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

At night, Feng Yanan stood in the courtyard, the moonlight shining through the sparse clouds on her, adding a bit of brilliance to her soft face. She frowned slightly. What kind of organization is Xuanji Pavilion? How come she has never heard of this organization!

She turned to Xiaohong who was busy at the side and asked softly: "Xiaohong, have you heard of Xuanji Pavilion? Or heard any news about it?" Xiaohong raised her head, showing a confused look, shook her head and replied: "Miss, I have never heard of the name Xuanji Pavilion!" Thinking of the person in Room 408 today, wasn't it Xuanji Pavilion! Xiaohong thought and said: "Miss, this Xuanji Pavilion is probably deliberately exposed in front of us this time! Could it be that he wants to win you over?"

Feng Yanan fell into deep thought after hearing what Xiaohong said. What Xiaohong said made sense. He could have made up a fake identity to buy the Hundred Poison Pills. After all, she wouldn't ask questions of the customer. But he deliberately reported Xuanji Pavilion, which really seemed to be intentional.

Feng Yanan felt alert. The purpose of this mysterious Xuanji Pavilion was not simple. She had to confirm with Yan Lingxiao whether he knew about the existence of this organization. At the same time, she had to find out the true details of Xuanji Pavilion as soon as possible to avoid falling into danger. She looked at Xiaohong, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes, and said, "Xiaohong, let Xue'er secretly investigate this Xuanji Pavilion first!"

"Okay, miss!"

"Tell her to be careful and put her own safety first!"

Xiaohong nodded and left!

Feng Yanan gently pushed open the door and walked into the room. A faint scent of sandalwood filled her nose, which made her tense nerves relax a little. She walked to the bed, sat down slowly, and then lay down gently, sinking her body into the soft bedding.

She closed her eyes, but her thoughts flooded in like a tide. The mysterious man in black today made her feel deeply worried. If the poison in Yan Lingxiao's body was really related to Xuanji Pavilion, then the situation she faced would be much more complicated. She knew nothing about this organization, but the other party seemed to know Yan Lingxiao very well.

Feng Yanan thought of the black-clad men's tight attire, and she became even more alert. They wrapped themselves up tightly, obviously afraid of being recognized, which meant that their identities and behaviors might be hiding secrets that could not be revealed.

Feng Yanan was lying on the bed, her mind racing, immersed in deep worry. What she didn't know was that someone had quietly walked into the room. Since Xiaohong often came in to serve at this time, she habitually thought it was Xiaohong, so she said softly, "Xiaohong, go and rest! Let's go to the Zhan Palace early tomorrow morning."

However, what reached his ears was a deep and magnetic voice, which carried unquestionable majesty: "No need for tomorrow, I will deliver it to your door personally!" Feng Yanan was suddenly brought back to reality by this sudden voice. His heart trembled, and he jumped up from the bed with fright.

In panic, he groped barefoot in the darkness, trying to find a candle to light the room.

Yan Lingxiao was a martial artist with deep inner strength. His eyes were like stars in the night sky, able to see through everything even in the dark night. He stood quietly by the side, watching Feng Yanan groping in the dark, with a playful smile on his face.

Although Feng Yanan was a well-trained modern agent who could thrive in the bright lights of modern society, she found herself completely lost in the darkness of ancient times. She was frightened by Yan Lingxiao's voice just now, and she only wanted to find a candle to light up the dim room.

She reached out her hand and groped around randomly. Suddenly, her hand touched a broad and solid area in the darkness. She was shocked. It felt so soft and elastic, and had a warm body temperature. She touched it again tentatively, and was sure that she was touching the chest. The solid and powerful muscles were beating with the rhythm of life.

She was about to retract her hand when a big hand suddenly reached out and held her hand firmly. Yan Lingxiao was standing in front of her with a playful smile on his face. His eyes were deep and bright, as if he could see through her thoughts.

"Nan Nan has taken advantage of me this time!" Yan Lingxiao's voice was low and magnetic, his words were a little teasing yet elegant.

Feng Yanan's cheeks instantly turned red, and she realized that she had accidentally touched Yan Lingxiao's chest in the dark. She lowered her head, fortunately it was dark now. Yan Lingxiao couldn't see his embarrassment. Stubbornly said: "Who wants to take advantage of you?" Although you are good-looking and your figure is also the type I like, I won't take advantage of you at this time! How can you talk like that!

"I, I didn't mean it..." Feng Yanan stammered and apologized, her voice full of nervousness and shyness.

Little did she know that Yan Lingxiao had seen her every move. Seeing her embarrassed look, a smile flashed in his eyes. He walked a few steps closer, lowered his head slightly, and said in a soft and unique voice: "But, this king likes it!"

One of Feng Yanan's hands was still tightly held by Yan Lingxiao. Under the cover of darkness, she could not see Yan Lingxiao's face, but could only feel the warmth and strength of his palm. Her heart was filled with shame and anger, but she had nowhere to vent, so she could only angrily curse at the air: "Yan Lingxiao, you stinky hooligan! Let me go!"

Seeing Feng Yanan's face flushed with anger, Yan Lingxiao did not let go of her hand. Instead, he held her hand even tighter and pressed it tightly against his chest, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

He looked at her deeply, and saw that Feng Yanan was only wearing a light gauze nightgown, which vaguely outlined her graceful figure.

Yan Lingxiao's gaze stayed on her for a moment, and his Adam's apple rolled involuntarily, which was his admiration and desire that he could not hide. However, Feng Yanan was unaware of this. She was still immersed in her anger and was unaware of Yan Lingxiao's abnormality.

Seeing Yan Lingxiao was unmoved, Feng Yanan became even more angry. She stamped her feet and gritted her teeth and said, "Yan Lingxiao, that's enough!"

Yan Lingxiao finally came back to his senses from the previous teasing. He then noticed that Feng Yanan was wearing very thin clothes and was barefoot. It was now the beginning of October, and the temperature at night had gradually dropped. Although it was not freezing cold, it was enough to make people feel chilly.

Yan Lingxiao's heart tightened, and he immediately realized that his previous rash behavior might have made Feng Yanan feel uncomfortable. He quickly restrained the desire in his heart, bent down and gently picked up Feng Yanan. Her body was light and soft, which made him feel pity.

He walked towards the bed carefully, trying to keep each step steady, for fear of disturbing the beauty in his arms. Feng Yanan was startled by Yan Lingxiao's sudden action. She instinctively wanted to scream, but then she realized that this was in her own room and might cause unnecessary trouble, so she quickly covered her mouth and only uttered a weak cry: "Yan Lingxiao, I said you are a hooligan, and you really are a hooligan!"