Chapter 602: Feng Lintian (5)

His lips were so cold, Nie Wushuang couldn't help but start up, but he couldn't help but stamp his lips. She froze slightly, her face burning like a fire. The enchanting makeup on his face could be washed away in the future, but the casual expression of his eyebrows was more attractive.
Xiao Fengxi could not help kissing her warm lips deeply. The warm fragrance came, and she could not help but tremble in her heart, trying to escape, but he was tightly in her arms.
"Don't move." His dumb voice sounded in his ear. Nie Wushuang throbbed in his heart. Since returning to the palace, he has been seriously ill. Until recently, his condition has been slightly better. She is worried and cares day and night, but how can ...
She didn't dare to act rashly, for fear of hitting his old injury. His kisses were so strange and familiar, his lips and tongue were all familiar, and he had the pain of medicine. She strained her nerves one morning and gradually relaxed in this tender kiss, sinking into his arms, and gradually lost her way.
Lips and tongues tangled, like a child who was not lame, clasping her slender waist tightly, bringing her closer. The lightness of his shirt brought the heat of his body, and his tenderness came in his memory, and she tangled with him unforgettable.
"Wusou ..." He sighed lightly, unplugging the heavy phoenix on her head, and her hair like a waterfall poured down. The fragrance of her hair permeated his fingers, and the familiar person in her memory was in her arms and would not leave. This cognition bumped into his heart, making Xinhu ripple.
He covered her affectionately, and a fine kiss fell, her eyes, her cheeks, turned gently, kissed her delicate neck, a little down.
There is a bright sky in front of them. The two are entangled like a tree and a vine, so entangled like that, they do not want to give up ...
Suddenly, something in his sleeve fell to the ground, and Nie Wushuang caught a glimpse at the corner of her eyes. She jumped up and looked at the white piece of snow, and there was a bright red blood stain in the middle.
"This ..." She picked up her trembling hands and looked at Xiao Fengyi in disbelief.
The red tide on his face faded away, as white as snow. He smiled and held her hand: "Wusou ..."
"How can you vomit blood?" She spit out a complete sentence for a long time, her hands and feet were as cold as in the moonlight snow. She trembled and looked at the smiling Xiao Fengxuan: "Why ..."
"Wushuang, you listen to my uncle, nothing will happen ..." Xiao Fengyi wanted to comfort her, but didn't know what to say. The hemoptysis had already existed three years ago. Once the heart and lungs are injured, it is difficult to heal, not to mention that in the past three years, he has been working political affairs day and night, tormenting himself in this way, so he has not improved.
But now that she is back, he doesn't know how to keep her from worrying about his illness.
"Why do you hide from me?" Nie Wushuang asked Pa Zi, asking every word, with pain in his eyes: "Did I hurt you ... Fenghuang ... Why didn't you tell me?"
"Nothing will happen. Wushuang ..." Xiao Fengxi saw her so sad and guilty and couldn't help holding her tightly, comforting again and again.
Nie Wushuang broke away from him, gave him a tearful look, and turned away.
"Wusou!" Xiao Fengxi was anxious, and quickly got out of the bed to catch up, but it was not painful. He couldn't help but pause, covering his heart in pain.
Palace people waiting outside are unknown, so they have entered the palace. I saw the emperor bending down in pain. In this chaos, Yan Qiu saw the pale-faced emperor. He looked handsome and unrivalled, like a faint landscape painting, light and light, but it had a long meaning and made people forget.
He covered his heart, anxious on Jun Yan, panting and said, "Hurry up! Go and find the queen ..."
The palace people then came to their senses and hurriedly went after the queen who had just ran out.
Someone pushed her and somehow pushed her to the emperor. Yan Qiu was startled and wanted to kneel, but Xiao Fengyi grabbed her hand without looking, anxiously: "Hurry up ... Hurry up and help you find the Queen ..."
He had so much strength in his hands that he squeezed her slender wrists, almost paining her to scream. But he is emperor. Yan Qiu endured pain, and whispered, "Where is the Emperor going to find the Queen?"
Xiao Fengxi coughed and impatiently waved away the palace person who was going to stop, panting: "She must be ... in the Fengfeng Terrace, you help me!"
"The emperor cannot do this!"
Yan Qiu looked at his anxious face, his heart was shocked and panicked, and she had a touch of inexplicable taste. The rumor was true, he really loved Nie Hou. The enchanting and obsessed woman, the woman who is not afraid of worldly rumors and all fears, the woman who dares to go up for him and listen to politics.
"Okay. The emperor will come with the slave." Yan Qiu courageously encouraged Xiao Fengyu to walk outward.
"The emperor takes care of the dragon body, don't go out to see the wind ..." The palace people knelt down one after another. Xia Yan came and saw Yan Qiu next to Xiao Fengzhen, staring at her fiercely.
Yan Qiu flinched, but a thought in her heart supported her, and she couldn't help straightening her back.
"Hurry up, she's quoting Fengtai ..." Xiao Feng was bitter and bitter: "She was upset and didn't tell her the truth ..."
Yan Qiu whispered: "Let's go, emperor." She helped Xiao Fengzhen to go out. Palace people want to stop, but dare not really come to stop. The sky was dazzling outside, and Xiao Fengxi could not help but take a step back, seemingly dazzling with sunlight.
"Emperor, prepare for the dragon." Yan Qiu whispered.
"Okay." Xiao Feng nodded, but kept looking at the distant direction, which was the direction of Fengtai.
Yan Qiu took a few steps, and looking back, the emperor's thin and slender figure seemed to be a good ink silhouette, and was easily printed in her heart.
He is afraid that the woman who resolutely left the palace at that time will leave again. He is emperor, but at this moment, he is just the husband of his anxious wife.
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Today Bingdi's notebook is broken. Ah, the fan doesn't work. It's going to explode.
Fortunately, there is a desktop computer, otherwise I really need to vomit blood ...
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