Distressed Young Woman Transmigrates: Wangfei Who Defies the Imperial Edict Chapter 139: Dragon Bed (1)

Xiao Yao looked up at him in astonishment, but he quickly turned around to cover his expression.

Feng Luoxuan said again: "The matter of Shenquan Palace is not without clues, maybe there is someone who can help us."

"Who?"

"Concubine Yan, Yan Chi's older sister. The witch has a relationship with her. When Concubine Yan was practicing in the Northern Palace, the witch served her and had a long history of friendship with her. Maybe Concubine Yan can provide some information about Her matter will help us find the flaw."

"Yan Chi's older sister?" Thinking of Yan Chi's grievances today, Xiao Yao felt depressed and did not dare to show it in front of the emperor.

"Yes, it is inconvenient for the officials of the Ministry of Criminal Justice to ask concubines, so you have to ask about this matter." Feng Luoxuan paused, with a bit of bitterness in her mouth, "... After all, she can be considered your half-sister, I must be willing to help you."

Xiao Yao is as good as a gentleman: "Well, I will visit her when Sister Yan Concubine comes back from worshiping Buddha in Xishan."

"Yes." Feng Luoxuan nodded.

Eat what should be eaten and what should be said.

The night has long shrouded the world, looking out the window, on the dim gallery, the palace lanterns are drifting with the wind, the shadows of the trees are full of ghostly shadows, the room is silent, and there are occasional dripping sounds, making it even more quiet and deserted.

Xiao Yao is most afraid of this kind of environment. She loves the excitement and fears loneliness. The huge palace is empty and lonely, and without a trace of popularity, she will feel unreasonably desolate in her heart.

I really don't know how he faces this doomed loneliness every day.

Lonely!

It is indeed a lonely family!

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Yao saw that Feng Luoxuan was already sitting in front of the desk reviewing the memorials. His thick eyelashes cast hazy shadows on his sculptural and handsome face, and his slender fingers held the ink brush, carefully reviewing each memorial, frowning from time to time. Eyebrows, sometimes meditating, that is, when the eyebrows are not opened.

He didn't tell her to quit, and she didn't dare to leave, so she casually found a book on the bookshelf to read.

The obscure words narrate the ancient people's very old-fashioned moral sentiments, and between the lines, they secretly flatter the emperors of the past. Xiao Yao yawned after reading it, and unconsciously tilted his head on the chair and fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself lying on a bed as soft as clouds. Blue and white porcelain-colored bed curtains hang down on the edge of the bed, golden hooks hang in the air, and the tentacles are soft bright yellow bedding.

Xiao Yao was startled and almost rolled off the bed.

This, this is not her kennel.

Moreover, the configuration of this color and the style of the bed are clearly an emperor-level dragon bed.

She recalled that she fell asleep in front of the table in a daze, and dreamed back to the modern day, and the family counted down the New Year around the stove together.

I dreamed that my father had fallen asleep before the New Year's bell and hugged me into the bedroom, and I held his hand, rubbing and rubbing like a kitten, and smiled silly and coquettishly: "Daddy, hug... Hug Yao..." She didn't fall asleep contentedly until there was a warm embrace gently embracing her, and her father rubbed her hair with loving big hands.

She stared wide-eyed, feeling that the dream was too real, even the touch was real, and the most important thing was that she was indeed lying on the bed.

Could it be that he treats Feng Luoxuan as his father?