At the end of the day, merchants who were in a hurry appeared on the road one after another, and they went straight to the newly opened city gate, and the carriage carrying Lin Xun and the noble concubine slowly drove into the city gate among the many carriages and horses. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sky before dawn is getting darker and darker, but the stars are also surprisingly bright, the glow in the corner is so tender that it wants to drip into the world, the concubine is obsessed with looking out of the sedan chair, all of them are new scenes, how can the few feet of courtyard in the palace see this? The concubine inhaled her nose, and the air in the early morning was clear and sweet, and the concubine was intoxicated, slowly closing her eyes and enjoying this hard-won tranquility.

Lin Xun has never liked winter, disgusted with the cold and long winter, the sky and the earth are far apart, and the flowers and trees are withered, and there is no life at all.

He was already afraid of the cold, but he hated this concubine but he was extremely unempathetic, and seeing the king's heart was not the most important virtue that a woman should have? Although the two of them can't get along with each other for a long time, it is not an exaggeration to say that the days are long, and the children are not separated from each other, why is she not concerned about her own justice at all?

The more Lin Xun thought about it, the more annoyed he became, the more aggrieved he became, he had the heart to snub that hard-hearted heart, but he couldn't fight the cold wind that drilled into it. Lin Xun stiffened his face and said without a good air, "Qingfeng, it's too cold, are you reluctant to give up a few pieces of charcoal?" ”

The concubine was in the mood, jumping out of thin air with such a bad sound, suddenly bored, the hand holding the curtain hung down, and when she turned around, her gaze instantly turned into invincible warmth, "Xianggong, the breeze will add fire to your salary." "All the way down, nothing else has been practiced, but Lang Lang, who is talking about the word Xianggong, can be seen to be attentive.

Lin Xun didn't snort, his face was as cold as the crumbling frost and snow on the tips of the trees outside the sedan chair.

While leaning over to increase her salary, the concubine glared angrily at Lin Xun, who was closing her eyes and recuperating, and scolded her stomach more than a hundred times in her heart.

"Qingfeng, pour me a cup of hot tea and add a few leaves of bitter chrysanthemum."

The jade hand of the concubine who grabbed the firewood trembled, she forced herself to get rid of those menacing crooked thoughts, she must not lose the subtleties because of this bastard's rudeness, if this stick is knocked down, at most the firewood stick will be divided into two, and she will have to be a fish again, but it will not be harmful to the guy with the thick wall of the copper wall, but I am afraid that even the fur will not hurt a bit.

The concubine unconsciously swept the firewood in her hand, the void was like a feather, and it was better to find a thatch to strangle his neck if she used this as a murder weapon. If you do it well, you can strangle him; If you don't do it, it's just a game that doesn't shine, and it's not as obvious as hitting as murder. And he is also a prince, and the murder of the prince has obviously escalated to a political murder, if he succeeds, won't he cheapen some of his opponents in vain? What's more important is that he is still the crown prince of the Tang Dynasty, and the relationship between the two countries is extremely delicate, if Lin Xun dies, won't it escalate to international murder? It doesn't matter if Lin Xun dies, the important thing is that if it causes international disputes, the iron hooves are trampled on, and the people are not happy, didn't she become the culprit because of a thought?

After thinking about it, the concubine was glad that she didn't start as fast as thunder and lightning, she steadily added the firewood that almost became a murder weapon into the burning flames, the firewood crackled, extremely cheerful, probably it was to thank the concubine for the last trace of kindness, right? Otherwise, what does it dance for? An ugly firewood still knows how to keep a good heart, but it is more worthy of a flesh and blood?

It's just that the strength is invincible, and it's better to outwit it.

The concubine respectfully brewed the hot tea, and cautiously touched the warmth of the tea, until the tea vapor was less than seven minutes, Fang Ying sent it to Lin Xun, Yin Yin smiled and said, "Xianggong, the tea is just right, do you want to drink a cup?" ”

"You feed me."

It's a tone that can't be said to be a word, are you really your personal attendant? The concubine's cheeks were hot, and her throat and eyes were suddenly on fire, definitely not because of this popular seven orifices, just because, just because- alas, this charcoal fire is too strong, and it is baked.

Too cold, too hot, the same sin, who has ever felt the same way? Hands? Vote for a recommendation plus a favorite!

The concubine is quite embarrassed, how to feed it? She was so inexperienced, this was the first and only man she had ever met, how could she know!

The concubine looked at the teacup, then looked at Lin Xun's cheeky mouth, and took the teacup and fed it directly? Isn't it a felony to spill tea and stain his brocade clothes? The concubine is afraid when she thinks about it, wouldn't it save trouble if she had a small spoon?

The concubine looked around, but before she could think about it, there was really a shining silver spoon in the basket on the cabinet behind.

The concubine brought the silver spoon, and thought to herself, this sedan chair has everything in the house, it seems that this goods are usually so muddy, the guy who comes to the clothes to reach out for food and open his mouth, he has to feed the tea, this, this, the concubine was suddenly startled by the idea that she suddenly appeared, it was too dirty, how could she think like this? The concubine's face is red, but this is really true, does Lin Xun want someone to help him when he squats in the toilet? If there is a constipation and dryness, the concubine is busy pressing down on the idea of doing this, forcing herself to calm down.

Those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, in the past few days, there is not much left of the immortal qi on the concubine's body that has been tortured, only a little heartfelt remains, but I don't know who to talk to.

"Xianggong, please have tea."

Lin Xun's eyes opened instantly, and the ice edges pierced people's eyes painfully, "Say it again." ”

The concubine is blind, thinking about it in every possible way, is it wrong? What's wrong? She took the teacup, held up the silver spoon, and thought about it completely, it was indeed right.

The concubine thought about it again and again, he was probably testing her patience!

"Xianggong, please have tea."

Although her smile was very overwhelming, Lin Xun still hardened his heart and ignored it, "Please remove it, and say it again." ”

The concubine has already burst into tears in her heart, doesn't it represent her respect? She thought about it for a long time, so she added this invitation, and he actually thought of her, she was painting a snake, and it was too much!

Really, either she is blind, or he is blind, anyway, there is a person who has read history books in vain and is a master in vain.

"Xianggong, drink tea."

The silver spoon tapped between his lips, and the warm tea was in his throat, Lin Xun didn't need to taste it, he knew that the tea was brewed very well, not thick or light, and the proportion was just right.

"Qingfeng's tea art is good, which is in line with Xiao Wang's taste."

Listening to Lin Xun's faint praise, the concubine's heart was slightly relieved, and she finally got over.

"From now on, I will serve like this."

The concubine almost fainted. Once she has tossed her half life, and in the future, do you want someone to live? The concubine suddenly felt a little sad about the death of a rabbit and a fox, and she didn't know how the people around him lived, so the already stretched salary would not be punished by him for losing money, right?