Chapter 1137: The adorable little general of the "Oiran" (22)
This shout almost didn't take Situ Ling directly to the Yin Cao Difu.
"Who wants to assault you!!"
With a sad face, he quickly backed back to his original position and looked at the guy who was "crazy" on the spot with a look of horror.
But what was even more tragic was that after his shout, many of the busy maids in Fengxianglou cast their eyes suspiciously.
In some guest rooms, the impatient shouts of the benefactors were also heard.
Seeing this scene, Situ Ling was full of spirits. Without even thinking about it, he immediately turned around, crying, and ran away...
Seeing that the obstructive figure finally disappeared at the corner of the bamboo ladder, Feng Lan stopped shouting and hugged her chest somewhat triumphantly, her lips faintly hooked.
About to turn around and go back to the room, he suddenly paused, seeming to notice a slightly complicated gaze, staring at him faintly.
To be precise, it was after Situ Ling was scared off before turning to him.
Thinking about it, Feng Lan couldn't help raising his brow lightly.
With a slight movement in his hand, a uniquely shaped black hidden weapon has already slipped out of his palm.
But when he was about to throw it out, he felt a familiar movement that cut through the air on the other side.
In the next instant, that gaze suddenly disappeared, and he quickly fled away.
Feng Lan sighed, then looked sideways.
I saw a familiar shadow swiftly flashing in front of my sister's boudoir, chasing after the master who looked at her.
He couldn't help raising his eyes slightly unexpectedly, and he suddenly understood something in his heart.
He didn't pay any attention, walked into the room calmly, and closed the door.
Looking at the little guy who heard the movement and had a curious little head poked out of the layers of veils, Feng Lan continued to ran towards her directly against his messy clothes and hair.
"Little General, Little General"
He chuckled sweetly, and hugged the girl who hadn't reacted to his arms again.
Immediately blinking his beautiful peach-blossom eyes, his feather eyelashes fluttered up and down with the movement of his eyes, as if asking for credit, and he said proudly to Xiang Xing, "Look, is the Nujia clever? You haven't seen the emperor scared away. Looks like...hehe..."
"Smart is pretty smart."
Xiang Xing looked at him helplessly, his head crooked.
The small mouth curled slightly, "But Feng Lan, you are deceiving you."
Thanks to Situ Ling, he thought he was a lunatic, otherwise his head would be lost.
"Oh, don't you tell the little general, who would know that I'm deceiving you, do you think?"
Feng Lan smiled solemnly.
At the end of the day, the conversation changed a little, and there was a faint arbitrariness in the smile, "Besides, I don't have a little general. You have deceived the king for a long time, you have deceived it seriously..."
"..."
Xiang Xing was choked instantly by what he said.
Humph.
She flattened her mouth angrily, jumped out of the man's arms, returned to the small tea table and sat down.
Begin to wipe out the small snacks on the table.
However, while eating, the little guy seemed to think of something, and suddenly stopped the evil little hand that claws dim sum.
The corners of the eyes drooped weakly.
No way, just let the little emperor run around outside... Wouldn't he be caught by those assassins squatting behind him, like this, and then show her a head?
Thinking about it, Xiang Xing couldn't help sighing faintly, and immediately looked at Feng Lan, blinking softly.
The man guessed what she meant in an instant.
But pretending to be displeased: "No way, no way, if the little general leaves tonight, I will be jealous."