Seeing Murong Lingxuan with such gentle and watery eyes for the first time, Qingmeng's eyes twitched, and he doubted that he was dazzled, but the facts before him made him believe it.
It is indeed a land of tenderness and a place of heroes. Even the ruthless people cannot escape the beauty barrier.
Seeing that Feng Yunhua showed no sign of waking up, Murong Lingxuan walked out of the sedan chair with her in his arms, and carried her directly into the Prince of Chu's Mansion in full view of everyone.
When passing through the front hall, Pang Fenglin, who had been waiting all night, was sitting in the hall with a haggard face and red eyes. When he saw Murong Lingxuan coming in, he quickly stood up and went forward, holding Murong Lingxuan's hand in his hands.
That jade pendant, he said humbly.
"I see you, Prince Chu. I..."
Murong Lingxuan held Feng Yunhua's buttocks with both hands. He stopped and his sharp eyes were like a sharp arrow sweeping towards Pang Fenglin. His voice was as cold as the howling wind in winter, interrupting Pang Fenglin's words.
"I have no time to summon you now. Please leave the jade pendant and leave."
After saying that, Murong Lingxuan hugged Feng Yunhua and continued to walk to the backyard.
Fanghua Pavilion.
It is only separated from the Mingxuan Building where Murong Lingxuan lives by a wall. There is a month-long door on the wall that connects the two best and most luxurious courtyards in the Chu Prince's Mansion.
Pots after pots of bright red mandala flowers are placed in the yard of Fanghua Pavilion. They are really green trees and flowers, shining in the sun.
Each enchanting mandala flower is like a pile of red agate, burning warmly among the thick dark green leaves, reflecting the green water better than coral.
These datura flowers were temporarily sent to collect from each of them this morning and placed in the yard.
Passing through the flower-filled courtyard, you walk into the main room of Fanghua Pavilion with Feng Yunhua in your arms.
The servants had already laid down a new soft brocade quilt on the large carved rosewood bed.
Murong Lingxuan opened the brocade quilt and gently placed Feng Yunhua on the bed.
Unexpectedly, just after being stuck to the bed, although the brocade quilt was soft, it was not as warm as Murong Lingxuan's arms. Stimulated by the cool feeling, Feng Yunhua lightly fanned her eyelashes, and slowly opened her eyes. She sat up with a hint of just falling asleep.
He woke up and scanned everything around him.
The luxurious room was many times better than the wing room I stayed in before in Washington.
All furniture is made of extremely rare and rare rosewood, with extremely delicate orchid patterns carved on it, making the whole room more elegant and less vulgar.
Rosewood is more precious and rare than huanghuali wood.
The antique porcelain placed in the house, just by looking at the color and craftsmanship, you can tell that each piece of treasure is worth a lot of money.
After scanning around, Feng Yunhua couldn't help but praise Murong Lingxuan's eyesight from the bottom of her heart.
"Little one, you're awake." Murong Lingxuan stood beside the bed, with a smile as warm as the spring breeze on his face, looking at Feng Yunhua, his eyes were rippling, so soft and bright.
"This is your mansion." Feng Yunhua asked affirmatively.
Murong Lingxuan smiled and nodded, "This wing is the main room of Fanghua Pavilion. Are you satisfied?"
"Yes, I like it very much." Feng Yunhua raised a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.
"Miss, miss."
Just as he was talking, the people sent by Murong Lingxuan took Jin Yue to the Prince of Chu's Mansion. The little girl was still outside the main room of Fanghua Pavilion when she heard her shouting excitedly.
Voice.
"Thank you, Murong Lingxuan."
Hearing Jin Yue's voice, Feng Yunhua finally let go of the worry she had been carrying. She raised her head, looked at Murong Lingxuan who had done such a thoughtful job, and sincerely thanked her.
"I feel your gratitude, but I prefer to express my gratitude in a substantive way." Murong Lingxuan curled his lips and smiled, his dark pupils were like the stars at midnight, shining with scorching brilliance, full of evil.
After a pause, he leaned forward and got close to Feng Yunhua's pale and bloodless mouth sitting beside the bed, his eyes flashing with evil light.