Chapter 617: Feng Lintian (20)

"Maybe I'm the one the kings are plotting to rebel." King Jin said slowly: "Maybe I will finally fail the emperor's brother. Why do you believe me?"
"I believe you based on the emperor." Nie Wushuang smiled. "He can see people right, you are worthy of him."
King Jin was silent. He looked at Nie Wushuang in the pavilion and turned sneer: "I will help the emperor brother, but not because the emperor brother and you trust me, but I will certainly do it."
He turned and left.
Nie Wushuang sighed softly at the figure he left coldly. In Jin's heart, he is still the culprit who killed Xiao Fengqing.
Xiao Fengqing ... Her heart was pained again. I don't know where he is now, nor how he is now.
But surely, he was determined to never see her again. The Nanmu mule he carved himself was placed on that window sill, and no matter how she called, he no longer appeared.
With tears falling in her eyes, she looked at the silence in the room, and finally returned to the Ganlu Temple. The palace man saw the queen return, bowed his head, and retreated. She came to the bed and looked at Xiao Fengyu's quiet sleeping face. Tonight, he should be tired, looking at his handsome face, the temple was so quiet that he could hear his heartbeat.
She knelt beside the bed, and looked at him like this, seeing the softness in her heart, why did God set the fate of the people so arbitrarily, so she met Xiao Fengqing who was gentle and affectionate. Two people, in this life she was destined to owe another.
"Come back?" Xiao Fengyi opened his eyes and smiled at her: "I was asleep."
The candlelight was so soft that it masked the sickness on his face a little. Nie Wushuang raised his eyes. In the blurry tears, he could still see the emperor who was quiet and almost worshipped.
"What's wrong?" He reached out and stroked her cheek, but felt a tear in his hand.
"It's nothing." Nie Wushuang shook his head and wiped away the tears in his eyes: "It was Chen Xun's eyes that lost the sand."
Xiao Fengyi smiled slightly and picked her up on the bed. The smell of good smell on his face made her nose sour. She buried herself in his arms and wept quietly again. Xiao Fengzhen didn't ask, just stroking her back. What she didn't want to say, he never wanted to persecute her, even if she knew that someone else was sad.
But what does it matter, she loved him and was willing to return, all this was enough for him.
Nie Wushuang cried in silence for a while, then looked up, apologizing: "Emperor, courtier ..."
"Phoenix." Xiao Fengji interrupted her, and smiled slightly. "I still like you calling me Phenom when there is no one."
"Phoenix." Nie Wushuang snuggled lightly on him: "Jin can help the emperor."
"I know." Xiao Fengxi thought of his youngest brother, and his heart warmed. At this time, this trust is even more rare.
Nie Wushuang sighed softly: "But there is still a knot in Jin Jin's heart."
Xiao Fengxuan looked down at her and asked with his eyes. Nie Wushuang then smiled bitterly: "He has never been able to explain the death of King Huai Rui."
Xiao Fengdi realized that he was looking at Nie Wushuang, whose face was dark, "So he said something that hurt your heart, didn't he?"
Nie Wushuang smiled bitterly: "This is not to blame him. The prejudice against the court officials in this world is already very deep."
Xiao Fengxi shook her hand comfortably: "Someday, King Jin will understand, but it is not the time yet."
Nie Wushuang nodded his head and leaned on him: "I never expected anyone to understand me." She looked up and looked at Xiao Fengyi: "Just with Fengyi is good."
Xiao Fengxi's heart was so hot that she suddenly lowered her head and kissed her deeply. The kiss was so lingering, soft and gentle. He would not let her escape again, clasping her waist and tangling with her. Nie Wushuang managed to break away from him, blushed, and whispered, "No, emperor ... Feng Ye, Taiyi said you were still sick ..."
Xiao Fengyi chuckled and buried her in her neck. His burning breath sprayed her sensitive neck, making her heart tremble.
"Phoenix ..." She wanted to push him away. He had pressed her against the bed, his shirt loosening, revealing his strong chest. Nie Wushuang was surrounded by his breath, and his heart was pounding.
She raised her shameful eyes and fixedly looked at him.
"Wusou, we are husband and wife." His kiss fell, kissing her eyes, her lips, falling on her slender neck, winding down, and stamped on her white chest. His kiss was lingering and burning, so she couldn't break free.
The body was slightly cold, he had penetrated into her, patrolling every inch of her skin like jade, and his slightly cold hands brushed, causing her to shudder.
"Wusou ..." He whispered her name in her ear and uttered a deep love.
The thin account fell, the palace lanterns in the palace swayed, and everything was as beautiful as dream. His gaze made Nie Wushuang's face flush slowly like a peach blossom, and her shirt faded. She coaxed her face and kissed his chest. There, the red wound was the same as before.
"Does it still hurt?" She whispered.
"It doesn't hurt." Xiao Fengxi smiled, held her hand, and touched her heart: "No matter how many injuries, there will be a day of healing. No matter what, we will definitely grow old."
His eyes were firm, and the omnipotent emperor was back. The anxiety in her mind gradually became a place to rely on. She kissed his wound and lit a flame on him. The shadow on his body had fallen, and he had taken off her last piece of clothing.
In the night of late spring, quietly, the grass and insects tremble, and there is a silence. She closed her eyes with a smile, and tightened her warm and ready body, tears rolled down her eyes, but this was not sadness, but joy.

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