Chapter 66: Is it hard for the lady to forget?

Is this the clear ink that is indifferent to anything? Is this still Mo Qingli who is dismissive of everything? This is Mo Qingli who hurt himself thousands of times without frowning! ?
Fengchen Ling came to Mo Qingli in uncertainty, raised his hand and covered Mo Qingli's tight brows, and whispered, "Li."
His voice was soft and husky, Feng Qing's eyes were dim, and he turned to the Wei Wei and said, "Throw these three people into a vacant room."
"Yes."
As the shadows flashed, the room was empty. Glancing deeply at Fengchenling and Mo Qingli, Feng Qing decided to leave the room to them.
He still has many things to do yet! Thinking of this, Feng Qingji's eyes glanced slightly.
Many also lost Mo Qingli, he will grow up so fast, and only bear the responsibility that a man deserves.
"Li, Li. What do you do to torture yourself like this !?" Feng Chenling's voice was choked, and Mo Qingli felt heartache.
"Dust spirit, dust spirit, don't leave me. Dust spirit." Mo Qingli's eyebrows just smoothed by Feng Chenling wrinkled again, and even her hands began to wave wildly.
Feng Chen felt a twitch, and reached out to grasp Mo Qingli's hand, and said, "Li, Li, I'm here, I won't go, I won't go."
Perhaps it was the consolation of Feng Chen Ling who had the effect, or it was the breath of Feng Chen Ling that gave Mo Qingli an inexplicable peace of mind. No matter what, Mo Qingli calmed down.
Seeing that Mo Qingli's hair was wet, Fengchen was afraid that Mo Qingli would catch cold, and she got up to get a dry towel to wipe Mo Qingli. Who knows, as soon as he got together, Mo Qingli's hand was held tightly, "Don't leave."
Feng Chenling thought that Mo Qingli was awake, looked back in surprise, and looked at Mo Qingli, her eyes still closed, but there was a fear on her face that Feng Chenling had never seen before.
Yes, scared.
Fengchen was shocked. What was she afraid of? Afraid of leaving yourself! ?
He leaned down and patted Mo Qingli with his other hand, grabbing her hand. Her hand was very cold and cold, without a trace of temperature, but she was inspired by Fengchen.
"Li, I won't go. I'll get you a towel, obediently." At this time, Mo Qingli was like a child, a drunk child in Fengchenling's eyes. Perhaps he prefers Mo Qingli at this time. When he is awake, Mo Qingli always makes him feel oppressed and not easy to get close to.
Fengchen Ling saw that Mo Qingli had relaxed a little, and she was ready to take her hand out of her hand, but Feng Chenling just pulled his hand out, pulled it out, so that Mo Qingli's hand was tightly grasped again he.
A few times back and forth, still the same.
Fengchen Ling sighed and had to sit next to Mo Qingli, raising her hand to hold a strand of hair from Mo Qingli, blowing her breath gently, drying it, and holding another.
"Dust," Mo Qingli didn't know what she was dreaming about, and the whole face showed a look of heartache. "Dust, why don't you believe me. Why don't you trust me? Why !?"
You wronged her! ? Where to start. Fengchen Ling glanced incomprehensible, did she refer to the matter of Feng Qingjue! ?
"I'm so upset, upset."
Mo Qingli grasped Fengchenling's hand more and more tightly, his fingertips were embedded in Fengchenling's flesh, but Fengchenling didn't notice it. His eyes were full of guilt, "Sorry, Li, I'm sorry. It's not good to me, I shouldn't believe you, so that we fell into such a field. Blame me, sorry."
His warm lips covered Mo Qingli's cold lips, and gently allowed and sucked. Mo Qingli instinctively responded to Fengchen's kiss at this time.
Picking at the tip of the tongue, Fengchen Ling gently opened Mo Qingli's lips, slipped into her mouth, and tangled with her incense tongue. Mo Qingli was confused, but he let go of the hand holding Feng Chenling.
As soon as Fengchenling's lips sucked, she covered the little tongue of Mo Qingli, and she kept allowing, sucking, and smelling wine from her mouth, but it was her own taste.
Mo Qingli's body, body, but instinct, ability, responded to Fengchen Ling, and his mouth made a sound, ..., ...
Fengchenling listened to Mo Qingli's soft voice, huh, murmur, he breathed tightly, and his big hand touched Mo Qingli's clothes, and touched, touched, touched her softness.
Feeling that the body of the people beneath him is getting hotter and hotter, Fengchen's breath is gradually rushing, and the affectionate kiss gradually falls from Mo Qingli's lips to the neck.
"Li, is this the candle in our cave house?" Fengchen Ling reached Mo Qingli's ear and said quickly, "You promised me, you don't speak now, I will be your default." ! "
Feng Chenling said here, raised his lips and smiled, and then kissed Mo Qingli's neck, two hands, took off Mo Qingli's shirt, and fell down.
