Chapter 1686 Concubine (2)

She opened her eyes, and the thatched roof she saw was the residence they eloped from the capital and rented in the village.

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

So, seeing the main task: make Sima Lian unable to be the emperor, and experience the pain of being tortured by others like her.

Xia Ling was not surprised, Feng Yan was such a fiery woman.

Xia Ling sat up from the bed in the thatched hut and looked around. The furnishings in the thatched hut were very simple, except for one window, there was only a table next to it, and a rough cabinet...

The windows let in light from the sky. If it rains here, it must rain from all directions.

Feng Yan grew up with General Feng in the frontier fortress, and she could bear the harsh environment.

It was Sima Yan. He found a carriage and walked for a while, but he refused to leave. He wanted to find an inn to live in, but was rejected by Feng Yan. Finally, he found this village and rented a house to live in.

"Yan'er, you're awake, how are you doing? Are your feet still hurting?" Holding a bowl of water, a thin man in a blue brocade robe came in from the door.

Around his waist is a fine cloud-pattern belt, and an exquisite jade pendant is tied on the side.

Speaking of elopement, Feng Yan dressed lightly, while Sima Li, dressed as a nobleman, was very eye-catching. If someone in the capital wanted to inquire about their whereabouts, they would definitely reveal their secrets in no time.

This doesn't look like elopement at all!

Xia Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Sima Lian's appearance, he was a little suspicious.

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

Her long hair like a waterfall is scattered behind her, she is wearing the clothes of a servant girl in the general's mansion, and she has no jewelry on her body. She has plain wrists and clumsy braids, and her face is a little pale because of the haste and fatigue of the boat.

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, like a cat with shiny paws, looking at him casually.

Compared with the ladies in the capital, Feng Yan has a bit more wildness, which was cultivated from the wind and sand in Saibei.

If it wasn't for Sima Lian getting along with Feng Yan, knowing Feng Yan's bright appearance, straightforward and simple temperament, looking at Feng Yan's bright face and her plump figure, Sima Li would definitely regard her as a very wealthy woman ...

Her blue hair was like a waterfall, and a very mischievous strand slipped into her skirt in front of her, just waking up, feeling a little lazy.

"You just woke up, drink some water." Sima Li turned away his eyes, his throat felt a little dry.

"Silang, if you don't come here, how can I drink water?" Xia Ling smiled as he saw the embarrassment on Sima Li's cheeks.

As a member of the royal family, Sima Suo could make Feng Yan fall in love with him as soon as he saw him, confess to him impulsively, and ask him to elope, he must be good looking.

Not favored by the emperor all year round, Sima Li has a gentle and slender temperament. Although he is good-looking, he is like a quiet rabbit, and he will have a great reaction if he is teased a little.

Feng Yan likes Sima Lian's clean temperament the most.

Therefore, this relationship was temporarily dominated by Feng Yan. Xia Ling made fun of her without revealing her secrets.

"Okay, then sit still and don't move, be careful not to hurt your feet again." Sima Li carried the water and walked over carefully.

He arrived at the side of the couch, sat down carefully, holding an old but clean wooden bowl with his slender hands, and brought water to Xia Ling's mouth.

There was a faint woody fragrance on Sima Lian's body, which was left by his clothes soaked in incense for many years.