Chapter 1139: The cute little general of the "Oiran" (24)
Fortunately, it didn't take long for the two of them to find the lonely and sad figure on the street southeast of Dongdu Center.
Before Xiang Xing called for an exit, Situ Ling heard Duck's eagles first.
He had a sudden stop, and he couldn't help but mutter pitifully while turning around.
"Daxing! Daxing, you finally came to find the lonely! Ouch"
I saw the sad little emperor, with a pair of beautiful jewel-like eyes that had already cried into goldfish swollen eye blisters. After seeing Xiang Xing, he opened his arms with excitement and rushed towards her directly.
Xiang Xing's eyes glared with fright, and he took two steps back subconsciously.
However, just as the little emperor was about to pounce, a slender arm flashed out of his side instantly, firmly hooping his small bamboo stick, and stopping his next move.
A light word with a hint of persuasion came from my ears: "Holy, you are crying and crying in the street, there is a lost face."
"...Makes sense!"
Hearing this, Situ Ling quickly sniffed, stopped crying, and calmed down.
Immediately afterwards, he saw a long and familiar shadow, suddenly knelt down on one knee in front of him, and bowed in a serious manner.
"Chen Fenglan knocks on the sage, the sage is fortune and peace."
"……what."
Seeing the respectful man in front of him, Situ Ling suddenly became a little confused.
Unconsciously, he cast his eyes full of question marks to Xiang Xing behind him.
——He, why did he suddenly become so normal?
Just two quarters of an hour ago, this guy was still crazy, thinking of him as a weird flower picker, didn't he?
This change is too fast and too big, right?
Ah?
"..."
Xiang Xing didn't know what to say, so he could only shrug his shoulders towards the little emperor.
Presumably, having noticed that the two of them had such a momentary eye contact, a man who was still half kneeling couldn't help but lower his eyes secretly.
Without waiting for Situ Ling to speak without a bow, he stood up on his own and cut off the stares between him and Xiang Xing.
And solemnly bowed his hand towards his master, and continued: "The Lord, please stay here. The minister has confidential matters and needs to talk with the Lord. Please also ask the Lord to set up the Fengxiang Tower again."
As he spoke, Feng Lan's expression was extremely calm and serious, as if there was really something important to say.
Situ Ling looked dazed again.
However, he was completely shocked by his faintly diffused breath that could not be rejected, and he could not help but nodded silently and agreed.
"Ok."
"The saint, please first, the minister and General Xiang will cut off for you, lest some ‘minded people’ take advantage of the emptiness to enter."
Feng Lan arched his hand again, and without waiting for Situ Ling's answer, she took the initiative to give in and made a please gesture.
When the little emperor walked to the front in confusion, he raised his delicate brows lightly, but calmly stuck to Xiang Xing's side.
Quietly holding her little hand in the dark, clasping it tightly in the palm of her palm.
This shocked the little guy, his soft eyes opened slightly, and he couldn't help but lift his head subconsciously and glance at him.
But only saw a slightly smug smiling face.
She was even more worried about her retracting her hand, and tightened it again.
"..."
Xiang Xing blinked helplessly, and could only silently let him act.
Ugh.
Don't look back, the little emperor.
...
Before long, several people returned to Fengxiang Tower.