1686: Wordscapes Uncrossed Woods-Azure 2 Answers

She opened her eyes and saw the thatched roof where they eloped out of Beijing, looking for a place to rent in Zhuangzi.

Xia Ling could feel Feng Yan's hatred of Sima Yi.

So, see the main task: let Sima Yi not be the emperor, and taste the pain that she has been tortured.

Xia Ling was not surprised, Feng Yan was such a fierce woman.

Xia Ling sat up from the bed in the thatched house and looked down. The furnishings in the thatched house were very simple. Apart from a window, there was only a table next to it, and a rough cabinet ...

The windows were shining through the sky. If it rained, it would have to rain on all sides.

Feng Yan grew up with General Feng at the frontier from an early age, and the environment was a bit bitter, and she could bear it.

It was Sima Yi. He didn't want to go after finding a carriage, and wanted to find an inn, but Feng Yan rejected it. Finally, he found the village and rented a house to live in.

"Yan'er, how do you wake up? Your feet hurt?" Holding a bowl of water, a thin man in a blue cloth brocade came in from the door.

He had a fine moire belt around his waist, and a delicate jade pendant on his side.

Said to be an elopement, Feng Yan was light and light, and Sima Yi, his noble son, was very eye-catching. If anyone in the capital wanted to inquire about their whereabouts, he would definitely show the filling in minutes.

This is nothing like elopement!

Xia Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Sima Yi's appearance, he was a little suspicious.

"Yan'er, what do you look at me like this?" Sima Yi looked at the woman on the couch.

For example, the long hair of the waterfall diverted behind her, wearing the clothes of the general's maid, and she had no jewelry on her body.

However, even if it is a little bit embarrassing, Feng Yan's outstanding style is beyond the pale color.

She squinted slightly, like a cat with a bright paw, looking at him carelessly.

Compared with the ladies in Beijing, Feng Yan has a little wildness, which was raised from the wind and sand of Saibei.

If it wasn't for Sima Yi getting along with Feng Yan, knowing that Feng Yan is bright-looking, with a straightforward temperament, looking at Feng Yan's bright face and her full body, Sima Yi would definitely think of her as a woman with a great city ...

The green silk was like a waterfall. There was a naughty naughty skirt just in front of her. She just woke up and brought some laziness.

"You just woke up, drink some water." Sima Yi don't open her eyes, her throat is a little dry.

"Silang, you can't come. How can I drink water?" Xia Ling looked at Sima Yi's cheeks and smiled.

As a royal man, Sima Yi can get Feng Yan to meet him and love him when he sees him. He confessed to him impulsively and asked him to run away. He certainly looks good.

Perpetually unloved by the emperor, Sima Yi has a slender temperament. Although he looks good, he looks like a quiet rabbit. It will have a great response if he teased a little.

Feng Yan likes the clean temperament of Sima Yi most.

Therefore, in this relationship, for the time being Feng Yan is leading, Xia Ling laughed so much and did not reveal the stuff.

"Okay, then you sit still, be careful to hurt your feet." Sima Yi, holding the water, passed carefully.

He reached the couch and sat down carefully. His slender hand, carrying a worn but clean wooden bowl, sent water to Xia Ling's mouth.

Sima Yi has a touch of woody fragrance, which is left by the clothes soaked with incense for many years.

(End of this chapter)