As if she had noticed his gaze, she turned around, and the faint smile on her lips was so charming that all the beauties in the palace pale in comparison.
The inky eyes are as warm as the azure sea. Just one glance makes people want to sink into them.
It was as if he had found his muse, Basil thought.
The peach petals outside the window were still floating, and two of them were blown up by the wind and fell on her hair, as if they were kissing her with affection.
Isn’t this kind of person really a fairy who walked out of a peach blossom?
"Hey, big idiot, what are you looking at? Our lady is already married."
When Xin Xin saw the burly foreigner looking at her young lady with a lustful look, she immediately stepped forward to block him and glared back at him unhappily.
Although she felt that the marshal was not worthy of her young lady, compared with the man in front of her, she still preferred the marshal.
At least in terms of appearance, it is overwhelming.
If Xunmi knew, she would definitely sigh and say that this is indeed an age where looks matter.
In fact, Basil is not as Xin Xin said. His facial features are typical of Westerners, very deep and well-defined.
With that pair of blue eyes, he is very handsome and charming, but his body is a bit strong, unlike the small frame of Oriental people.
That's why he looks taller, but actually, having seen so many Westerners, I didn't think there was anything wrong with that.
"Xin Xin, don't be so rude. Good afternoon, Mr. Basil. Please take a seat."
Xunmi stood up and nodded slightly to the brown-haired, blue-eyed man who was still standing at the door, and called Xin Xin over.
"Ah? Oh." Basil was still in shock and his reaction was a little silly.
Is his muse actually married? It doesn’t matter, just get divorced.
"Mr. Basil, I think you understand the meaning of my invitation. I wonder if you can exchange this for some medicinal herbs and ammunition."
Xunmi didn't exchange any pleasantries and went straight to the point, handing over the prepared items.
Those were only the production methods for the upper half, but this time she gave rose perfume and women's clothing.
No matter what era or situation, women who have the conditions will dress themselves up beautifully.
Basil had originally wanted to get to know his muse better, but he was drawn to what he saw.
Although they are only half, it is not difficult to see how the finished product will drive women crazy.
Especially this perfume, which used to be made of spices and essences, and the smell was a bit strong, so it was considered a defective product, but the profit was still huge.
And now, there is something even better in front of him. If this is produced, it is almost imaginable how popular it will be.
"If Mr. Basil thinks it is possible, we may discuss how much we can exchange for it."
"I think you should have an idea of the benefits these two products will bring to you once they are completed."
Cross your legs, put one hand on your knee, and hold a teacup in the other.
The pink and white fingers are slender and strong, with perfect shape, making the finest white porcelain just a foil.
Basil didn't know whether he was bewitched or the benefits were really great, but he gave a considerable amount and Xunmi was very satisfied.
"Well, I look forward to our next cooperation. Goodbye."
After the discussion, Xunmi did not stay long as she had other things to do.
Basil looked at the frail but proud figure with reluctance as it disappeared from his sight. He clenched his fists. He had finally met her, so how could he know if he didn't try?
That night, Basil began his pursuit.
Uncle Qiu looked at the red roses that were sent to him, and he felt as if the sky had fallen, and he almost fainted.
My first reaction was to throw the flowers away and then quickly send a telegram to the marshal.
After being told that red roses represent affection, confession, and deep love, how could Uncle Qiu not be anxious?
What if the lady is chased away? The marshal will definitely cry.
Although the lady likes the marshal, the marshal...oh, what a sin.
When the evil Feng Yilin received the telegram, he seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gloom.
Liang Hui and Min Qi Yang felt very guilty at the moment. If they hadn't given such a stupid idea, this wouldn't have happened.
It was very uncomfortable to see the man squatting in the corner with his head buried in his arms.
Love is really tormenting.
"Yilin, why don't you go back? This side..."
"I can't go back." Min Qi Yang was interrupted by Feng Yilin before he could finish his words. Last night, those devils suddenly launched an attack.
If they had not been on high alert all the time, and if Liang Hui had not brought back the information, the central government would have suffered heavy losses and might even have been destroyed.
But even though they had made all the preparations, many people were still injured.
The raid had just ended and before they had time to regroup and rest, a telegram came from Uncle Qiu, which further tensed Feng Yilin's already tense nerves.
They all had no doubt that if there was any more stimulation, he would probably collapse.
"I'll go. There's no point in me staying anyway."
Liang Hui thought that this was all caused by him, the country and the family, the country and the family, ah.
Feng Yilin didn't say anything. Just when both of them thought he was about to indulge himself, the exhausted man squatting in the corner stood up.
"No need, we'll start the counterattack tomorrow." The sooner those things are driven out of the country, the sooner he can go back to see her.
They strode away, their backs straight, bearing pressure and responsibilities that they could not understand.
The white cloth stained with red on his arms further highlighted his honor and bravery.
Perhaps this country has many marshals, but there is only one Feng Family Army and only one commander-in-chief of the Feng Family Army.
He cannot be willful, nor does he have the qualifications to be willful, but he can devote his life to this country.
And for her, he was willing to burn his entire soul.
"I'm so worried about Yilin. What if... why don't we help him?"
Even Liang Hui and the others, who were sensitive enough, could feel the sadness in Feng Yilin, not to mention how helpless and panicked he felt inside.
Although Min Qi Yang was afraid of making things worse, he still felt that he had to do something at this time.
After the two of them discussed it, Liang Hui, the military advisor, came up with another bad idea.
Uncle Qiu received the telegram that morning and was so frightened that his face turned pale.
His first reaction was to rush to the living room, "Madam, Madam, the marshal is injured and has been unconscious until now."
Xunmi, who was holding a cup of tea, suddenly lost control of his hand and the cup fell to the ground, splashing fragments all over the floor. The tea flowed on the white floor, looking particularly ugly, but no one cared to care.
Feng Yilin was injured. How could that be possible? My husband is so strong, how could he be unconscious?
No, no, it won’t.
I quickly stood up, grabbed the bag next to me and ran out. In my panic, I didn't even think of asking my baby.
Xunmi's only weak spot is her husband, but there is one thing that cannot be touched, that is, her husband is injured, especially still unconscious.
Because that was a scene she would never forget.
If Feng Yilin had a system, he would definitely hear at this moment: Ding, your stupid teammate is online again!
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