Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 108 You Can’t Forget Your Roots (2)
After a while, he took a deep breath, closed the scroll and put it back on the table, sat beside Leng Xia with a very natural movement, put his big hand on her shoulder, and hugged her.

Seeing that Leng Xia didn't respond, Zhan Beilie smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, and grinned the corners of his mouth to the back of his ears, and pressed her head to his shoulder, contentedly facing Leng Xia's pillow.

Leng Xia secretly bent the corners of her lips. Suddenly, the carriage jolted violently. She was caught off guard and her whole body tilted downward. Daqin War God's eagle eyes flashed, and he quickly supported her with his hands and feet, and hugged her in an instant.

The nephrite jade is warm and fragrant, and the beauty is in her arms!

Daqin War God's heart was pounding, he swallowed his saliva, and hugged the beauty in his arms tightly, feeling her soft body, his eyebrows danced with joy.

Suddenly, there was a sudden pain in the ribs, Zhan Beilie rubbed the ribs, looked at Leng Xia's withdrawn elbow, then looked at her cold face, and reluctantly helped her back to sit down with extremely slow movements.

Time passed slowly, Zhan Beilie's mind was running fast, his eagle eyes lit up, he raised his eyebrows, secretly pulled two beads from the car curtain, and held them in his hands.

Leng Xia closed her eyes, searching for the remaining memories in Murong Leng Xia's body...

Suddenly, the carriage jolted violently again, and she suddenly leaned forward. Before she fell down, Zhan Beilie had already jumped up and hugged her in his arms.

She was tightly bound by Zhan Beilie's pair of iron arms, she rolled her eyes helplessly, she also understood at this moment, and leisurely reminded: "It's almost enough."

Zhan Beilie let go of her and sat back in her original position, smiling innocently.

Leng Xia didn't bother to talk to him, and didn't expose him, just like a fool who let him take advantage of it.

At this moment, following the loud neighing of the horse pulling the cart outside, the carriage jolted violently again. Zhan Beilie was ready to jump forward suddenly, and suddenly a shadowless foot flew over, hitting his chest!
Daqin God of War was kicked and fell back with a "bang", and Leng Xia who was sitting on the seat smiled slightly, more innocent than him: "I reminded you."

Zhan Beilie grinned, not annoyed, got up and sat back on the couch, comforting himself, since the beads were used up anyway.

Outside the carriage, the corner of Zhong Cang's mouth twitched, his eyelids twitched wildly, sir, the horse's hooves are going to be lame.

In the main hall of the huge imperial palace, Zhan Beiyan sat majestically on the golden dragon chair, and two rows of civil and military officials with solemn faces stood neatly below.

In the middle of the hall, there was a handsome man with a tall body, wearing a dark blue luxurious python robe, his appearance was somewhat similar to that of Leng Xia, except that his facial features were a little less charming and more handsome.

It was the third prince of Xiwei, Murong Zhe!
After Murong Zhe saluted, he said in a very humble tone: "Your Majesty, Zhe has brought a special product unique to our country from Xiwei, golden flower amber. I hope the emperor will accept it."

With a clap of both hands, one of the Xiwei envoys standing behind him immediately took a step forward, holding a tray high and walked forward. On the tray, a huge piece of amber lay quietly, crystal clear, and inside it was a huge piece of amber. The blossoming golden stamens are shining brightly.

As long as it is sent by others, all comers are welcome!Zhan Beiyan adhered to the fine tradition of "take what you have and don't take it for nothing", and accepted the treasure with a smile, and his voice was a little softer: "The third prince came from a long way, and Zhou Che is tired, so it's better to go back." The post house rested for half a day, and tonight I held a palace banquet to welcome the Xiwei envoys."

At this moment, a shrill chanting came in from outside the hall: "See you, King Lie, and Concubine Lie!"

In Zhan Beiyan's gentle voice, he said polite words that could no longer be fake: "The third prince and Leng Xia brothers and sisters are deeply in love, and if they haven't seen each other for a long time, it may be because they miss them. Pass it on!"

Murong Zhe smiled slightly, handsome and extraordinary, and climbed up the pole: "Zhe really misses his sister, thank you His Majesty for his compassion."

Turning his head to look, those phoenix eyes, somewhat similar to Leng Xia's, flashed for a moment, and he saw Zhan Beilie and Leng Xia walking slowly from outside the hall. Leng Xia was dressed in a luxurious rose red palace attire, with a cold expression on his face. Lie, with her head held high, was completely different from the timid and cowardly useless princess he had vaguely remembered.

After Zhan Beilie and Leng Xia saluted, Murong Zhe took a few steps forward and exchanged warm greetings: "My Royal Sister, I haven't seen a big difference in a few months, I am very happy for my brother."

This Murong Zhe said he was delighted, but his eyes clearly flashed disdain and suspicion, Leng Xia glanced at him lightly, sneered in his heart, and replied coldly: "Third Prince."

This statement clearly draws a clear line with him, Murong Zhe's eyes flashed with sternness, the kindness on his face remained unchanged, and he said with a smile: "The emperor's sister is gone, and she still calls me third brother as before. Just fine."

Once upon a time?In Murong Leng Xia's memory, she has never met him in the past, and the number of times she met was only a handful. Leng Xia mocked and said nothing.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became extremely awkward.

It was almost noon, and Zhan Beiyan was in a hurry to prepare a loving lunch for Xiao Feng, and hurriedly ended the meeting with a few words: "The third prince and Leng Xia are rarely together, so let's stay in the palace and eat together."

Daqin Imperial Palace, Hall of Delicacy.

Murong Zhe looked at Zhan Beilie, who was attentive and considerate, his brows were frowned, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Although I sent this trash to the marriage that day, I hoped that her title of number one beauty would make the Daqin God of War show mercy, but this trash has no talent, no morals, and a cowardly temper. It's good to be favored, but how could he dare to think that it was such a picture now.

The eagle eyes of Zhan Beilie on the opposite side never left Leng Xia from the beginning to the end. As long as she glanced at a dish, that dish immediately appeared in Leng Xia's bowl and plate, with eight teeth aligned. Lu's amiable smile.

Leng Xia peacefully enjoyed Zhan Beilie's food service, completely ignoring the suspicious and probing gaze sitting across from her.

Murong Zhe coughed lightly, and was about to speak, when Zhan Beilie's voice sounded first: "Daqin's food is completely different from that of Xiweinan. I don't know if the third prince can use it smoothly?"

Murong Zhe didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately replied: "Of course it's fluent. Compared with Xiwei's spicy food, Daqin's food is more delicious and has a special flavor."

(End of this chapter)