C95 (1/2)
Feng Yun Zheng put down his pen. Hearing Ye Feng's report, Feng Hua Jue revealed a doting look on his face, ”She's getting smarter and smarter. He did well tonight as well, letting the enemies mess up their own formation.
Before the crown prince was crippled, many royal relatives wanted to marry their daughters to the Ninth Prince. However, the Ninth Prince had never let it go, and had never seen him care about any woman.
Because of this, there was even the rumor of a Ninth Prince with a broken sleeve in the capital. And now, because of a Prime Minister's Palace, he actually revealed such a smile.
”It's almost dawn. You can leave now.” Feng Yun Zheng let Ye Feng leave, and his gaze landed on the portrait he had just finished drawing —
The child in the portrait was more than eight years old. He wore a water-blue intertwined conifer, a silver dress with a raised thread. His face was round, innocent and bright, and his eyes carried a warm smile …
That year, I met her in the most splendid years, but I was so poor that I never caught her eye.
”Your Highness …”
At this time, the sound of light footsteps came from outside the study room. The servant girl Yin Huan brought a bowl of soup over, lowered her head and placed it beside Feng Yun Zheng, then said gently, ”Your Highness, here are your supplements.”
”Put it down.” He didn't even raise his head as he spoke.
After a while, and hearing the sound of footsteps leaving, Feng Yun Zheng paused and raised his head. He saw that the servant girl was still standing in front of the table and her shadow had landed on Xiao Xiyue's portrait, causing him to be unable to see the person painted on it clearly.
”What's the matter?” he asked.
As Yin Huan looked at his handsome face, her face reddened a little. She thought to herself, the elegance of Ninth Prince is really something no one can compare to, but it's a pity … He was forbidden by the Emperor to participate in the palace's political affairs, but even so, it did not affect his charm in the slightest.
On the contrary, he was even more charming than before.
Feng Yun Zheng looked at the bowl of soup beside him. The milky white soup reflected the candlelight and slightly swayed. He raised his head and drank the soup.
Only then did Yin Huan pick up the bowl and walk out.
The sky gradually brightened.
Feng Yun Zheng finally finished his last stroke, put down the brush and ink, stretched his body a bit, then stood up and said: ”Bath.”
”Yes.” A few years ago, Ninth Prince began to have the habit of bathing in the morning. It was said that a child said that he stank, so he could only wash in the morning before going out.
Feng Yun Zheng stood in front of the bath, opened his arms, and, with a tall and handsome body, the servants took off his clothes for him, then retreated.
His upper body was bare as he leaned against the wall of the bucket. He slowly closed his eyes as a fragrant smell drifted in the air. He was like a god, spotless and faintly discernible in the swirling water vapor.
A standard figure, a straight nose, sexy lips, two dark red points, a firm and broad pectoral muscle, eyes moving downwards — it was those eight hard, muscular abdominal muscles, and below them was …
… ….
… ….
”Your Highness, it's time to change …” Feng Yun Zheng opened his eyes, and looked emotionlessly at the servant girl who slowly walked in with the white long garment in her hands.
She walked to the side of the bath and bent down to put Feng Yun Zheng's clothes on the side. As she bent over, her front lapel inadvertently slid down, revealing her snow white shoulders. Feng Yun Zheng sat in the bath and looked at her coldly.
”Your Highness, the drawing that you placed on the desk, Servant, was just rolled up by you and placed into a painting tube. I wonder who the person drawing is? ”Yah …”
Feng Yun Zheng suddenly reached out and pulled his into his embrace, causing his to fall into his embrace, his face burning hot against her chest. She took the opportunity to grab onto his neck, and listened to his powerful heartbeat.
”Do you want This King to do this?” Feng Yun Zheng asked sinisterly.
”Your Highness …” Yin Huan's face was flushed red, his eyes were blurred, and he could not suppress the joy and excitement in his heart. He gently caressed his body.
”Ahh …” Suddenly, a pained expression appeared on her face. Then, she was pushed back by Feng Yun Zheng, causing her body to be thrown away like a piece of trash. She landed by the side of the bath and with a crisp sound, all her bones were broken.
Only to see that with a flick of Feng Yun Zheng's finger, he stood up, and the white embroidered robe had already landed on his body, wrapping around his tall body, revealing only the area in front of his chest.
”Your Highness …” Hearing movements, the night wind rushed over, and saw the collapsed Silver Ring on the ground. Silver Ring had his eyes opened wide, and looked at Feng Yun Zheng in disbelief.