Chapter 372： Female honor: willing to be the minister under His Majesty's skirt (22)

Feng Qian was a little curious.

Who knows, the system will release the task in the next second.

[Ding Dong ~ Congratulations to the host for triggering the hidden mission: Obtain the moonstone from Yan Luo in Fengming Building. 】

Feng Qian blinked.

Fengming Building? Yan Luo? Moonstone?

and many more…

The building with a lot of people just now seems to be called Fengming Building.

Feng Qian slowly stepped back, and when he looked back, he saw the fragments staring at him.

Feng Qian turned his face away, ignoring it.

The girl was engrossed in her hidden mission.

It's not good to get out of the car right now, it's better to sneak out at night and look for the guy named Yan Luo.

Fragments are also not allowed.

If the shards help her by accident, then the points for hidden tasks will be reduced again.

Feng Qian was thoughtful.

After being ignored by the Queen like this, Qing Ye became silent and became a little irritable.

But he was also holding back in his heart, and he didn't show half of it on his face.

After arriving at the inn.

Several people had dinner together.

There was a strange awkwardness in the atmosphere at the dinner table.

It is mainly the atmosphere between the queen and the prime minister.

Originally, everyone thought that since the Prime Minister personally carried the Queen out of the carriage and went to the inn room last night, the relationship between the two should have progressed rapidly.

At least some intimacy.

It won't be like this now, the Queen sullenly bury her head in her meal silently.

The Prime Minister's dark eyes were also cold and silent.

Looking at it like this, even they felt a chill drifting by for no reason.

Probably, the only one who was secretly happy was Ning Chen.

Some surprise the queen's attitude towards the prime minister.

It seems that the queen is probably disgusted after being rejected by the prime minister for many times, so she is indifferent to the prime minister's show.

So…

The queen is also very likely to dislike the prime minister.

Ning Chen lowered his eyes, and there was a slight joy in his heart.

This meal seemed strange because of the strange atmosphere between the queen and the prime minister.

At the end of the meal, the queen directly put down her chopsticks and went upstairs, shutting herself in the room.

At the dinner table, the Prime Minister paused for a while, then slowly stepped up.

The rest of the people looked at each other.

Continue to bow your head and eat your meal.

When Qing Ye passed the windy door, she couldn't help but stop.

Quietly stood at the door for a moment.

Actually... are you really angry?

It seems that they will still have to coax each other in the future.

The young man raised his fingertips lightly, suspended in mid-air, paused, and then slowly retracted it.

He walked back to his room silently.

…

Around eight or nine o'clock in the evening, Feng Qian got dressed, tied a bag of silver taels around his waist, and gently opened the door.

The girl stuck her head out, looked left and right, found no one, then quietly came out, and closed the door gently.

Just went downstairs.

Just as the girl walked downstairs, the door next door was suddenly opened gently.

The cold young man in white squinted his eyes slightly, pursed his lips lightly, and followed silently.

Feng Qian has been paying attention to the navigation of the system. After walking for a while, he finally found the Fengming Building that he passed by during the day.

At this time, Fengming Tower was not crowded with people like it was during the day.

However, it was brightly lit and filled with sheng music.

Feng Qian silently stared at the building sign for a while, then lifted his foot to enter.

As soon as I entered the building, the smell of fat powder in the air became more intense, and the sound of the music became clearer.

Feng Qian frowned, pulled a woman at random and asked, "Excuse me, is there someone named Yan Luo here?"

"You said Yan Luo?" The woman raised her eyebrows, and said with a radiant expression, "Yan Luo is the number one oiran in Fengming Tower, and looks like a fairy."

"You don't know?!" The woman was a little surprised, and continued: "But it's a coincidence that you came here. Tonight happens to be the first night of the auction of Young Master Yan Luo."