C1 The Ambassador of Another Country Yang Xuanyin

"Brother, don't worry about it. I have my own ideas. Besides. . . There are only a few days left before the birthday banquet. I don't think they will be able to find any flowers. "

Gong Lingchen held a folding fan with a jade encrusted on it and gently patted his palm. He deliberately lowered his voice and spoke in a low and gentle tone, but it made people feel that he was not paying attention.

The flickering candle flame made that beautiful face look even more devilish and seductive. Apart from the faintly discernible deterrent aura around him, it almost made people think that he was a person who was easy to get along with.

"You know that every inch is good. Try not to get into a conflict with them. After all, your foundation is not stable yet. " Gong Gu'an handed over the sandalwood box in his hand and then added:

"It is better to have complete etiquette, in case others gossip. "

The sandalwood box was not big, but it was very exquisite. The peony pattern carved on it was very unique and exquisite. With just a glance, people could see the difference.

Gong Lingchen held the sandalwood box in his hand and played with it for a while. Then he looked at his brother's serious and cautious appearance and could not help but laugh in his heart.

Gift a birthday gift to the enemy who killed his mother? He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to do it. . .

"Lingchen. . . " Sensing the killing intent in the other's eyes, Gong Gu'an's face turned stern. Just as he was about to say something, he saw him wave his sleeve and suddenly stood up. He raised his voice and said:

"Send Prince Ann back!"

Almost at the instant the words left his mouth, several rows of eunuchs dressed in deep blue clothes rushed in from outside the door. Their bowing posture showed their respect and respect. All of them spoke in unison.

"Prince Ann, please. "

Gong Gu'an, who was watching this scene, couldn't help but frown. His indifferent face became a little more solemn. He gave Gong Lingchen a deep look, who was wearing a dragon robe.

"Don't be too reckless. . . "

In the end, he knew that although Gong Lingchen was ruthless and decisive in his actions, he was still ruthless and decisive. He wasn't an ordinary and mediocre person either. After Gong Gu'an gave his final instructions, he returned to his residence with a peace of mind.

After everyone left, the Supreme Harmony Hall returned to its usual tranquility.

Since Gong Lingchen ascended to the throne for half a month, other than the credentials piled up like a mountain, no one else had been left to serve him. Even the concubines in the harem rarely entered.

It was not that Gong Lingchen was very reclusive, it was just that he liked quiet and did not like those chattering women. In addition, most of the concubines in the harem were that person's spies.

Even though Gong Lingchen had the right to be arrogant, he didn't like to cause trouble for himself.

He casually threw the sandalwood box in his hand onto the jade table. Gong Lingchen took off his dragon robe and walked towards the inner chambers. However, before he went around the screen, he heard some small noises coming from inside.

It was soft and sticky, from far away to close. He could vaguely tell that it was the voice of a young man. . .

. . . "" Could it be that he had never pampered a woman before, so that person thought that it was the Sleeve Break?

Gong Lingchen pursed his thin lips. His face turned slightly dark, and his footsteps, which had just stopped, sped up a little. He wanted to see what kind of heavenly beauty they had sent this time!

"Oh. . . It's so hot. . . "

The man on the dragon bed was wearing thin clothes. His entire body was curled up into a ball. His delicate eyebrows were wrinkled into shallow creeks, as if he was very uncomfortable. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

His ink-black hair, which was like silk, was no longer bound by the jade crown. It fell to the white tights of his clothes, making his small white neck look even more alluring.

Yang Xuanyin felt extremely uncomfortable. He did not notice that his clothes were slightly open, and his face was flushed red.

As he heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, his frown deepened. Even his slightly white fingertips could not help but tighten the bed sheet and try to wake up.