There was no sound from the other side for a long time. If it weren't for the fact that he could still hear his slight breathing, Fang Xiyan would have almost thought that he had left.
Why didn't he say anything? Did he regret it again?
Fang Xiyan couldn't help but look up, but her eyes met his, and her heart suddenly felt cold!
His face turned livid, his eyes were cold and without any warmth, and there seemed to be a storm under his calm appearance: "Very good! Then make some preparations!"
He clapped his hands, and two flower demons walked in outside the palace door. Feng Xiaoxun whispered: "Bathe and change clothes for her!" [
Fang Xiyan: "..."
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An oversized wooden barrel. There were several petals floating in the barrel. The petals were light red and I didn't know what kind they were. The fragrance was fragrant. Fang Xiyan had been soaking in it for a full hour, and she still didn't want to go out.
The two flower demons who were waiting for her didn't rush her, they just added some hot water when the water was slightly cold.
Her fair and jade-like skin was already slightly red from the water, and there were slight wrinkles on her palms and soles. She sighed, no matter how long she washed, she would never finish washing. She couldn't soak in this tub all night.
Bar?!
Forget it, if you extend your head with a knife, if you shrink your head, it will be a knife with a knife. Since she is destined to lose something tonight, it will be useless for her to delay for any longer.
She stood up, and two flower demons came over holding a set of dresses: "Girl, please change into this."
Fang Xiyan glanced at it and was suddenly stunned. A thought popped into her mind: He was finally not so stubborn about letting her be a green cabbage heart...
It was a bright red gauze skirt, and there were only three words that best suited it: light, thin, and transparent.
After Fang Xiyan put it on, she lowered her head and saw black lines. This is an ancient version of sexy underwear, right?!
The curves of her body are looming in the red dress, the plumpness of her chest, the slender waist, the faint valley... The bright spring scenery makes people think a lot.
Is this what women in the entertainment industry wear?
Does he like this tone, or is he deliberately insulting her and treating her as a woman in the entertainment scene?
Something seemed to flicker in her heart, and a wave of pain came over her. She grinded her teeth secretly.
Forget it, since the result is the same, it doesn't matter what he thinks of her, this is just a transaction, just a transaction...
A bright red cloak gathered around her shoulders again, covering her tightly. Fang Xiyan was stunned and turned to look at the flower demon who put the cloak on her. The flower demon lowered his head: "Girl, please
.The Demon King is waiting for you."
After passing flowers and willows along the way, Fang Xiyan was taken to a house. It was an antique building with a quiet and elegant layout. On the lintel were two large characters: Feiyuan.
Fang Xiyan lowered her eyes. It seemed that he still regarded her as Feiyue's substitute.
There was an astringent feeling deep in her heart, as if she had been pricked by a fine needle. She deliberately ignored the faint pain and walked in under the leadership of the two flower demons.'[
She only entered this small courtyard once, and only walked around the main hall of Baoxia before walking out, without seeing the layout of other rooms in Baoxia.
The two flower demons led her to the door on the left side of Baoxia and reported in a low voice: "Master Demon Lord, bring Miss Fang here."