The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

Perhaps, this is why Yun Zheng painstakingly asked him to apprentice and teach Ming'er martial arts and medical skills.

He always thinks of her in everything, knowing that Lin Qingming is important to her?

"Yunzheng, Yunzheng... what should I do with you?" Lin Qingran knew that her heart was disturbed because of that fateful man.

Her voice was as soft as smoke, and when the wind blew, it would be scattered in the air without a trace.

Only the snow pigeon in his hand stared at her with bright eyes, as if he could understand her melancholy, her contradictions, her worries, her timidity, her confusion...

When Xuege was staring at Lin Qingran, the study of Prince Yun's mansion was also reporting about Xuege.

Jin Yi has been with Yun Zheng for many years, and his master has always kept his emotions and anger hidden. This is the first time he has seen his master lose his composure.

Yun Zheng's hand holding the pen stopped abruptly, and his voice became tense: "Snow pigeon? You mean snow pigeon?"

Although the tone was not too bullying, Jin Yi could feel the ups and downs in the heart of the person in front of him, and his tone became more cautious and respectful: "It should be a snow pigeon! When Mr. Lin returned home, he bought a snow-white pigeon. The subordinate looked at it from a distance, and it looked very much like the snow pigeon unique to Iceland in the south of the country, but the subordinate's eyesight is clumsy, so he couldn't confirm it for a while."

"Nanlin Country Iceland" Yun Zheng murmured to himself, with light eyebrows and eyes, frost and snow like jade, and his voice was like stream water slapping aquatic plants: "Snow pigeons are rebellious, if it wasn't for human beings, how could they leave Iceland?"

Immediately, he frowned slightly, and asked in a nonchalant manner: "Could it be that someone caught it from Iceland and brought it back, and successfully domesticated it?"

As the voice fell, his face changed slightly: "Could it be him?"

The more Yun Zheng thought about it, the more he decided that his guess was right. In the whole world, there was no other person in the world who could enter the extremely cold Iceland and bring out the Icelandic fetish snow pigeon, except for that person.

But why did he send Donglin Snow Pigeon to Ming'er for no reason?

For some reason, Yun Zheng's eyelids twitched, and a bad feeling came to his mind: he was never a person who would do useless things, nor was he a person with strong sympathy. , Just hand over Nanlin Snow Pigeon?

The answer in Yinyin's house made Yun Zheng's brows furrowed again, his expression cold.

As if wanting to get rid of something, Yun Zheng shook his head lightly, the study fell into extreme silence, and Jin Yi even became cautious in breathing: his master almost never gets angry, but he has a kind of forbearance. I can't help but worship the majesty.

A burst of hurried footsteps interrupted the silence of the study, and a silver-winged voice sounded outside the door: "My lord, Fifth Young Master Lin is here!"

Ming'er is here!

Yun Zheng's slightly frowning brows relaxed immediately, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his lips. Just a smile made everything in the luxurious room eclipse in an instant.

Jin Yi involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief, and his slightly lifted heart was relieved. At that moment just now, he really felt a layer of dark clouds covering his master's body, as if any bad situation could cause thunder and rain.

Fortunately, the fifth son Lin is here, and people related to Princess Zhaohua can always make the master feel relieved involuntarily.

Jin Yi was a little puzzled by his master's deep love for Princess Zhaohua. The master was always indifferent, but Princess Zhaohua was like a lit torch, igniting all the enthusiasm of the master. People dare not look directly.

However, a strange woman like Princess Zhaohua is indeed worthy of her own magnificent master.