The white and pure skin is so violent /// Dew /// In front of Fengchen Ling, Fengchen Ling only felt the tightness of his belly, and after removing his clothes, he drilled into the quilt and poured ink Glass, body, body, tight, close together.
His kiss gradually moved downstream from Mo Qingli's neck, passed the steep peak of Mo Qingli, then passed the petite delicate belly button, and continued down until he stayed in the dense bush and stopped. .
Then, ecstasy, explore, enter, enter, ...
Fengchen Ling looked at Mo Qingli, who was still asleep, and raised his lips with a contented smile. After falling a kiss on Mo Qingli's cherry lips, he got up and dressed.
At this point, Feng Qing appeared to be in the room with the same sense of induction.
Seeing Feng Chenling dressed neatly, he said, "Are you going to leave?"
"Well." Fengchen Lingchao Fengqing smiled a little, there was grateful and moved in that smile, "Qing Jue, thank you, thank you for fulfilling my wish."
Feng Qing was puzzled, "Why are you leaving?"
"I ... and the responsibilities I have to bear." He promised Mo Qingli, who wants to marry her, and he couldn't let Mo Qingli bear the crime of bullying the monarch. Otherwise, he wo n’t be at ease all his life,
Fengchen Ling's eyes looked at Mo Qingli who was still asleep --- in this way, he was already satisfied. She did not belong to him after all.
"Dust." Feng Qing absolutely held Feng Chenling ready to go out, and whispered: "You really left like this? Throw her here?"
"Absolutely, thank you, thank you for doing so much for me. But ..." Fengchen paused for a while, then continued: "But I promised Mo Qing, I can't keep my word."
"What's more, she still has you, and you love her so much, don't you?" Feng Chenling looked at Feng Qingju's smile with some encouragement, "Qing Jue, face her with your true face! Believe you Yourself. "
Said, Fengchen Ling took Feng Qingjie's hand away, pushed the door open, and walked out without looking back.
Feng Qing absolutely stood there for a long time, until the dark guard carried the three men back from the outside, Feng Qingju awoke, and he walked towards Mo Qingli.
Raising her hand to touch Mo Qingli's cheek, her cheek was smooth, delicate, and cold. Just like her appearance, she always gave him a cold look and kept him away.
why? why? Why are you willing to block that sword for me, but not to marry me? Did you know that in order to marry you, I gave up my father and mother, my brothers and sisters, and my subjects.
But why are you unwilling to marry me in the end?
Those things, I believe you will not do it? But if those things didn't happen, would we now be married?
Feng Qingjue's heart was crying, a drop of warm tears flowed from Feng Qingjue's eyes, and fell to Mo Qingli's hand.
A kiss fell on Mo Qingli's lips, her kiss was as cold as her person. Feng Qing then got up, walked to the table, lay beside a man, and closed his eyes.
Fengchen Ling walked out of Wanhua Pavilion. Although some people looked at him with a strange look all the way, he didn't care. His heart was filled with Mo Qingli, he thought, he should talk to Mo Qingli, although he promised to marry her, but this was only an expedient way for her not to bully the monarch, I hope she can understand.
Thinking of this, Fengchenling's mood instantly improved, and when it was time, he could let Mo Qingyu rest himself. It ’s just that I do n’t know if Mo Qingli would still want himself? !!
In an instant, his mood fell again.
Hey ... he's like that, he's crazy about it.
He shook his head, trying to get all this out of his mind. Take a deep breath and lift your legs towards the Four Princesses House.
A shadow of Biying walked out from behind a wall behind him after looking at Fengchen Ling, looking at Feng Chenling's back, his fists clenched tightly.
After Mo Qing wakes up, it is already noon on the second day.
She opened her eyes slowly, and as soon as she sat up, she felt a cold wind blow into her bones. When she looked down, she felt that her upper body was out of touch, and a burst of violence, dew, was in the air.
Mo Qingli quickly pulled up the quilt on her body, covering the infinite, spring, light.
"Miss, you are awake!"
A very loud male voice sounded beside Mo Qingli's body, Mo Qingli looked back and saw that there was no more man beside him, and he was just like himself. Face, looking at herself with shame.
"Who are you?" Mo Qingli froze coldly. The man was so brave that he dared to climb up to her chuang in the middle of the night.
The man heard the words, his eyes were round, with some grievances, and he pouted, "It was the lady who carried Lun's family up, up, and came up yesterday. Did she forget it?
what? !!
Mo Qingli frowned tightly and looked around the layout of chuang and Shang, it really didn't seem to be her room.
She looked around the room again and saw three men lying crookedly on a table not far from chuang.