Chaos in Xianzhou

Fake laugh

When Ran Yi returned to the room, Chang Qiu had already woken up, and sat there in a daze, not knowing what to think, and when he saw Ran Yi coming back, he slowly smiled at him.

Then he took back all his conjectures in an instant, just sat there obediently, and sat next to him thoughtfully, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

Chang Qiu couldn't help being a little puzzled, didn't he just say to discuss Shen Cang's matter, why did he suddenly come back like this?

"What's the matter with you? Did they tell you something?"

Ran Yi nodded lightly. In fact, he felt that what his master said made sense. After all, he was the one who brought up the practice of immortality at the beginning.

And the master is also trying his best to teach him every day, but he didn't expect that the past few days would turn out to be so absurd, and the cultivation of immortal skills would also be wasted.

"Chang Qiu, the master asked me to discuss other matters just now, he said that I haven't practiced immortal arts due to being too busy, and I don't think it's very good.

So I plan to retreat for a period of time tomorrow, and then you must take good care of yourself during this period. When I said those words, I have reached a bottleneck period. I thought that as long as I don’t break through, nothing will happen.

But it seems that this is not the case. I can't live up to my master's expectations of me. What's more, when my immortal method is improved, I believe I can protect you well. "

Chang Qiu nodded lightly. To be honest, he was very touched. Maybe when the two of them hadn't met, Ran Yi practiced immortality just to make himself stronger.

But now that the two know each other, and Ran Yi seems to be practicing immortality to protect himself, how can this not move him?

"Don't worry, if you have anything to tell me, I will protect your time and wait for you obediently

When leaving customs, remember to take me to eat delicious food. "

Ran Yi nodded lightly, then stretched out his hand to stroke Chang Qiu's hair, tightly wrapped his arms around Chang Qiu's shoulders, and let his head rest on his chest.

The two of them just didn't say a word, Chang Qiu took a deep breath, trying to seal the smell of Ran Yi in his head.

"Don't worry, it's not about life and death. It's just that we haven't seen each other for a while. It's not like it didn't happen before, so don't cry."

Ran Yi stretched out his hand and gently scratched Chang Qiu's nose, seeing him glaring at himself shyly, almost unable to control himself, he lowered his head and kissed his mouth directly.

Chang Qiu, who was about to speak, was stunned for a moment, a tongue suddenly broke into his open mouth, and then he closed his eyes tightly, letting Ran Yi manipulate him.

Ran Yi and Chang Qiu think about how to catch Shen Cang all the time, and Huang Songjin and Qin Feng in the palace have to accept everyone's observation every day. To be honest, it's really a bit fake. up.

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It seems that since knowing that the emperor has found his own flesh and blood among the people, everyone is very curious about his appearance, and then many people line up to pay her respects every day.

It is even said that there are those inexplicable concubines who come to have a look, to see what this favored princess looks like, so that they can curry favor with her.

Qin Feng felt that he pretended to smile every day, and his face was going to be stiff, but he had to do this, because only in this way could he survive in the palace with difficulty.

Although he only stayed here for a while, if he offended others, he might not even be able to leave the palace. Thinking of this made him a little creepy.

After all, he is quite clear about how the concubine mother died. That person should still be staring at him, so he is even more worried.

Plus can not reveal any flaws.

What's more, he didn't know who the person who killed his mother and concubine was, but Huang Songjin once told him that if someone could kill his mother, he must be someone of high authority.

Otherwise, he would never have the guts. Qin Feng nodded lightly, thinking that what Huang Songjin said was reasonable, but his identity seemed to require him to salute others.

"The princess is really lucky. She can also find her father, and her father is also the Nine-Five Supreme..."

Qin Feng listens to this kind of words too much every day, but he still has to nod slightly, and then agrees with her opinion, listening to him say a lot, you don't understand what he is talking about at all.

When Huang Songjin received Qin Feng's call for help, she hurriedly stood up, coughed lightly, and then said:

"The princess is a little tired. If there is nothing else to do, you should step back first. He needs a good rest."

The people who were still chattering became quiet in an instant, then stood up and put down the gift in their hands, turned around and left with the maid.

With his status, he can't be called a concubine, he can only be called a bed servant, not even a talented person.

"Huang Songjin, how many people do you think will come over? I'm really tired every day like this. Can you stop letting them come over?"

Qin Feng lay lazily on the table, unable to even speak. He felt that he was almost becoming a dummy now, so he just needed to sit there and listen to them quietly.

It was simply too much torment, he really wanted to go back quickly, because only in this way could he be his true self, and then talk with Chang Qiu and the others, it felt really comfortable.

Just as he was about to take a break, there was another voice of notification from outside the door. To be honest, Qin Feng really didn't want them to come in, so he frowned at Huang Songjin.

Huang Songjin nodded lightly, and was about to go out to dismiss them, but this person directly pushed the door and walked in, Ming Huang

The yellow color made Qin Feng sit up immediately.

It seemed that there was only one person in the palace who could wear yellow, and that was his father, but Qin Feng didn't salute, and just looked at the man in front of him with his mouth mournful.

It's all his fault. If it wasn't for him, how could he have suffered such a big crime, so now he will never give in like this man.

The emperor was originally in a good mood, but when he saw Qin Feng like this, he glanced at Huang Songjin next to him with some doubts, only to see him shrugged slightly, and then he didn't say a word.