Yuan Jing's clothes are indeed much stronger than Lian Feng's clothes to keep warm.

Lian Feng was a little surprised.

Yuan Jing raised his eyebrows and chuckled softly, "Do you want to know what this dress is made of?"

Lian Feng shook his head firmly.

Intuition told him that it wouldn't be a good answer.

Yuan Jing stroked his chin: "The more you don't want to listen, the more I want to tell you."

The adjutant in thin clothes leaned over and smiled slightly, "This is my skin, made."

When he spoke, his tone was gentle, but inexplicably he felt goose bumps all over his body.

Lian Feng subconsciously went to see him.

Just as I saw Yuan Jing licking his thin lips with his tongue, a strange and gloomy luster was reflected from his pupils.

For a moment, Lian Feng saw in a trance that Yuan Jing's eyes seemed to have turned into the vertical pupils of a wild beast.

It is terrifying in the cold light.

Lian Feng stretched out his hand, touched Yuan Jing's forehead, tried the temperature on his forehead, and spoke expressionlessly: "I started talking nonsense without a fever, probably because there was something wrong with my brain."

"You'd better go find someone as soon as possible, so as not to become a fool."

Yuan Jing…!!!

Before he finished speaking, he closed his coat, moved his long legs and slowly walked deeper into the Marshal's Mansion.

Yuan Jing stood there with his chest in his arms, smiling as if he was smiling: "I finally told the truth once, but I didn't believe me."

Tsk.

The former adjutant laughed softly.

He walked over and led Lian Feng to the Marshal's Mansion.

"Yuan Jing!"

"Yuan Jing, Yuan Jing, Yuan Jing!"

"Go away!"

Yuan Jing pulled Lian Feng's arm and dragged him, walking forward very quickly.

The more anxious the voice behind the sound.

The faster he ran.

"Yuan Jing!"

An extremely angry voice fell from the sky, stirring up snowflakes.

Yuan Jing raised his hand and blocked the snowflakes.

Snowflakes fell down, and a girl appeared in front of her.

Lian Feng: "It's you?"

The person in front of him was Princess Nebula.

Xingyun was startled and immediately smiled and jumped to Lianfeng, "Ah, aren't you Lianfeng?"

"Why are you in the Marshal's Mansion?"

"I'm still walking with Yuan Jing?"

Lian Feng smiled, "Sir, are here to visit."

Xingyun's eyes raised: I'll know.

Brother Yan Tao is really... he started quickly enough.

Yuan Jing bowed politely: "I've seen the princess."

Xingyun hummed out of anger: "Yeah, so you can still see me, the princess?"

Yuan Jing smiled: "The princess was joking, how could I not see it?"

"Then, why didn't I respond to me?"

Nebula pinchs his waist.

Yuan Jing continued to smile: "Sorry, princess, my ears are not very useful. Have you ever called me?"

That posture is so natural that it can't be natural anymore.

There is no guilt at all.

Lian Feng glanced at him.

Tsk.

The skill of telling lies with Yan Taoyuan is of the same lineage.

Xingyun raised his chin: "I think you really didn't hear it. Doing this princess a favor is considered to have done your best to atone for your sins."

Yuan Jing: "Sorry, Princess, I still have official duties. Can you give me some time to complete the official duties assigned by Lord Marshal?"

He spoke earnestly, and Nebula frowned slightly and looked at him suspiciously, "Are you serious?"

Yuan Jing: "The princess has a noble status, so my subordinates dare not deceive you."

Xingyun lowered his head a little depressedly, "Okay, then remember to find me after you finish your official duties."
Chapter completed!