The Cold Regent Keeps a Fox as a Consort

"Little disciple, why do you look like a teacher like this? Is it true that you have fallen in love with a teacher?" Ziyi raised her hand and touched her distinct chin, and the waves in the phoenix's eyes turned slightly, as if lazy, as if confusing. At a glance, people can no longer look away.

Yun'er looked at him indifferently, and had forgotten her heartbeat. She only felt that she could make the man in front of her smile, even if she was asked to take out her heart.

Yun'er tears suddenly burst out, and she didn't even know why?It was like there was something that was exhausted for a lifetime, and suddenly, placed in front of you...

Seeing her weep, Ziyi narrowed her joke: "Ah~ cry when you cry! Teacher is just a joke with you. If you don't like it, you won't talk about it later."

Yun'er cried more fiercely, her tears blurred her eyes, and she didn't want to move away, and the tears messed up his beautiful face.

Ziyi reached out and tried to wipe her tears. When her long fingers touched her face, she passed through and he sighed again.

"Alas, after training for the teacher for so long, it is still a useless soul. It is not enough to wipe the tears for the little disciple. For the teacher, let Feng Lingran come!"

When he shook his head helplessly, his expression was sad, and when he turned and flew away...

Yun'er eagerly got out of bed and fell to the ground. She didn't seem to feel pain. She stretched her arm and wanted to hold Ziyi, but her small hand grabbed an empty space. She said sadly, "Don't go, don't go."

Ziyi stunned, his little disciple, shouldn't he be happy to see him?Even if you are moved to cry, it should not be such a mournful cry, as if he was about to die.

Ziyi turned around and saw that she fell to the ground, crying so sad, he frowned fiercely, and reached out to hug her. It was indeed nothing, and his thin white lips pursed.

Outside the door.

Feng Lingran didn't leave. He stood there like a door god, and he exuded a terrible breath that he could not enter within a hundred meters of the stranger. He heard the words in the room clearly.

Fall in love with a teacher?

Feng Lingran's fingers clenched tightly, his palms were punctured, and bright red blood was dripping. He didn't even frown, and his wisp of soul was thick enough. Where's self-confidence, ask this problem?

He wanted to take away the ray of little soul, which was a breeze.

Now keeping a small soul, so that he can wander in the world, but just for...

Feng Lingran stared darkly at the closed door with dark eyes. The eyes, which were stronger than the sword, seemed to be able to penetrate the door and see what was happening inside.

His fingers were tighter, he didn’t go in, because he was afraid that he couldn’t control his emotions and would hurt...

at this time.

Feng Shaotang was just a hundred meters away, and it was strange to see Feng Lingran standing at the door, but there were other men's voices and "Xiao Xi" voices inside the door.

Not only him.

Even the guards around him felt strange.

"Young Master, there seems to be voices of men and women in the patriarch's room. Is the patriarch changing tastes now? I like this kind of thing?" The guard is also a master, and the voices beyond 100 meters can be clearly heard, not to mention the voices in the room It was still so big, like a ghost crying a wolf.

Feng Shaotang glanced coldly at him, and the guard immediately covered his mouth and pumped his two mouths, saying: Young Master, his subordinate was wrong, and his subordinates should not say bad things about your brother.

Feng Shaotang was satisfied, and his eyes fell on the closed door again, thinking deeply: "The voice of the woman in the elder brother's room seems to be a bit familiar, I don't know which lady? The elder brother is exactly the same, such an interesting thing, a People only enjoy it, not calling me."

The guard was stunned: "..."

The guard silently closed his mouth and looked at the young master of his family, thoroughly understanding a rationale. As long as the suzerain did what was right or wrong, the young master would stand on the side of the suzerain without consideration.

When the guards thought of the stewards, Feng Lingran hadn't been willing to take the young master's overlord position. He needed to remind the stewards to stop those conspiracies and secret calculations. The young master of his family had become a brother.

The housekeeper and Feng Lingran are fighting against the young master.

In the room.

Ziyi squatted down and finally comforted her that she wasn't crying. He sighed repeatedly and said he was useless. When she saw her shaking her head in tears, his phoenix eyes flew, and suddenly thought of something. Do you remember playing a game with Wei Shi?"

Yun'er was confused. She tried hard to remember the story of Xiao Xi and Ziyi, but her only brain was Feng Lingran. Ziyi was a piecemeal picture. She didn't know what game it was.

Seeing her pale face, Ziyi said, "It's okay, I'll tell you."