Chapter 212: The acting is not real enough

"Strong medicine?"

Intuition told Feng Qingchen that Sui Feng Dog couldn't spit out ivory from its mouth.

But he was so mean, he couldn't help but ask more: "What kind of strong medicine?"

"Master, if you want people to believe that you have a deep love for the King of War and will never forget it, you must take some practical actions."

Feng Qingchen covered her collar and gritted her teeth angrily: "Don't even think about it!"

It's enough to make him put on a show and put on a show.

What else do you want from him now?

Is it possible that it has to be...

Feng Qingchen couldn't help but shudder as she thought about it.

"Go, go!" He waved Sui Feng aside angrily.

"What a bad idea. I think you are the person invited by Gu Qingluan, so you are deliberately trying to trick me!"

Suifeng looked puzzled, "Master, I want you to show your face in front of His Highness the King of War. Since you are going to put on a show, you naturally have to be more realistic. Otherwise, how can you deceive other people's eyes?"

Suifeng shook his head and muttered: "Where have you been thinking about? I think there is something wrong in your mind."

Feng Qingchen: "..."

"Have you not seen the way Mu Heng looked at me?"

Sui Feng: "What kind?"

He said tentatively: "Lovingly? Love-hate?"

It was probably the little boy Nuobao who kept talking in his ears all day long.

As a result, Sui Feng is starting to feel strange now...

Feng Qingchen thought speechlessly.

This little guy is not only easy to deceive, but also easy to lead others astray.

Thinking about how upright Sui Feng was back then, Feng Qingchen no longer wanted this confidant.

"Stupid!" Feng Qingchen was so angry that she hit him hard on the head with a folding fan.

This was different from his usual knocking on Nuobao's head, which was gentle, gentle and pampering.

Knock on Sui Feng, that's the real deal, not ambiguous at all, almost broke his head.

"What bullshit love, I think you are out of your mind! That is murderous intent, do you understand murderous intent!"

You can't hide the look in someone's eyes that wants to kill you.

If it weren't for the fact that he was the prince of Xiliang, Mu Heng would have drawn his sword and chopped him down.

Feng Qingchen still has this bit of self-knowledge.

But he used Mu Heng first, and he would be useful later.

"Oh." Suifeng covered his forehead and responded dully.

"But you're right." He looked at the hidden shadow guards around him calmly.

Feng Qingchen felt that maybe his play was not realistic enough.

Only then could the tyrant completely let down his guard.

Just as he was thinking about it, a maid in blue suddenly pushed open the door and entered.

Feng Qingchen made a gesture, Sui Feng immediately closed the doors and windows, and retreated to the outside to guard.

"Come here and undress me." Feng Qingchen opened his arms lazily, with a cynical smile on his lips, looking like a frivolous and frivolous young man.

"Yes." The maid in blue walked forward obediently and lowered her voice while helping him undress.

"Your Majesty, there is a letter from Xiliang."

A letter slipped out of the sleeve of the maid in blue.

"I got it." Feng Qingchen took the letter quietly, turned around and walked into the bath.

In the bathhouse filled with white mist, Feng Qingchen lazily leaned against the stone wall, making sure there were no eyeliners around before opening the letter.

Feng Qingchen read the letter at a glance, and her originally lazy expression gradually became serious.

After reading the contents of the letter, a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth, and his peach blossom eyes shone with a glimmer.

This letter is from the Queen of Xiliang.

What the letter said was exactly about Nuobao's life experience.

——

I've been having insomnia a lot lately, I've been suffering from a severe lack of sleep, and I've had a terrible headache. I've managed to write just this much. I'll update the rest tomorrow, so you don't have to wait.