Chapter 251 Ling Fengyan's Misunderstanding

Another fireworks rose to the sky, with a violent roar, as if it was in her ears. Mo Xuetong's eyes regained some clarity, hanging her head and pushed Feng Jue Ran away and bit her lips. For a moment, she didn't know what to do in front of her.

"Why are you so ashamed? Anyway, we are almost unmarried. What are you afraid of!" Feng Juedan raised her eyebrows, looked at the top of her dark hair, and smiled evilly.

"Your Highness!" Mo Xuetong blushed and almost bit her tongue for a moment. When his relationship with him was an unmarried couple, he took it for granted. For a moment, his eyes were covered with fog. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word for a moment.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault. I'll show you something good." Feng Jue dyed an enchanting smile, leaned sideways to get out of the way, and pointed to a curtain separating the inner room, which looked quite like a treasure offering. "Come and have a look."

The curtain seems to be like a raccoon yarn style, with exquisite patterns, and red plum blossoms on the plain white brocade face. Mo Xuetong just didn't pay attention to it. After a closer look, I found that such a material, even making clothes is extremely beautiful, but I don't know why he used it as a curtain.

"Have you found anything?"

Mo Xuetong looked at it for a while and said sincerely, "It's really beautiful. It's a pity to make a curtain with such a beautiful material."

Sure enough, it is rich to burn, using such a beautiful and luxurious material as a curtain.

"Can't you see it clearly?" Feng Jue's handsome face collapsed and looked quite shocked. She pointed to the curtain and pulled her closer to take a closer look.

After a closer look, Mo Xuetong found that it was a little different from what she had just seen. The color seemed to change with the change of light, and it seemed to be a pale and moist color. At this time, it seemed that there was a light blue of sea water, with a sparkling color.

"It will also change color. It's so beautiful." Mo Xuetong praised sincerely again.

"You women only look at the color and come in." Feng Jue looked at her with a smile, took her hand and lifted the curtain into it.

"Is it so clear inside?" Mo Xuetong looked at the outside in front of her as clear as if there was no curtain, and opened her eyes inexplicably.

"Of course, this is the only material I can find that can be used as a curtain. If you sit inside, you can see the words and deeds of people outside clearly." Feng Jueran smiled proudly and pulled her to sit on one side of the couch. Unexpectedly, there was only one couch in this room, and there was a thick nanmu on the side of the couch.

A picture of water and mountains on the wall, there are faint tigers, and there is a hidden trend of tigers roaring mountains and forests.

Mo Xuetong's attention finally fell back to the curtain, and her eyes turned leisurely. Suddenly, she smiled and said, "If you sit here, can't people outside see clearly, but you can see it clearly?"

Just now, she didn't notice the clarity inside outside. At most, she just vaguely felt that she was a human figure and herself. People sitting outside would never think that this curtain was so different. If someone said something and did something, they could see it clearly.

Of course, she won't think that Feng Jueran is just a superficial picture to hang up. This curtain has a special function, which is destined to be used on the edge of the knife.

She smiled, for example, she was much calmer. She turned her head and looked at him delicately twice and asked, "Your Majesty, who do you want to see today?"

Specially pulled her into the curtain, but not just for her to appreciate.

Feng Jue dyed slightly narrowed her eyes. At this time, her handsome eyes were like peach blossoms in March. She reached out and picked up the kettle on the table, poured a cup of tea, handed her a smile and said, "Pupil is really smart. An unexpected person will come over. Do you want to see it together?"

"I don't want to." Mo Xuetong refused happily. Seeing that he smiled so evilly, he knew it was not good.

"If you don't want to, just say it earlier. It's too late now." Feng Jue dyed with a smile, also sat down by the couch and leaned back casually, lazily supporting his head.

Say it earlier, isn't that just here! How early.

Mo Xuetong was stunned and wanted to speak. There was a knock on the door. Someone was asking, "Your Majesty, Miss Ling Er, please see me!"

Lingfengyan? Mo Xuetong shut up completely and didn't know what to say.

"In on!" Feng Jue dyed faintly.

"Yes."

The door slowly opened, and Ling Fengyan, dressed in a light blue skirt, appeared at the door. She was wearing a chest-length pigment skirt, with a slender waist and jade pendants. She walked around Pedin Dong, crisp and pleasant, but the description was a little embarrassed, and the jade white face was still a little dusty.

A few of the combed hair fell down, holding her maid was also trembling, and there were still a few stains on her skirt.

Is this a robbery or something happened! Mo Xuetong looked back at Feng Jueran and saw that he just raised his handsome eyebrows with evil charm. His fingers stretched out quietly and held her hand.

Mo Xuetong stared and wanted to shake off his hand, but he pointed outside, raised his fingers at his mouth and made a forbidden action. Thinking that there was still Ling Fengyan outside, Mo Xuetong really didn't dare to move. He pinched him fiercely with his backhand, but he only squeezed his eyebrows and pretended in pain. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

In this case, I still play. I really don't know whether he is crazy or doesn't care.

