Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 152 Daughter-in-law, let’s consummate the house (1)
The situation of Zhan Beiyan and Xiao Feng is similar to that of the pair above, the only difference is that the discussion has just started, and after Xiao Feng objected, Zhan Beiyan has already thrown away his helmet and armor, and finally squinted his fox eyes happily, yes After staring at what the daughter-in-law said, she reluctantly agreed.

That's what Xiao Feng said. She rolled up her sleeves and patted the table, shaking her head and frothing: "This sentiment, that is freedom! As the saying goes, life is precious, love is nothing, if it is for freedom, nothing is important! "

There are also a group of guards and secret guards in the palace. After a lot of discussion, they finally came to a unified conclusion. Represented by Zhong Cang, he narrated with a poker face: "Sentiment is what satisfies idols." Everything needed!"

In the end was Mo Xuan and Xiao Feige. The two looked at each other, and at the same time took a shallow sip from the teacup. With the mysterious appearance of a veteran in love, they were concise, short and incisive, and concluded in one sentence: "This sentiment, That's flirting!"

Professionals have different opinions. Daqin God of War can't tell the difference between Ziwu and Ugly for a while, so he can only accept everything according to the order, discard the dross and extract the essence, select these professional opinions one by one, and finally come to a conclusion:
To consummate the house, you need to grasp the flirting and flirting with both hands, both hands must be grasped, and both hands must be hard!

Zhan Beilie bit the tip of his pen and pondered hard, finally came up with a plan to consummate the house, and started to implement it satisfactorily, full of ambition, and full of joy.

Leng Xia hadn't seen Zhan Beilie for several days. Ever since he left Qinghuanyuan with a nagging voice, there was a strange aura in the whole Palace of Lie these days. Everyone was mysterious. He always looked at her with complex eyes of ambiguous expectation and admiration, with a mysterious feeling of "we have a big secret but you don't know it".

She has not been idle for the past two days, although most of the reason why Dongfang Run planned to rescue Xianyu Pengfei and the man in black that day was due to lax guards, but the prison in Lie Wang's mansion was dark.In her opinion, it was indeed too unqualified.

She directed the three of them to build some hidden mechanisms in the dark prison and strengthen the defense of the dark prison. In this way, when there are relatively few guards in the future, the dark prison itself can also provide part of the attack defense. Let the enemy feel like no man's land.

Amidst the adoring gazes of Kuangfeng and the three who once again exclaimed "the idol is indeed an idol", Leng Xia rolled her eyes and walked out of the dark cell.

Suddenly, he paused, turned his head and asked, "He these days..."

"Ah! Your lord..." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the fuss of the three people, his eyes were flying around, with a guilty look, Lei Ming slapped his thigh, and said exaggeratedly: "My lord these days ... busy! Too busy!"

Lightning suddenly realized, and said again and again: "Yes! I'm too busy! The defenses closed over there... and... and..."

"There is still a military camp to train!" Kuang Feng followed up, licked his lips, and said, "Xianyu Pengfei was sent back to Beiyan, so Beiyan and Dongchu have to go to war!"

"Yes! Yes! Start the war!" Lightning Leiming nodded his head, and spoke smoothly: "The two countries are going to war, which is Daqin's opportunity. I have to be busy discussing the military situation, deploying defenses at the border, and yes, there is also military training!"

Leng Xia frowned, glanced at these people who were obviously not telling the truth with a half-smile, and left the prison without asking any more questions.

The three of them trembled suddenly, and Lightning winked at them, did the little princess believe it?
Lei Ming slapped him on the head, you think the idol is as stupid as you!

Kuang Feng shed tears of sympathy for Lightning in his heart, and looked up at the sky. Who said that only Lightning could resonate with him?

After staying in the dark cell for a whole day, night had already fallen, the crescent moon was like a hook, and the stars were dotted with stars. The night in late autumn was already a bit chilly. Leng Xia gathered up her clothes and walked towards Qinghuanyuan.

Leng Xia walked outside the garden, it was very quiet inside the garden, without a single sound.

In the silence of everything, suddenly there was a long and leisurely music sound, and the low-turned and gentle tune leaked into the garden and merged into the night, rising and falling under the night, faintly flowing.

Leng Xia paused, leaning slightly towards the towering ancient tree, the corners of her lips curled up slowly, the tone was not as smooth as the sound of the flute, but the sound of the flute was clear, simple and heavy, like an ancient xun.

Most of the xun sounds are vicissitudes and desolation, but in this low-pitched and wandering music, Leng Xia can hear some lingering love for no reason, as if thousands of bright lights and brilliance are born from this quiet small courtyard. In the heart... the softest place.

As the night fell, the sound of the xun was faint.

Behind the palace wall, a human figure loomed faintly. Under the dim corridor lamp, Zhan Beilie slowly stepped out of the shadows, holding a simple ancient Xun with black bamboo patterns in his palm, and the melodious and deep music flowed from his lips. Flowing out.

A long ancient song was sung softly in the cool wind, Leng Xia's lips had a slight smile, her phoenix eyes gradually curved up, something seemed to sweep her heart lightly, with the lingering and deep Xun sound slightly Trembling, strands of strands entangled in the heart, entwined with strands of love, melting the cold autumn night.

The autumn wind blows, and the towering ancient trees fall like rain, whirling and falling with the sound of xun, with a lingering and soft meaning.Leng Xia smiled, the scenes since the acquaintance came to mind like a revolving lantern...

The sound of the xun ended with sobs, and the lingering sound echoed in the garden.

Under the dim light and shadow, Zhan Beilie's ink-like eyes had shallow ripples. He walked slowly to Leng Xia, took her hand and rubbed it in his palm.

Leng Xia couldn't help laughing, she had already guessed a bit, she tilted her head and asked, "Is this... emotional?"

A pair of eagle eyes flickered in embarrassment, and his face flushed slightly. Zhan Beilie coughed awkwardly, avoided answering, and dragged her towards the garden.

Two red candles were lit on a round table, and the halo of orange light was indistinct, shining in a quiet room, and there were several colorful side dishes on the round table that made your index finger move.

The two sat down, Leng Xia glanced at the table with her chin in her hands, turned to look at the opposite side, and entered the room, always looking left, right, up, down, and down, but she didn't look at Zhan Beilie, raised her eyebrows, He asked slowly, "This dish..."

(End of this chapter)