The Cold-Faced God of War's Favored Concubine Is Not to Be Tried

The study room of the Zhan Wang Mansion was antique and exuded a solemn and deep atmosphere. On the tall bookshelf, all kinds of books were neatly placed, ranging from military tactics to poetry, from history books to geography. In the middle of the study room, a large desk was particularly eye-catching, with the four treasures of the study placed on the desk, and a freshly written handwriting still exuded a faint scent of ink.

At this time, the door of the study room opened gently, and Yan Lingxiao walked in. His figure seemed a little lonely in the dazzling sunlight, and his expression was cold and firm. There was a sharp light flashing in his eyes, as if he could see through everything. He was wearing a black brocade robe and a delicate sword on his waist, which added a bit of heroic spirit.

Yan Lingxiao walked to the desk and sat down slowly. His eyes fell on the paper on the desk. It was a memorial he had just written about the death of the empress dowager and the current situation in the capital. A hint of complex emotions flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something important. The study was silent, with only the sound of the wind outside the window and the occasional chirping of insects breaking the tranquility. Yan Lingxiao's thoughts seemed to drift far, far away...

After a long while, he finally shouted to the outside: "Ming Liu!"

A burly man flashed into the study, his muscles were hard, showing his immense strength and tenacity. His eyes were deep and mysterious, like the stars in the night sky, able to see through all darkness and secrets.

His name is Ming Liu, one of Yan Lingxiao's secret guards. Since Qing Ming has been assigned to the north to support Zuo Wenxuan, Ming Liu is temporarily transferred to his side.

Ming Liu clasped his hands and said, "My Lord, please give me your orders!"

Yan Lingxiao said coldly: "Go and find out how the Queen Mother died?" His voice was murderous: "Especially those related to the Queen, pay special attention."

"Yes!" Ming Liu bowed and retreated!

"Wait!" He walked to the door and heard Yan Lingxiao seemed to have something else to tell him. He turned around and waited for Yan Lingxiao to tell him again. Yan Lingxiao looked out the window: "Go and get my horse!"

The death of the empress dowager did not affect Feng Yanan at all. Today, she discussed with Liu Zhiyun about teaching those children to read and write. After this period of time, the people living in the other courtyard have known each other. She knew that Liu Zhiyun was a very talented woman. She originally wanted to hire a teacher, but she didn't want to expose the other courtyard at the moment. She had talked to Liu Zhiyun before, and Liu Zhiyun expressed her willingness to do her best to teach these children. Anyway, she is not a captain's wife now. And during the time she was with Feng Yanan, Feng Yanan treated people kindly and treated the servants with enough dignity. She felt more relaxed than ever before. Although he was only fifteen years old, he was so outstanding. I admire her from the bottom of my heart.

The two chatted and drank tea.

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves broke the silence. Yan Lingxiao's figure was as fast as the wind, and his horse was agile. He jumped over the garden fence and landed steadily on the gravel road. His arrival seemed to bring an irresistible force, making everything around him pale in comparison.

Yan Lingxiao was dressed in a black robe, with fluttering sleeves, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and he looked very energetic. His eyes were firm and his steps were calm, revealing confidence and majesty in every step. His arrival instantly attracted the attention of Feng Ya and Liu Zhiyun, who stopped what they were doing and looked at the uninvited guest.

At the same time, several people in the room came out, thinking something had happened. When they saw that it was Yan Lingxiao, they all found excuses to leave.

Seeing this, Liu Zhiyun also found an excuse to leave: "Yanan, I'll go prepare some information first."

In an instant, everyone fled away. Feng Yanan was speechless. This was truly a demon-like existence.

The sunlight dappled and illuminated every corner of the garden. Yan Lingxiao looked solemn, his eyes fixed on Feng Yanan, as if she was the only one left in the whole world.

Without any extra words or warning, Yan Lingxiao took a step forward and stepped in front of Feng Yanan. He stretched out his arms and hugged Feng Yanan tightly and forcefully. At this moment, his movements were full of strength and determination, as if he wanted to put all his tenderness and protection into this hug.

Feng Yanan was a little stunned by this sudden hug, but she could feel the warmth and firmness of Yan Lingxiao's embrace. His arms were like iron hoops, tightly wrapped around her waist, making it impossible for her to break free. His heartbeat was strong and steady, as if it was a melody that belonged only to them, ringing softly in her ears.

In this hug, Feng Yanan could feel Yan Lingxiao's emotional fluctuations, a deep and indescribable emotion.

Feng Yanan really wanted to scold him for always attacking suddenly. If she was timid, she would be scared. But her mouth was not under her control. She whispered: "My Lord, what happened?"

"Let me hug you!" Yan Lingxiao's voice was deep and powerful, as if it had a magical power that made Feng Yanan intoxicated.

She couldn't help but close her eyes and let herself immerse in this warm embrace, feeling the sense of security and strength that Yan Lingxiao brought her.

Everything around them seemed to be still, with only the sounds of their heartbeats and breathing intertwined. At this moment, they seemed to be isolated from the world, with only each other's existence. Yan Lingxiao's hug was like a vow, a promise to keep Feng Yanan by his side, no matter the wind and rain, no matter the ups and downs.