three lines on his chin.
Leng Yiyao had just finished taking a shower, but this time her change of pajamas was prepared in the room, so when she opened the door, except for her hair wrapped in a scarf, the rest of the room was the same as usual. "Thanks for disturbing your rest so late."
Her hand stopped on the tray and paused slightly, "Have you prepared two cups?"
"Um, I originally thought you were with the marshal..." He spoke carefully while looking at Leng Yiyao's face. But midway through his words, he suddenly realized that his words sounded quite strange. A man and a woman alone, why stay together in the middle of the night? of… . His face straightened, and he immediately followed: "We were discussing things together. I didn't expect the marshal to have returned to the house, so I sent it to you first."
Leng Yiyao waved her hand and took a cup casually. There was only one cup left, but it was difficult to give it to Frey. So she raised her head and smiled faintly at him: "Thank you for your hard work. Give the remaining cup to the marshal. You can Rest, I have nothing else to do here."
"Hey, okay." The fat chef nodded. For some reason, he suddenly felt that he had done something very remarkable inadvertently.
This premonition was verified the moment he conveyed Leng Yiyao's intention when he saw Frey.
"Are you serious?" Frey looked at the fat chef with piercing eyes: "Miss Leng really said that you want you to give this glass of juice to the marshal?"
Although the fruits used came from the Marshal's Mansion and the manpower used also came from the Marshal's Mansion, Miss Leng clearly did not eat alone, which meant that she was still thinking about the Marshal, right
The fat chef couldn't understand the brain circuit of the officer in front of him. It was just a glass of juice. How could he be so happy? However, he still lowered his head in a sensible manner and smiled happily: "Yes, Miss Leng personally told me that it must be given to the marshal."
"Okay, okay -" Frey said a series of "yes", thinking to himself, it is not in vain that the marshal rushed to the imperial capital harbor so late to be so angry that he became a beauty!
As long as you are willing, a glass of juice is the starting point!
"Just give it to me, I'll send it up!"
The fat chef watched Frey happily holding the glass of juice in his hands as if holding some treasure, and happily ran to the marshal's dormitory. He thought to himself, what is wrong with this man now? So easily satisfied? A glass of juice, juice that the marshal usually doesn't even look at...
Shaking his head, dragging his increasingly plump body, the chef returned to his residence on his own.
On the other hand, when Hemo saw Frey, who was grinning from ear to ear, he eagerly handed over a glass of juice, his expression almost frozen.
"What's this?"
"Juice!" Frey smiled so hard that his eyes were crooked, and he almost suspected that the marshal was knowingly asking.
Hemo had a headache and rubbed his temples. Of course he knew it was juice, but if he had a late-night snack or was thirsty, why did it come to him
Frey's eyes lit up, and before Hemo could speak, he immediately added: "Miss Leng ordered that there be only two drinks in total, one for her and one for you."
The hand that was about to push the juice away paused slightly.
After a long time, the strong hand held the cup and dropped it on the table. "I know, you can go and rest."
Frey actually wanted to look up and see the marshal's expression at this moment, but he was afraid that if he really did it, he wouldn't be able to see the rising sun tomorrow morning. Comparing the two, in the end, I honestly chose to retire with peace of mind.
For a moment, there was only one person in the dormitory with the door closed, looking down at the glass of juice on the table and meditating.
The handsome side face looked like a miracle in the shadow of the lamp. He suddenly lowered his head, smiled softly, and rubbed his fingertips back and forth on the rim of the cup, as if he was reminiscing about tonight, the moment he clasped her slender waist for a long time. , drink it all in one gulp...
The moment he put the wine glass back on the table, he suddenly curled his lips and smiled gracefully.
It's just begun, isn't it
As long as he thinks about the concubine selection dinner, Lu Chen can still go to heaven!
Royal masquerade, right? Didn’t it say it would be held next month
He wanted to see what kind of princess the emperor, who was obsessed with royal inheritance and obsessed with power, would choose for his good son...
At night, the cold moon shines on this empire. How many people toss and turn, sleepless all night, and how many people are frightened and disappear from the world...
In that bedroom, which was so cold that it seemed like a palace of coldness all year round, a man was playing with the glass, his eyes full of darkness, which was breathtaking! .