Cining Palace.

Fenghua lazily reclined on the chaise longue, her delicate eyebrows twisted, and called, "Qinglan." ”

"The slave is here."

"Go and get the rose cream for the mourners."

Rose cream cream is a royal secret medicine for removing scars, delicate skin, and healing wounds.

In the past, Jiang Bijin refined the so-called immortality for Emperor Li and bleed every seven days, leaving ugly scars on his arms, and Emperor Li gave precious rose cream as compensation.

Qinglan blessed her body and said, "The slave remembers that there is still half a box left, so let's go find it." ”

Half a box......

It should be enough.

Fenghua waved his sleeves lazily: "Go ahead." ”

But after a moment, Qinglan came back with a delicate silver box of silver roses wrapped in both hands, and gently opened the lid, which was a rose-colored crystal paste.

It has a faint scent of roses and mint, masking the original unpleasant and pungent smell of medicine.

After Fenghua took it, he asked everyone in the hall to retreat.

Immediately, he slowly got up from the chaise longue with his sleeves brushed......

The heart of the leg was tingling and sore, and even if it was only a slight friction, there was a tearing pain.

This body is delicate and expensive. Huan, you don't have to look at it to know that she must have been hurt by someone's roughness and intemperance last night.

You have to get medicated.

Fenghua walked to the side of the phoenix couch, raised his hand to untie the waist, and took off the plain white dress embroidered with a circle of exquisite dark patterns on the collar of the sleeves......

The collarbones, chest, waist, thighs, and even ankles are covered with bright and ambiguous traces all the way down.

On that white and delicate ice muscle jade bone, it looks particularly shocking.

Half a box of rose cream, which quickly bottomed out, and finally only ...... remained. A torn hidden area, not medicated.

At this time, there was a sudden sound outside the hall-

"What about the Queen Mother?"

Hua Yan's clear voice seems to always contain a trace of carelessness, but it is so high.

This gorgeous kaolin flower, last night...... But she took it off herself.

Fenghua's red lips quietly curved in a beautiful and vicious arc, and even the hidden pain somewhere suddenly became lighter.

"Back to the regent, the queen mother is sick and is resting in the palace right now." The palace maid Qinglan's respectful voice came.

Inside the temple.

Fenghua slowly picked up the underwear, put it on his body, and opened the brocade quilt to cover himself.

Outside the temple.

Hearing this, Xiao Fengting's ink pupils became deeper and deeper.

Is the phoenix sick?

The bright lips opened lightly, and he said in a cold voice: "This king goes in and has a look." ”

Qing Lan accidentally caught a glimpse of the wound on the regent's lips, as well as the stark and terrifying tooth marks on his neck, and then thought of the vague and ambiguous movement that had been suppressed by the Empress Dowager of the Yulu Palace for two full hours last night......

Qinglan's heart jumped, and she subconsciously opened her mouth to stop: "But ......"

"Huh?"

Xiao Fengting condescendingly glanced at the top of Qinglan's slightly lowered head, his gaze was striking.

Who knows, Qinglan did not back down, but said stubbornly: "The queen mother should not see guests today, if the prince has something, it is better to ...... Come back tomorrow? ”

Interesting.

A little palace maid dared to stand in his way?

Xiao Fengting laughed, lazily lifted his lips and said, "This king sees that you are probably tired and crooked." ”

The tone was neither light nor heavy, but it made Qinglan's slender figure tremble.

"Nightling."

Xiao Fengting casually turned the green wrench between his lower fingers and called lightly.

A dark guard suddenly appeared out of nowhere and restrained Qinglan.

Xiao Fengting didn't even look at her, stretched out his hand wearing a green wrench, and pushed open the door of the Vermilion Palace......