Prime Minister, please pick me up

Chapter 62 Challenge the Bottom Line
Shi Mu curled his lips, "This is the other garden where Ziyue lives temporarily." If Ziyuehen hadn't come here with Qingchi in his arms, he would have brought Qingchi to his own other garden.

The next moment, a purple figure walked in slowly, looking at Feng Qingchi with warm eyes, "How do you feel now?"

Feng Qing pulled a faint smile on his pale face, "No problem."

"I asked them to bring in the food." Zi Yuehen still smiled warmly, his voice was as gentle as a February breeze.

"No need, I'm not hungry." Feng Qingchi shook his head.

"You are weak, you should eat something!" Zi Yuehen looked at Feng Qingchi and said calmly.Lifting his lips and smiling, he turned and left.

Looking at Zi Yuehen's back, Feng Qingchi's eyebrows and eyes were stained with an indescribable complex meaning, his eyes drooped slightly, and he didn't speak.After nine years, their changes were so great that she looked sideways.

His indifferent gaze scanned the room, but he didn't see Hu Lan's back, "Where's Hu Lan?" He raised his eyes and asked Shi Mu.

Shi Mu was taken aback, patted his head, and said: "I forgot about her!" Then he took a careful look at Feng Qingchi rather embarrassedly, and said embarrassingly: "She should be able to go back by herself!"

"I've already had someone send her back!" A lazy voice sounded from behind the screen, followed by Yan Luo in light blue clothes, with a clear and peerless face, and a touch of her thin lips. A faint smile, lazy and playful.

Feng Qingchi looked at Yanluo in surprise, raised some pale brows, would he be so kind?

"Yanluo, why are you here?" Shi Mu glared at Yanluo.

Yan Luo folded her arms around her chest, half leaning against the ink-colored screen, raised her lips and said slowly, "Why can't I come here?" Liu Mu fell on Feng Qingchi's body, "Are you okay with your injury?" The words were very light, although they were words of concern, but there was no warmth in the tone, just a sense of coldness.

Shi Mu snorted coldly, stared at Yan Luo fiercely, and said coldly: "You don't need to be hypocritical here, if it wasn't for you, how could Qing Chi get hurt?" Thinking of what happened last night, Shi Mu felt angry.

Yan Luo obviously didn't take it seriously, and shrugged indifferently, "If it wasn't for you and Lan Yu not being quick enough to strike, how could that assassin have a second chance to strike?"

"You..." Shi Mu choked, and finally looked at Yan Luo most resentfully.

The maid brought a bowl of steaming hot porridge, Shi Mu took it from her hand, put a spoonful on Feng Qingchi's lips.

Feng Qingchi frowned invisibly, and was about to say no, when Shi Mu's playful voice sounded in his ears: "This is the first time this young master feeds someone, and besides, you can't refuse now, right?" At that time, he looked Feng Qingchi up and down, and said with a smile.

Yan Luo raised her eyebrows and glanced at the two of them, with a faint smile on her lips, and then left the room.

Zi Yuehen changed into a lavender shirt, her black hair was scattered behind her back, and water droplets flowed from the ends of her hair from time to time, obviously just after taking a bath.

"Knock, knock." There was a knock on the door.

Putting the white jade wolf brush in his hand on Guiyan, "Come in." Two words came out of his lips faintly.

Yan Luo pushed the door open and walked in, "Your Majesty is really in a good mood!" Looking at Zi Yuehen, he said with a smile.

Zi Yuehen's eyes were slightly cold, but the smile on her delicate face remained undiminished, "It's not as good as Zuo Xiang."

Yan Luo dragged out a chair, sat down gracefully, and stared at Zi Yuehen with eyes like black jade, "Your Majesty must be wondering why Feng Qingchi sacrificed himself to save you?"

Zi Yuehen narrowed his brows and eyes slowly, "What do you mean by that?"

"She knows your identity, maybe she knows our identities." Yan Luo's eyes suddenly became a little strange, a little frivolous.

Zi Yuehen looked at him gravely, but didn't speak.

"By the way, how many people in the world call you Ahen?" Yan Luo propped her chin with one hand, looked at Zi Yuehen with a half smile in her eyes, but the smile on her thin lips was extremely playful.

As soon as the words fell, Ziyuehen's jade face, which had always been as warm as wind and water, turned cold for the first time, and the gaze she looked at Yanluo was like a sharp sword, like ice seeping through snow, extremely cold, and after a long time, she spoke awe-inspiringly: " Yan Luo, don't think that I won't do anything to you because I promised her, you'd better not challenge my bottom line!" His tone was like ice in the extreme north, extremely cold.

"Hehe..." Yan Luo still looked at Ziyuehen calmly, and even sarcastically said, "Why? You can't even mention it now?" Yan Luo smiled coldly and ruthlessly. The drooping eyelids covered the complex emotions in the eyes, and there was a very rapid sadness.

Zi Yuehen stood where he was, his eyes getting colder and colder, as if ice and snow had been quenched.

"What's the matter?" An indifferent voice sounded, Lan Yu stood at the door in a water-blue shirt, looking indifferently at the two people in the room.

Neither Ziyuehen nor Yanluo spoke, and Lan Yu kept watching coldly.

Yan Luo glanced at Zi Yuehen, a mocking sneer appeared on the corner of her lips, then turned and left.

"Are you okay?" Lan Yu asked worriedly looking at Ziyuehen who was obviously a little disappointed.

Zi Yuehen smiled wryly and shook her head, "It's okay." When she looked up at Lan Yu again, she regained her previous gentleness and indifference, "You go and check Feng Qingchi's identity, as well as her usual style and personality."

"En." Lan Yu nodded.

　Haha, Lan Yu appeared so timely!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)