Tyrant's Consort Too Arrogant

He Lan Xue quietly laid on the soft couch. Her body was covered by a half new tiger skin, and its color was mottled. When compared to She Lan Xue's tranquil face, it gave her an indescribably charming feeling.

She went in, and He Lan Xue's hand came out from under the tiger's skin and hung by the side of the bed. Her lover subconsciously wanted to put his hand in it, just like many mornings when she was half asleep and half awake, when He Lan Xue walked into the room to help her.

Only when she held his hand did Fang Zhi realize that his hand was actually so cold.

He Lan Xue slightly moved, as if she was in the middle of something terrible. Her lips slightly opened, and a faint moan escaped her lips.

The lover blinked, took his hand, and did not let go.

He Lan Xue gripped him tightly.

Yi Jian and Feng Jiu walked in front of the shaft, and after seeing the situation inside, they quietly retreated.

She bent down slightly and studied the nightmare of Heron, as if she wanted to see through his dreams and all his unpleasantness and uneasiness.

They were very close.

Houlan was already troubled by the dream.

Sweat almost broke out on his forehead. The expression on his face was not so much fear as pain — it was pain that came from standing on the edge of a cliff and unable to advance or retreat.

Haeru's breath hit the tip of her nose as he whispered into her ear.

"That's not true …"

"This isn't real …"

"Big brother …" "If you let them go, I don't want anything. I don't want anything."

Her long eyelashes brushed against his skin.

He Lan Xue's lips were a little pale. As she exhaled, she could smell a sweet orchid fragrance.

He took her hand and suddenly pulled it back, pressing it against his chest and turning his body to the side, sleeping in an extremely protective, curled position.

After thinking for a moment, she realized that she was tired, and the world was too peaceful. Without being polite, she suddenly kicked off her shoes, and with one hand being held by him, she placed her other hand on He Lan Xue's shoulder and climbed onto the bed.

Lying beside him like this, facing him, she found the most comfortable position and slightly shifted her butt. Her lover closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

Feng Jiu and Yi Jian sat facing each other on the table. Feng Jiu lifted the teapot, picked up the lid, and slowly poured the remaining water from the first bubble onto the second pot. After quietly waiting for a while, he filled the cup with tea for Yi Jian.

His figure was impossibly graceful in the mist.

Yi Jian sat to his side, cupped his teacup with both hands, drank it all in one gulp and then respectfully put it down.

Feng Jiu smiled and refilled his cup. His light gray hair hung down and his expression could be faintly seen behind it.

"Aren't you curious that I deliberately let Yan Han go?" Feng Jiu asked softly.

Yi Jian had been holding it in for a long time, so when he heard what was said, he naturally did not voice his displeasure, "Yes, I know what mister Feng is doing. I know what mister Feng is doing, I have mister Feng's reason, but Yan Han is the number one public enemy of the Sky Dynasty, and even if he has reinforcements on his side, we have mister Lu. We could have captured him alive …"

"Lu Chuan never captures a man alive. He will only kill him." Feng Jiu said with a smile, "Furthermore, Yan Han protected your highness, didn't he?"

Yi Jian choked, but did not reply.

"The sandpiper clams compete with the fisherman, and the fisherman wins. Why did I trap the snipe first? " Feng Jiu said again. He picked up his own tea and took a light sip. He then poured out the rest and refilled his cup.

Yi Jian looked at him, confused, and wisely chose to shut his mouth.

Feng Jiu was a legend that was not inferior to Lu Chuan. Yi Jian only had admiration for him.

People in the martial arts world might not know about the imperial government, but they knew about Fengzhuang.

Fengzhuang and Liuyuan were the sacred grounds of the martial arts world.

The Flowing Garden was originally a small country. Although its population was less than a hundred thousand, it was hidden deep in the mountains. Every citizen of this country was a martial artist, and it was a place that transcended the mortal world.

As for Fengzhuang, it was really just a manor. It wasn't very big and there weren't many people.

The people of the Feng family were all extremely intelligent.

The manor lord, Feng Yi, had the appearance of a Martial Alliance Master. Feng Er, on the other hand, had created his own Hai Sha faction and monopolized his own fortune. Feng San was a peerlessly beautiful girl who had married into the Meng Family, which was famous for its love of life. Feng Si had fallen in love when he was a young girl and escaped into the void. He was also a rising star in the world of monks, Feng Wu was also in the Buddhist Sangha, and he was Shaolin's most outstanding home disciple in the past hundred years. He became the assistant minister of the imperial court after passing the imperial examinations.

As for Feng Qi, it was said that he was the most beautiful girl among the three sisters of the Feng family. He had made the decision to never marry and instead concentrate on managing the clan's business.

There was no phoenix eight on top of Feng Jiu. The phoenix eight was originally one of the siblings. One day, Feng eight was found dead in its cradle, and Feng Jiu, who was lying next to him, was waving his small hands as his mouth filled with blood.

Of course, the manor lord could not bear to kill her own son, but she had already determined that he was the reincarnation of a demon, so she had placed him under house arrest.

Afterwards, for some unknown reason, he had escaped. With peerless intelligence, he had become famous throughout the world.

