Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

Rong Lin pursed his lips and nodded slightly.

When he looked up, his eyes were fixed behind her.

Bai Zhen followed his gaze and looked back, only to see Ye Yinchen standing there at some point.

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It was still the loose and loose robe, the hickey on the snow-white neck was very conspicuous, and he stepped on the shoes, with his graceful ankles and a small section of beautiful calves exposed.

His black hair was hanging down, and he was half leaning on the screen, which actually added a bit of air.

That kind of dress and hickey have silently revealed the intensity of last night...

Bai Zhen groaned in her heart.

There is quite a kind of nervousness when a wife meets a lover.

Her back was stiff, her eyes turned to the left and then to the right.

A drop of cold sweat fell from her forehead.

The two teenagers looked at each other silently.

One raised eyebrows, one calm.

Rong Lin is a cold beauty, showing the dignity and nobility of a lady in every gesture of her gestures, and with a swipe of her eyebrows, people are willing to bow down.

On the other hand, Ye Yinchen's brows and eyes are clear, and the white clothes are worse than the snow. He is not as aggressive as Rong Lin, but looks like a young man stepping out of an ink painting. It's like water, but it doesn't see the depth of the bottom of the pool.

A few seconds of silence.

Fortunately, the two looked at each other amicably and did not fight.

Unfortunately, even if there was no fight, the silent eye contact was a confrontation, which seemed to be a bit more intense than the battlefield of thousands of troops. Standing in the middle, Bai Zhen felt that she was about to be shot through a big hole...

She laughed awkwardly, "Haha... Sit down, sit down, drink tea."

Ye Yinchen sat down obediently, and Rong Lin obediently picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.

The air fell into an eerie silence again.

Bai Zhen was so embarrassed that she didn't know what to do, so she drank several cups of tea in a row.

"Is Your Majesty thirsty?" Ye Yinchen asked with her eyes bent.

"Hehe...Yeah, why is the weather so dry all of a sudden."

Ye Yinchen picked up the teapot and filled the cup with tea, and said without changing his face, "It may be that you shouted too long last night and became dumb."

The face of Rong Lin beside him was a little pale.

Bai Zhen's hand shook violently when she touched the teacup, and the tea spilled a little, scalding her.

He took out the embroidered handkerchief from his cuff, took Bai Zhen's hand and wiped off the water on it, his lips were close, and he blew lightly, but his voice was cold and indifferent, "How is it, does it hurt? "

Bai Zhen shook her head dully, "Uh...it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

There was a knock on the door.

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to go to court."

Bai Zhen instantly looked as if she was about to be amnesty, and heaved a sigh of relief, never feeling that early morning was so beautiful.

"Understood, here we come."

She got up, moved her steps towards the door, and said to the two teenagers, "We are dealing with all kinds of opportunities, so the two of you will get to know each other first, let's chat! I will come to see you when I get down to the morning."

Before the two young men got up to greet them, Bai Zhen's figure had disappeared from sight.

Inside the hall.

Rong Lin and Ye Yinchen tilted their heads to look at each other, the smiles on their faces just gathered, and they all sat down, coldness spreading.

"I know you. You are the oiran of Fengyue Pavilion. I heard that many people spent a lot of money to listen to your song. I just didn't expect that you would enter the palace as a concubine."

Rong Lin picked up the tea cup, the tea was boiling hot, and there was white steam, he didn't drink it, he just slowly filtered the foam with the lid of the cup.