An Lingrong opened his mouth and stopped mid-sentence. Then he frowned slightly and looked around!
When Han Fusheng saw this, his expression changed, and he was obviously very nervous!
“Madam, what’s wrong with Qing’er?”
Han Fusheng asked.
But An Lingrong waved his hand, making Han Fusheng shut his mouth, and then closed his eyes slightly, as if he was feeling something!
When Han Fusheng saw this, cold sweat ran down his forehead.
He quietly pinched the magic formula with his right hand, and rays of light like fireflies scattered throughout the hall, seeming to be hiding some kind of aura!
Soon, An Lingrong opened his eyes, frowned and said, “Why do I feel that there is something feminine in this hall?”
“Where is it? Why can’t I smell it?”
Han Fusheng pretended to smell it!
“Stop pretending to me, have women ever come to this hall?”
An Lingrong asked Han Fusheng.
“Oh, I remembered. Mulan came here just now, and I gave her some instructions…”
Han Fusheng hurriedly explained!
“Why do I feel that this smell doesn’t taste like Mulan’s?”
An Lingrong frowned, with a look of confusion on his face!
“Why not? You are just too worried. We are in a secret realm. Where can a woman come here…”
Han Fusheng stepped forward and put his arms around An Lingrong’s shoulders, saying with a loving look.
“Huh, you guy, you are so lewd all day long. Let me tell you, there are no other women, and you are not allowed to have ideas about those maids. I have long seen that the way you look at them is wrong… ”
An Lingrong snorted coldly.
“Madam, where are you thinking? After all, I am also the master of the palace. How can I be fooling around with those maids…”
Han Fusheng said pretending to be angry. After he finished speaking, he quickly asked: “By the way, what did you just say about Qing’er?”
“Oh, Qing’er ran away…”
An Lingrong said anxiously.