The manor lord had finally admitted his relationship with Feng Zhuang, but Feng Jiu had never used the power of the Feng family, nor did he personally admit that he was a member of Feng Manor.

As for Feng Jiu, his fame gradually reached the same level as Fengchang.

For such a person to be willing to wholeheartedly serve the prince, Yi Jian felt fortunate and felt that it was natural.

Everyone at the top should be lonely.

They were all lonely, so they knew how precious it was.

Her lover was sleeping soundly. The days of fatigue and lack of sleep had already exhausted her.

In her dreams, she didn't know that He Lan Xue had already woken up.

He did not know why, but he did not seem surprised at all. He just watched quietly for a long time, and then he smiled lightly. Ben's arm, which he had casually placed by his side, was placed on her waist, not too tight, and he had just embraced her without disturbing her dreams.

She sucked her lips, and perhaps because she was really tired, she slept soundly, snoring like a piglet in a haystack.

He Lan Xue wanted to continue watching her sleep, but she suddenly had a strange desire to talk to her. No matter what she wanted to say, it would be fine.

As long as he heard her voice, the nightmare from before would vanish into thin air.

He wanted to see her eyes, hear her voice — for a reason he did not know himself.

"My beloved." After waiting for a moment longer, Hera finally came close to her ear and softly called out to her.

His breath tickled her ears a little.

She raised her hand and waved it sleepily at her ear, trying to get rid of the annoying flies.

He Lan Xue smiled and raised her voice. "Esteemed person!"

Her lover woke up, reluctantly.

His eyelids struggled for a while before they finally came up. However, his eyelashes were still down and his eyes were misty.

Seeing He Lan Xue, she grumbled, "You're awake?" Then he turned over, intending to go back to sleep.

Houlan Xue was startled.

He had thought that she would be happy to see him. After all, she would beg Yan Han to save him.

However, the calmness of her made He Lan Xue a little hesitant.

The back of the man in front of him was small and weak, as if he could grab it all with a single hand, but he couldn't do anything about it.

He dared not call her again.

Her lover fell asleep again. This time, he did not snore, but slept extremely soundly. His breathing was even, as if the world had always been peaceful.

He Lan Xue was stunned for a while and was about to sit up on her own. Just as he moved, she jumped and sat up first.

He still looked drowsy, but his lips were pursed firmly.

"My beloved …" He Lan Xue was completely confused.

Her lover glanced at him, then rolled off the bed and fumbled for her shoes.

"What's wrong?" The strange behavior of the woman in white left her at a loss on what to do.

When she woke up and saw her lover, She Lan Xue's heart was filled with peace, as if something was firmly in her hand.

That feeling of being here could comfort everything.

However, in the next moment, he wasn't sure.

I'm not sure if my lover is in my hands.

Finally, she found her shoes and put them on. Just as she was about to walk forward, she heard a "Pa" sound. She fell heavily.

He was on his hands and knees, lying on the floor with his hands in front of him.

"Don't be sad." He Lan Xue was about to go and help her up when she heard the muffled voice of her lover. "I'm leaving."

It was just two senseless sentences. It had nothing to do with it.

But Houlan Xue now understood.

She advised him not to feel sorry for her.

She said she was leaving too.

"Why?" He Lan Xue's voice suddenly became hoarse. Her lively eyes suddenly dimmed. He solemnly asked, "You want to leave me too?"

Her lover lay on the ground, neither getting up nor speaking.

The two stayed in a stalemate for a while before she finally stood up crookedly and walked out of the room without looking back.

"My beloved!" He Lan Xue couldn't help but scream anxiously.

That was a state that he had never experienced before.

Her lover turned around and looked at him very calmly. There was no reproach or anger on her face, only calmness, faint, and without any impurities. It was like a blue sky.

She suddenly understood everything.

She was worried for him, she ran away for him, a lazy person like him, and she didn't sleep well for him for a few nights.

However, he had already arranged everything. Exile was to avoid the peaks of the waves. Drinking medicine was under the premise that one knew Feng Jiu would come. He had everything behind him. He had everything on his chest.

Perhaps Rong Xiu's choice had hurt him, but before that, wasn't he prepared in the slightest?

Yi Jian must have followed his orders and gone to fetch Feng Jiu. And Feng Jiu, was the escape that he had left for her.

Unless she killed him on the spot, unless she gave him a quick death out of consideration for their past relationship.

Otherwise, he would absolutely not die, and would absolutely not let himself live like a joke.

And in all these calculations, what did her lover count for?

She didn't give up on him, but in the end, he didn't need her.

Even going to find He Lan Qin was just an unnecessary action.

Her lover also did not feel wronged, much less angry. She just felt that she was quite superfluous.

For some reason, she cared about this unnecessary feeling.

Their gazes met, but in truth, they did not say anything. However, they had already said everything.

He even talked about something that he couldn't even talk about.

The eyes were always the most incredible window.

He Lan Xue's lips moved, but no words came out.

She turned back and staggered toward the door.

When she finally reached the edge of the curtain, it seemed that She Lan Xue had made a great decision. She opened her mouth once again and said, "Stay."

"Stay, I will cherish you." "No," he said.

Incomparable sincerity.

He was so sincere that even He Lan Xue herself couldn't help but tremble. Something that was tender and warm surged in her heart, drowning his breathing.