Chapter 293 The Deaf Musician is a Black-Hearted Lotus 3
There is a big temperature difference between day and night, and the severe cold has weighed down the flowers and leaves.
Lingyao was awakened by a knock on the door.
It was the male steward, Liu Xiang, who was taught a lesson in the imperial kitchen yesterday.
"Fifteenth Princess, this is today's breakfast, please eat it while it's hot."
Liu Xiang, who was usually arrogant, bowed respectfully to Lingyao and did not dare to show the slightest disrespect.
Lingyao had someone bring it in, and while eating, she asked Liu Xiang about the God of Wealth.
"That Young Master Wushuang, it seems like the Seventh Princess took a fancy to him not long after he entered the palace. He was taught a lesson by the Seventh Princess yesterday. When I just came here, I saw that he seemed to be locked out..." Liu Xiang didn't know why Lingyao suddenly asked about Young Master Wushuang.
But he still told what he knew.
There was a hint of pity in his tone.
After all, everyone knows what the consequences are of being favored by the Seventh Princess. He is truly a pitiful person.
Outside the west wing where the band lived, a snow-white figure sat in front of the door.
His face was as pale as the ivory white snow-white clothes he was wearing.
The wind and frost of the night made his long black hair a little messy, adding a bit of messy beauty to him.
A warm robe fell from my shoulders.
If you stay in a cold environment for too long, you won’t feel warm at first.
Instead, he trembled all over for a moment, and then he felt waves of warmth spreading from his clothes to his limbs.
The unparalleled crow-feather-like long eyelashes were raised.
I saw clearly the person standing in front of me.
Fifteen princesses.
Still dressed the same way.
To put it nicely, it is simple and plain; to put it bluntly, it is poor and shabby.
She is a princess, but her clothes are not as good as those of these actors.
But the girl's face was cold, with a hint of indifference between her brows, which was very different from her previous timid look.
Although the velvet robe on Wushuang is not good quality, it can be seen that it has been used for a long time.
But the robe was very clean. When it was wrapped around the body, a fragrance enveloped Wushuang.
When he saw Lingyao, he subconsciously stood up and saluted.
However, because I sat for too long, my feet became numb.
I stood up suddenly, my legs went weak and I almost fell down.
Someone held his waist, and the Fifteenth Princess, who was shorter than him, supported him, saving him from being hit like this.
Unlike those royal nobles who love to take advantage of actors.
When he stood firm, she quickly withdrew her hand.
Wushuang bowed politely.
The rising sun cast a shadow on his profile, and his picturesque eyebrows and eyes were also dyed in the sunlight.
So beautiful that it is not tainted by the mundane world.
After he saluted, he stood aside to make way for Lingyao, thinking that he was blocking Lingyao's way.
However, Lingyao did not walk away. Instead, she turned in front of him and kicked the closed door.
The noise was so loud that everyone in the house was startled.
I hurriedly put on my clothes and came out, thinking something had happened.
Lingyao kicked twice and then stopped.
After all, she didn't want to see a group of naked men.
Anyway, none of them are as good-looking as her God of Wealth.
A group of people hurriedly put on their clothes and opened the door.
However, nothing unusual was found outside the door.
I only saw Wushuang and...the fifteenth princess?
A group of people saluted Lingyao, but the action seemed perfunctory and not at all as serious as Wushuang just now.
The few of them did not feel the slightest bit of guilt for locking Wushuang out.
Instead, he looked at Lingyao: "Did Princess Fifteen find anything unusual here just now? Who was kicking the door?"
"I saw it." Lingyao took a step inside with a calm expression, "Come in and talk."