Feng Tianlan hummed softly, remembering what she promised Helian last night, and asked, "Something happened unexpectedly last night, and I didn't send Helian a ride.
Did you go and see him?"
"No, I haven't seen it.\ Seeing her like this, Feng Tianlan couldn't help but laugh, "Did you lie to me that you fell asleep last night because you met Helian?"
"No, it doesn't happen.
Don't make random guesses."
Celine raised her eyes and stared at her, feeling a bit embarrassed and angry after being exposed.
When Feng Tianlan saw her like this, he stopped teasing her and said nothing good about Helian, because Helian was the emperor and the harem was destined to have countless concubines.
Sister Lin was married to the past, even as a queen, it was too painful .
Marrying an emperor, unless the emperor abolishes the harem of three thousand and leaves only one person, is happiness, otherwise there will be no happiness.
The two of them talked some more, and after confirming that she just caught a cold, Feng Tianlan stood up and left.
Celine looked at the disappearing back, feeling a little dazed.
After a while, she slightly opened her clothes and looked down.
Her snow-white skin was covered with hickeys.
From this, she could imagine that she was in the West Wing Hall last night.
What an intense scene.
She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to touch her white and tender neck.
She had hickeys originally, and she used ointment to eliminate the marks, but she couldn't help but erase the hickeys on her body that could be hidden by clothes.
She applied a medicine to the obvious hickey on her left breast.
This hickey will accompany her throughout her life.
It is the only memory she and Helian have.
The intertwined memories are extremely precious to her. , can rely on such memories, memories of a happy life Enough, really enough, she won't ask for more Feng Tianlan was sitting in the inner hall of Jialan Palace, looking at some strange runes around her.
She looked up at the roof made of special material.
She could see the outside, like an open-air roof.
She thought that if it were at night, she would look up at the roof.
You can see the stars in the sky above your head, it is absolutely beautiful.
She walked to a scroll hanging on the wall and looked up at the portrait above.
Under the moonlight, the woman in the painting was wearing a red dress that swept the floor.
She looked up at the crescent moon, although there was only one side.
His face felt inexplicably familiar to her.
Under the feet of the woman in the painting are red flowers.
They are so enchanting, evil, and bloodthirsty.
They make the woman in the painting look like a god or a demon.
People can't help but feel touched by it.
Moreover, she actually felt the sadness of the woman in the painting, even if she only saw a side face or a corner of her eye, she felt it, and she also felt a pain in her heart, which was so painful that it was difficult to breathe, as if she was it.
The person in the painting.
"The girl feels the same way, so I will give this painting to the girl."
Hearing the purely ethereal voice, Feng Tianlan retracted her thoughts, and the dull pain disappeared instantly.
She raised her eyes and looked at the source of the voice, looking at the man's handsome appearance, wearing a white dress.
Like the white clouds in the sky, such a young and handsome man has the air of an immortal.
The man in front of her, except Mo Bai, was actually a man who looked like an immortal in white clothes.
He also had an immortal demeanor.
In her impression, it seemed that only some old men could feel this way.
"Then thank you Imperial Master."
Feng Tianlan withdrew his gaze, looked up at the touching portrait, and couldn't help but agree
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