It's just that he dared to play like this, but she didn't dare. Seeing that he didn't mean to let go, she twisted his slender little finger and pinched it fiercely.

"Thank you very much, Your Highness King Xuan." Ling Fengyan helped the maid to bow down slowly. Although she was embarrassed, she still maintained the demeanor of a lady.

"Where is Miss Ling Er going to do? Isn't it with that man..." Feng Jueran held Mo Xuetong's hand and let her pinch herself with a smile on her face, as if she didn't know the pain at all, but this was said to Ling Fengyan.

"Your Highness, how can you say that? How can Fengyan do such a thing?" Ling Fengyan's face turned red and almost cried for a moment.

She was really unlucky today. She took two maids to the street to watch the lights and walked halfway. Suddenly, she found that it was the King of Yan in front of her. Since the incident happened on New Year's Eve, Feng Juelei, the King of Yan, ignored her. Sometimes Feng Juelei went to the Duke of Dingguo. Ling Fengyan deliberately bumped into him, and Feng Juelei was just light and polite. Appearance.

It looks completely alienated from her.

No longer like the previous intimate appearance, Ling Fengyan knew that Feng Juelei was angry. When she made such a scene that day, it was not only she, but also Feng Juelei. In the past, Feng Juelei would tell her again and again that she would marry him as his princess. At that time, she was also Shy acquiescence.

Now that the queen has set such a big oolong, Feng Juelei's heart is echoing.

She must explain it clearly to Feng Juelei.

So when she saw him, she chased him with her maid.

Feng Julei in front of her walked quickly, and she almost got lost in the crowd several times.

Finally, I saw Feng Juelei turn into a small alley, and Ling Fengyan also chased him in, but when he entered a courtyard door on the side, he closed the door.

The door of the Taoist courtyard is not the back door of a mansion. The ordinary courtyard wall and the ordinary house only seem to be an ordinary family. For such ordinary residents, tens of thousands of households in the capital, why did Feng Juelei go to such a place? Ling Fengyan stood outside the door in astonishment and remembered that Feng Juelei, as the king of Yan, usually came and went in and out, but today he was the only one.

It's really weird.

If you miss today, there will be many people around him. If you have something to say, you can't make it clear in person.

So Ling Fengyan decided to wait for him here.

When there was a cup of tea, the door of the courtyard opened with a creak, and Feng Julei lowered his head and went out of the courtyard door.

"Your Highness." When he walked to Ling Fengyan, Ling Fengyan said delicately.

"You are..." A completely strange voice, with a little sharpness.

Ling Fengyan's eyes were stunned, and the light in the dark was not strong. It only came out that the man's outline was rarely similar to Yan Wang Qingjun's appearance, but it was by no means him,

Between the flashing sparks, she suddenly thought of something. She suddenly pushed away the maid's hand and rushed to the street outside. The maid fell behind her and there were rapid footsteps. The man actually chased after her. The not-bright light at the entrance of the alley was right in front of her, but Ling Fengyan also felt that the person behind her was more It's getting closer.

She seemed to feel the breath of death behind her.

She didn't dare to look back and could only rush forward. She never thought that the person who had just entered was not Feng Juelei. She blamed him for his mysterious appearance. She had seen that person a few years ago, but because of the Empress Dowager, she had a good relationship with the Duke of Dingguo Mansion and knew him, but he was not Because it is in the State of Yan!

It's just that this is not the time to ask this question. Ling Fengyan knew that if it fell on him this time, she was afraid that her life would be in risk.

He appeared here as a proton, which must be unknown.

"Miss Ling?" A figure appeared at the mouth of the lane, which seemed to find her and asked hesitantly.

"It's me." Ling Fengyan said urgently.

"Why did you come? Our prince has been waiting for you for a long time." The people over there are slightly unhappy, but the most unhappy is better than lifeless.

Ling Fengyan almost subconsciously said, "Let the prince stay for a moment, and I'll be there right away." What comes to her mind now is Feng Juelei, the king of Yan.

The footsteps behind her slowed down slightly. When she saw the bright lights on the street, Ling Fengyan felt that she had come back to life.

"You are not Miss Ling?" A stunned voice sounded in my ear.

"I am." Ling Fengyan gasped and held the wall.

"Miss Ling Yaer from Drunken Flower House?" The voice hesitated again and asked, as if it didn't seem to believe it.

Drunken Flower House? What's that place, brothel? Ling Fengyan suddenly looked up and found that the person in front of him was a bodyguard, and he was also an unfamiliar bodyguard, not Feng Juelei.

It turned out that Feng Juelei didn't come to find her. By mistake, the romantic Prince Xuanwang was here to date the flower leader of the drunken flower house.

A wonderful misunderstanding arises under the guidance of people with intentions!