Chapter 139: Overnight Dragon Bed (1)

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Xiao Yao looked up at him suddenly, but he quickly turned to cover his look.
Feng Luoyu also said, "The matter of Shenquan Palace is not without clues. Maybe someone can help us."
"Who?"
"Yan Fei, Yan Chi's elder sister. The witch has some relationship with her. When the princess was practicing in the North Palace, the witch had served her and had a long relationship with her. Maybe Yan Fei could provide something about her. To help us identify flaws. "
"Yan Chi's sister?" Thinking of Yan Chi could not help thinking about the grievances suffered today, Xiao Yao felt instinctively frustrated, but did not dare to show it in front of the emperor.
"Yes, the officials of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs are inconvenient to ask the concubine, so it is up to you to ask this." Feng Luo paused, bitter in his mouth, "... After all, she is also half your sister, and she is willing to help. you."
Xiao Yao's kindness: "Well then, when sister Yan returns from Xishan Lifo, I'll visit her."
"Um." Feng Luo nodded.
After eating, finish what you should say.
The night has long shrouded the world, looking out the window, the dim galleries, the palace lights drifting with the wind, the tree shadows falling down the ghostly shadows, the room is silent, occasionally more leaking, and it seems more and more quiet and deserted.
Xiao Yao is most afraid of this kind of environment. She loves liveliness and fears loneliness. The huge palace is empty and silent. Without a trace of popularity, she will have an unexplained desolation in her heart.
I don't know how he faces this destined solitude every day.
Lonely!
It is indeed a lonely person!
Xiao Yao blinked his eyes and saw Feng Luozhen sitting at the desk approving the memorials. Thick eyelashes cast a hazy shadow on his sculpted handsome face, and his slender fingers took hold of the pen, carefully reviewing each memorial, sometimes frowning, sometimes Pensive, when there is no relief.
He didn't tell her to retreat, and she didn't dare to leave, so she looked for a book on the bookshelf at will.
The obscure text tells the ancient people's old-fashioned moral sentiment. In the words, the impertinent pats of the emperors of previous generations are made, Xiao Yao sees yawns, and unknowingly tilts his head and falls asleep in a chair.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a soft cloud-like bed. The blue and white porcelain bed hanging on the edge of the bed, the golden hook hanging in the air, the tentacles are soft bright yellow bedding.
Xiao Yao was startled and almost rolled off the bed.
This, this is not her kennel.
And this color configuration and bedding style are clearly king-level dragon beds.
She remembered that she was vaguely lying asleep at the table and dreaming of the modern days, and the family counted down the stove and counted down the New Year.
I dreamed that my father fell asleep and hugged himself into the bedroom before the New Year's bell, holding his hand, babbling like a kitten, and smiling sillyly: "Daddy, hug ... hug hug remote……". It wasn't until a warm embrace embraced her gently, and Dad's loving hands rubbed her hair that she was content to sleep.
She stared, thinking that the dream was too real, and even the touch was real. The most important thing was that she was lying in bed.
Shouldn't I just use Fengluo as my dad.