The Immortal Doctress: Emperor’s Consort

Inside the house.

Mu Zhiqing looked at the black robe in her hand, her eyes filled with light.

She finally finished this dress.

At first, because Young Master Ling had helped her one after another, she thought that she should return a gift, so she sewed this shirt.

After participating in the examination of Xuanchu Academy, this matter was delayed.

"Xiao Qingqing, I didn't expect your craftsmanship to be pretty good!"

The little fairy looked at Mu Zhiqing's clothes in amazement. He had almost never seen the master make a female celebrity before. He thought the master was bragging, but he didn't expect that the clothes were really well sewn, and the stitches were almost as famous. Embroidered mother.

"That's natural." Mu Zhiqing raised her eyebrows, "I am better at it, but I don't bother to do it on weekdays."

Sewing clothes for brother four?

It's better to let him buy another one, anyway, Brother Si is richer than her.

"Tomorrow I have to go to Xuanchu Academy, Xiao Qingqing, you can just give it away tonight."

The eyes of the little fairy flashed with excitement, and it always felt that the next scene would be very exciting!

Young Master Ling likes Xiao Qingqing so much. If he receives Xiao Qingqing’s gift, he will be very happy. Maybe the relationship between the two will be closer, hehehe...

"What do you think about you?"

A brain collapse caused the little fairy to return to reality from fantasy. It wiped the saliva from the corners of its lips and waved its hands again and again, "Nothing, nothing."

Seeing the weird appearance of the little fairy, Mu Zhiqing didn't take it seriously either.

She opened the door and looked at the sleeping hall on the opposite side. Ling Yunting's sleeping hall was directly opposite her.

After thinking for a moment, she still knocked on the door.

"Knock."

No one should?

Mu Zhiqing's eyes filled with doubts. She had clearly seen Ling Yunting come back before, so she went out again?

"Squeak."

Just as she was about to leave, she suddenly found the door opened.

"Young Master Ling?"

Mu Zhiqing called out softly and walked in slowly, her pretty face filled with worry.

Why does this door open with a single touch? Could something be wrong?

The layout of the house is just like Ling Yunting's character, there is no lack of luxury in the simplicity, and the bottom line in the low-key.

This extremely simple style has an unspeakable atmosphere and is refreshing.

The range of this bedroom is undoubtedly extremely large. Seeing that there is no one in the room, she put the folded clothes on the bed, and the corners of her lips slowly raised a curve.

Just as Mu Zhiqing was about to leave, suddenly, there was a slight movement inside.

Mu Zhiqing's eyes changed slightly, there is someone inside?

"Young Master Ling?"

She called out softly, and still did not respond, she couldn't help walking inside.

It stands to reason that this is the Emperor Cloud Palace, and there shouldn't be the courage of an assassin, but she clearly heard the movement but did not respond at all, which was really strange.

As Mu Zhiqing approached, she suddenly realized that after walking into the hall, there was a bath on the left?

In the smoke-filled room, the man's perfectly cast face showed a trace of laziness, and his long hair like black satin was casually draped over his shoulders.

As the steaming sweat slid down his perfect neck curve to his chest, his perfect and strong muscles exuded the beauty of strength. In this situation, he looked like a monster.

Mu Zhiqing didn't expect that what she would see after approaching was such a scene, she was stunned in the same place, her expression stunned.