Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 156 Separation (2)
Leng Xia finally had a reaction, but still didn't look at him, she slightly raised her eyebrows and asked, "Well, when are you leaving?"

The tone of her question, as if the two were not about to say goodbye, but casually "Have you eaten yet?"

Zhan Beilie blinked, feeling so depressed, he comforted himself in his heart that the lioness has such a personality, if she put on a look of crying, it would not be her.

She was attracted by Leng Xia at the beginning because of her independent and strong appearance, unlike ordinary boudoir girls who rely on men like dodders, but now, Zhan Beilie is extremely annoyed by her independence, and frowned fiercely .

He sighed, suppressed the pain in his heart, kissed her on the forehead, and then said slowly: "Leave early tomorrow morning!"

Leng Xia nodded, and finally turned her head to look at him. Amidst his excited expression, she smiled calmly: "Bon voyage."

Zhan Beilie can hardly describe his current feelings, as if a heart full of sincerity was carefully held in front of Leng Xia, but she threw it to the ground without cherishing it, like throwing away a pair of shoes, and trampled hard on it along the way. Kicked two feet, crushed into powder.

In fact, it's not that he didn't think about taking Leng Xia with him when he went to the border this time, but the battle situation was unpredictable, and the life at the border was really rough, so how could he be willing to let the lioness go with him to endure hardships.

He held back for a few moments but still couldn't hold it back. He gritted his teeth and asked the question that was pressing in his heart: "Aren't you going to ask me when I'll be back?"

Leng Xia laughed heartily, but she didn't show the slightest bit on her face, she tilted her head slightly, blinked her eyes and said leisurely: "Well, I will always come back."

Zhan Beilie stared at her viciously for a while, finally unable to overcome the disappointment in his heart, he grabbed a pillow bitterly, hugged the pillow and walked out, striding like a meteor without looking back, the meaning was too clear: separation!

Looking at his angry back, Leng Xia curled the corners of her mouth, this man must have been so angry, there is no pillow.

After Zhan Beilie left the garden, she raised her eyebrows calmly and continued to read.

If Zhan Beilie knew what Leng Xia was thinking at this time, he would probably spit out another liter of blood depressedly. He naturally knew that there were pillows everywhere, as long as he had two in his bedroom, but those pillows and the one he held in his arms could It is the same?

The Great Qin God of War wants to separate, and he wants to let the lioness know that Lao Tzu has a temper too!

But thinking about it, he also knew that the lioness who left him would definitely sleep well, but he couldn't fall asleep, so when he was so angry with her, he didn't forget to take a pillow with him at night. Holding nostalgia nostalgia, with the smell of a lioness on it.

In fact, he was angry rather than disappointed. Yesterday Zhan Beilie thought that the lioness might have him in her heart, but today Leng Xia slapped him hard, yes?There is a fart!

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. When he couldn't get it, he didn't think so much. However, when he was full of joy and thought that he had already got it, he realized that he had actually had a dream, a spring dream, a spring dream without a trace. , That feeling, the whole heart is empty.

Zhan Beilie didn't appear in front of her all day, he did what he said, he was indeed the God of War in Qin Dynasty, Leng Xia thought about it before going to bed, with a wicked smile on his lips, he had a good night's sleep.

But the bedroom of Daqin God of War was not so comfortable. For the 120th time, Zhan Beilie called Wuying out and asked, "What is the princess doing at this time?"

Wuying sighed deeply, feeling that the sky is falling, and now as long as the prince calls him, he will tremble. He, the commander of the dark guard, has actually been reduced to peeping, and this peeping is just a peeping. 120 seven times!
When Wuying reported helplessly and numbly that "Princess Wang has fallen asleep", Zhan Beilie almost gritted his steel teeth.

When Wuying left, Daqin God of War bit the corner of the quilt and hugged the pillow and gritted his teeth resentfully, you lioness, if I say separation, you will really be separation!
In fact, he couldn't help but want to go to Qinghuanyuan several times today. What is face, the wife is the most important thing!

But in the end he endured it, and he called Wuying over, wondering if the situation on the lioness' side was as depressed and worrying as he was. Well, he knew it was a delusion, but at least there should be a hint of gloom Emotions, as long as a trace is fine.

Zhan Beilie said to himself, as long as there is a trace, I will go over immediately, and I don't want any face or integrity.

But the result was very realistic, and his thoughts of reconciliation were blasted away. Leng Xia was very comfortable, he should eat and eat, he should take a nap, he got up in the afternoon to feed the pigeons, teased Xiaoqing, and even held Fengchi in his arms. Strolled around the palace, continued to read books after dinner in the evening, and went to bed early.

It is really as comfortable as it is!
Go fucking cozy!

Time passed slowly in sharp contrast between Leng Xia's peaceful sleep and Zhan Beilie's resentment.

Early the next morning, Leng Xia woke up refreshed, stretched her waist, washed and changed her clothes.

Suddenly, there was a sound of strong footsteps outside the door, Zhan Beilie with two dark circles under his eyes rushed into the door, strode up to her without saying a word, hugged her and kissed wildly, it was a kind of anger The ultimate but also extremely loving kiss, he greedily bit and devoured Leng Xia's lips, with a madness that seemed to rub her into his body.

After a while, Zhan Beilie let go of Leng Xia, fixed his eyes on her, and pressed a kiss on the tip of her nose with the utmost care.

Zhan Beilie clenched his fists, hesitated to speak, he wanted to ask something, but he didn't ask anything, turned around, and strode out.

He didn't want to look back, and he didn't dare to look back, for fear that once he turned around, he wouldn't want to leave again.

He didn't dare to ask, for fear that the answer was not what he thought.

Zhan Beilie left Qinghuanyuan and walked towards the gate of the palace. Halfway there, he turned around, changed direction, and returned to his bedroom.

When he came out again, Zhong Cang was already waiting at the door, with Mutian and Muyang standing behind him, when the three of them saw him, the corners of their mouths twitched, their eyelids twitched wildly, their shoulders trembled, and they held back their laughter. Hui reported: "Master, the luggage is ready."

At this time, the Daqin God of War held a pillow in his arms, his gloomy eyes swept over the three of them, he let out a seemingly calm "hmm", and walked outside.

(End of this chapter)