Chapter 587 The Tyrant's Concubine 18

This person is really like a cloud of fog at a glance, and nothing can be seen through.

Because she couldn't figure out the scene just now!

Following Jun Wuyan all the way back to his bedroom, Jun Wuyan was about to leave.

But at this time, Tang Qingyu still understood clearly that Jun Wuyan sent her back.

It's just that this warm and warm atmosphere only exists for a while.

Because, after Jun Wuyan took two steps, he paused and turned around again.

"Well……"

Tang Qingyu saw that he suddenly turned his head back, and suddenly felt a strong sense of uncertainty.

"Looking at the tree and standing on the tree just now, I saw such a beautiful scenery, I think Aifei must have some insights, so please write an insight for me to see!"

After finishing speaking, Jun Wuyan left like a gust of wind...disappeared...

Tang Qingyu was left in a daze.

Tang Qingyu stood there, blinking his eyes.

Did she hear correctly just now?

I saw a tree, then climbed a tree, and after a while, I asked her to write a review.

Hehehe!

She is also drunk!

The tyrant issued an order, but the noble concubine Qingyu still dared not disobey.

It would be bad if the tyrant was annoyed, or if all his lurking violent factors were aroused.

At that moment, Tang Qingyu returned to her bedroom, and asked the maid to find her the Four Treasures of the Study, and began to rack her brains to write her reflections.

It first wrote about how beautiful the trees are, and finally used it to sing the praises of Jun Wuyan, who is a king.

A thousand words of eloquence is a bit much.

Finally, after finishing writing, Tang Qingyu actually felt that he still had something to say.

Immediately, she put down the pen in her hand and stretched her body.

"Feimo, when the ink is dry, send it to the Imperial Study Room!!"

After Tang Qingyu finished speaking, he went to wash his hands and prepared to catch up on sleep.

Get up and eat!

By the time Tang Qingyu went to bed, the afterthoughts she had written were completely dried up, and Feimo rolled it up, planning to send it to the imperial study.

But just two steps away, Qian Mo bumped into her face, holding a cup of tea in her hand.

Seeing this, Fei Mo was afraid that she would get the scroll in his hand wet, so he hastily lifted it up.

But the two still bumped into each other, and Feimo's clothes got wet.

The tea in her hand was still hot.

"sorry!"

Qianmo apologized repeatedly, reached out to take the scroll from Feimo's hand first, and hurriedly asked the maid at the side to unfasten Feimo's clothes.

"Ah, it's all blistered. Hurry up and get two ice cubes to apply a cold compress, then pierce it with a silver needle, and rub the white flower oil on it."

Qian Mo ordered, and the maid on one side was doing something, so she supported Fei Mo and sat on the soft couch on the other side.

She saw that Feimo's chest was red, and there was a small blister, and there was an expression of guilt on her face for a moment.

"Sister Feimo, I'm really sorry!"

With red eyes, Qian Mo apologized repeatedly.

After all, Fei Mo grew up with Qian Mo, and both of them grew up beside Tang Qingyu since they were young.

She also knows Qian Mo very well, so this time, for her, she still believes in Qian Mo very much.

She must not have done it on purpose.

Although it was a bit unpleasant, it was not intentional, and it was hard for her to say anything more.