The Good Play Have Come on

Returning to the residence, Feng Qingying first went to visit Ping Niang's condition, and then went to take a bath. Just as he was lazily resting on the beauty's bed, Xiao Feimo suddenly came over.

"At this hour, Your Highness does not need to eat dinner. What are you doing here?"

Her hair was loose and black. It was as soft as silk, and her lazy look made her look very coquettish.

Xiao Feimo stared at her for a few seconds, then paused and continued walking, "So it turns out that consort still remembers about the dinner."

The interior of the house was warm. She was dressed in simple clothes, and her eyes were closed lazily. She had just used dry petals to bathe, and the faint fragrance of flowers wafted off her body.

"I'm not feeling well. I've already sent Lian Qiuwei to the front yard to tell her." Once Feng Qingying sat down, he did not want to move anymore.