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

Yan Lingxiao groaned in pain and teased Feng Yanan: "Nannan is so cruel, so cruel to her husband!" After saying this, he seemed to still be enjoying the joy of hugging Feng Yanan. He said in a very pleasant voice: "Nannan is right, you really have a good figure!"

Feng Yanan felt angry and ashamed, her face instantly turned red, as if burning with fire. She pinched Yan Lingxiao's waist tightly and tightened her grip, the power of anger was transmitted to him through her fingertips. There was a flame in her eyes, as if she wanted to devour him.

Yan Lingxiao felt Feng Yanan's anger, and his body stiffened. Looking at her angry and blushing face, a trace of apology and guilt surged in his heart.

He gently held Feng Yanan's hand and looked into her eyes tenderly but firmly. His voice was full of apology and sincerity: "Nannan, I'm sorry, I know I said the wrong thing, I shouldn't have made you angry." He didn't use "this king" but "I".

Yan Lingxiao's tone was gentle but firm, and he continued: "I will give you time to accept me!"

Yan Lingxiao actually apologized on his own initiative, which was beyond Feng Yanan's expectation. The anger just now actually disappeared.

When Yan Lingxiao gently held Feng Yanan's hand, a warm current surged into Feng Yanan's heart, as if the spring sunshine was shining in her heart, warm and beautiful. At that moment, Feng Yanan's whole world seemed to be filled with this deep affection, and she couldn't help but immerse herself in this beautiful emotion.

However, the feeling of happiness came and went quickly. When Feng Yanan realized that she was not ready for Yan Lingxiao's feelings, her mood suddenly became complicated. Although Yan Lingxiao's hands were warm, Feng Yanan's heart was full of hesitation and uneasiness. She had only traveled to this alien world for a few days. She had never been in a relationship and didn't know if this feeling was love. She couldn't just give herself to others like this.

She gently pulled her hand back, as if she was afraid of breaking this beautiful atmosphere, and as if she was telling herself that she needed more time to think and prepare. Although this action was subtle, it was like a loud alarm bell, reminding Feng Yanan that she should not rush into emotional matters.

The moment she pulled her hand back, Feng Yanan's heart was filled with mixed emotions. There was regret, reluctance, and confusion and worry about the future. She looked at Yan Lingxiao, her eyes flashing with mixed feelings, as if telling of her inner struggle and helplessness.

Yan Lingxiao noticed Feng Yanan's reaction, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but he did not force Feng Yanan to accept him. He understood Feng Yanan's feelings and respected her choice. He knew that true love takes time to cultivate and requires both parties to be prepared. He also had enough patience to wait for Feng Yanan to truly accept him.

Just like this, the two people sat opposite each other in silence, each with their own thoughts in their minds.

"I have something else to do, so I won't disturb Nan Nan anymore." After a long time, the two of them had no topic to talk about, and Yan Lingxiao didn't intend to tease her, so he opened his mouth to leave.

"Your Highness, take care!" Feng Yanan responded expressionlessly, not even looking at Yan Lingxiao. It wasn't that she didn't want to look, but she was afraid of making a fool of herself in front of him again and again. She thought about herself as a top agent who was proficient in everything and had never made a mistake during a mission, but she didn't expect to lose face in the ancient times.

Feng Yanan took a deep breath: "Finally, I sent away this big Buddha!" ​​It is really easier to invite a Buddha than to send him away.

In the magnificent hall of Fengyi Palace, the Queen was extremely happy when she learned that Madam Zuo had turned to ashes. As the Prime Minister's biological sister, the Queen and the Prime Minister had a deep blood relationship and their fates were closely linked. The Prime Minister had always been dissatisfied and disgusted with his half-brother, and this emotion naturally affected the Queen.

The queen knew that her position and power came largely from the support of the prime minister, so she was particularly sensitive to the prime minister's wishes and emotions. When she learned that Mrs. Zuo was no longer alive, the queen felt a sense of relief and relief. She understood that this was not only the prime minister's wish come true, but also a great help to consolidate her position in the harem.

Then, the queen lay back on the chaise longue, her face filled with unconcealable joy. She felt her mood become relaxed and happy, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders. She knew that with the support of the prime minister, her position in the harem would be more stable and no one could shake it.

She waved her hand to signal her personal maid to come over.

"Your Majesty, please give your instructions!" The palace maid Xiuyun stepped forward respectfully and bowed.

The queen's fingers tapped gently on the sandalwood beside the chaise longue, making a rhythmic sound, as if she was waiting for some important news.

She asked Xiuyun, the maid beside her, "Where is Prince Xian now?" Her voice was calm and powerful.