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Chapter 1211 My Palace Is Absolutely Gorgeous 15
Feng Xingche licked the corners of his lips slightly, the thoughts that he thought he had suppressed now rose rapidly again.

Lift your feet and approach the table.

The closer you get, the stronger the smell of the wine, but it's not the smoky scent, but the light scent.

Very comfortable.

"Yan Luo?" Feng Xingche sat on the seat next to him, and looked at Yan Luo's side face for a while, she seemed to be asleep, her pair of peach blossom eyes that were always full of infinite charm were closed, and there was a bright spot on her cheek. There was a little blush on her cheeks, and she didn't know whether it was because of the powder or because of drinking.

After watching for a long time, Feng Xingche raised his hand and slightly pushed Yan Luo's shoulder, calling out in a low voice.

That disgusting feeling did not strike.

Seeing Yan Luo frowned slightly, and raised his hand coquettishly to slap his annoying hand away, Feng Xingche couldn't help but a smile broke out on the corner of his lips.

'Ding——Fengxingche blackening value -1 (87/100)'

When he realized his current mood, Feng Xingche's movements paused slightly, and a trace of complexity flashed across his eyes.

The emotion just now, was it excitement?Are you happy?
It's a bit similar, but it feels unclear.

The smile on the corners of his lips receded little by little, Feng Xingche pursed the corners of his lips, stood up, approached Yan Luo, raised his hand to hug Yan Luo horizontally, and walked towards the bedroom.

Just after leaving the hall of the inner hall, Jiu Tao and the eunuch who was waiting at the side came up to welcome him, and he was stunned when he saw Feng Xingche hugging Yan Luo.

"Your Majesty." The eunuch asked in a tone of voice.

Feng Xingche frowned slightly, looked down at the scenery exposed by Yan Luo, and said in a low voice, "I'm resting here tonight, don't follow."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Feng Xingche opened his mouth, but naturally no one said anything, they could only stand there and watch Feng Xingche carry Yan Luo to the bedroom.

It was probably because Feng Xingche was not comfortable hugging him, the one in his arms muttered something dissatisfied, and then struggled for a long time, only to calm down under the horrified gazes of Jiu Tao and the eunuch, and then turned pale His hands generously placed on Feng Xingche's neck.

The most surprising thing is that Feng Xingche didn't mean to be annoyed at all. He lowered his head and said a few words, slightly adjusted the posture of the person in his arms, then stretched out one hand, and lifted the one hugging his neck. The sleeves of his hands were pulled up, and the exposed small section of fair skin was covered again.

It was just a ghost.

Not only the palace people waiting at the side had this idea in their hearts, even Feng Xingche himself had this idea of ​​seeing a ghost.

By the time he reacted, he had already completed this series of movements extremely smoothly.

And that so-called cleanliness shows no signs of breaking out.

Slightly lowering his eyes, Feng Xingche entered the bedroom and placed Yan Luo on the bed, but a small white hand grabbed by the neckline.

Just such a loose grip made Feng Xingche frown slightly, and wanted to raise his hand to take her hand off, but there was an inexplicable unbearable emotion.

This is God's tm can't bear.

Feng Xingche's expression became a little weird and troubled.

In the end, he took Yan Luo's hand and put her hand on her side.

Seeing Yan Luo's eyes half-closed and half-closed, it seemed as if he was woken up by his actions just now.

　Anan

　　
　
(End of this chapter)