The Devil King of fast wear was a little sweet ( Machine Translation )

She opened her eyes and saw that the thatched roof was where they had eloped from the capital and found someone to rent a place in the manor.

Xia Ling could sense Feng Yan's hatred for Sima Zhao.

Therefore, she saw the main mission: Make Sima Zhao unable to become the emperor and taste the pain of being tortured by others.

Xia Ling was not surprised. Feng Yan was such a hot-tempered woman.

Xia Ling sat up on the bed in the thatched house and looked around. The furnishings in the thatched house were very simple. Other than a window, there was only a table next to it, and there was also a crude cabinet... ...

The window shone with sunlight. If it rained, it would definitely rain from all directions.

Feng Yan had grown up with General Feng in the frontier fortress. The environment was a little harsh, but she could tolerate it.

It was Sima Zhao. He found a carriage and was unwilling to leave. He even wanted to find an inn to stay at, but Feng Yan rejected him. In the end, he found this village and rented a house to live in.

"Yan 'er, you're awake. How are you? Does your foot still hurt? " Carrying a bowl of water, a thin man dressed in a green brocade robe came in from outside the door.

He had a cloud-patterned belt around his waist and a delicate jade pendant tied to the side.

Feng Yan was dressed in simple clothes and was said to have eloped. On the other hand, Sima Zhao was dressed in a noble young master's outfit that was very eye-catching. If someone in the capital wanted to find out where they were, they would definitely be exposed.

This did not look like eloping at all!

Xia Ling narrowed her eyes slightly. Looking at Sima Zhao's appearance, she was a little suspicious.

"Yan 'er, why are you looking at me like that? " Sima Zhao looked at the woman on the couch.

Her Long, waterfall-like hair was scattered behind her. She was wearing the clothes of a servant girl from the general's residence. She did not have any jewelry on her body and her wrist was simple and clumsy. As she was in a hurry and exhausted from the journey, her face was a little Pale.

However, even if she was a bit haggard, Feng Yan's outstanding elegance could not be concealed by her Pale complexion.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, looking like a cat with shiny claws, casually sizing him up.

Compared to the daughters of the wealthy families in the capital, Feng Yan's body had a bit more wildness. She was raised from the sand of the north.

If Sima Zhao had not gotten along with Feng Yan, he would have known that Feng Yan had a bright and beautiful appearance and a straightforward and simple personality. Looking at Feng Yan's bright and beautiful face and her full figure, Sima Zhao would definitely have thought that she was a very shrewd woman... ...

Her black hair was like a waterfall, and a very naughty strand of hair entered her clothes before her. She had just woken up and was a little lazy.

"You just woke up, drink some water. " Sima Zhao looked away, and his throat was a little dry.

"Silang, if you don't come over, how can I drink water? " Xia Ling looked at the blush on Sima Zhao's face and said with a smile.

As a member of the Royal Family, Sima Zhao was able to make Feng Yan Fall in love with him the moment she saw him. He had impulsively confessed to him and asked him to Elope with him, so he was definitely not bad looking.

Sima Zhao was not favored by the Emperor all year round. He had a refined and refined temperament. Although he was good looking, he was like a quiet rabbit. Even the slightest teasing would cause a huge reaction.

Feng Yan liked the clean temperament on Sima Zhao the most.

Therefore, Feng Yan was the one in charge of this relationship for the time being. Xia Ling's teasing did not reveal anything.

"Alright, then sit down and don't move. Be careful not to hurt your foot again. " Sima Zhao carried the water and walked over carefully.

He went to the side of the bed and sat down carefully. His slender hands carried a shabby but clean wooden bowl and brought the water to Xia Ling's mouth.

Sima Zhao's body had a faint wood fragrance. It was left behind by his clothes that had been soaked with incense for many years.