Chapter 236: Twisted melon is the sweetest

Feng Aotian raised his eyes to look at Wufeng, and saw that his eyes were still so indifferent, but there was an unnoticeable black mist under his eyes, and he was obviously angry.
"It's just a skin trauma." Feng Aotian coughed lightly and said flatly.
No wind turned his eyes to look at Leng Qianye, "General Leng should wait outside for a while."
Looking towards Wufeng, Leng Qianye's tone was very flat, without any emotions, but with his intuition, he could hear the unhappiness in that tone.
He wanted to stay, but when he saw Feng Aotian smile at him, he left the inner hall and stood in the hall.
With the curtain down, Meteor had already retreated out of the current affairs.
He then sat down, opened the medicine box, raised his hand, and untied her shirt. Fortunately, he tied her chest, and it didn't hurt to get there. As if he hadn't seen it, he calmly took out the secret ointment. Then looked at the wound.
Looking at the windlessness, Feng Aotian thought of Leng Qianye again. According to normal people's thinking, didn't they all undress like this? Why does Chiba have to roll it up from below?
When the wind saw her frowned slightly, with a thoughtful look, he said lightly, "Does it hurt?"
Feng Aotian shook his head slightly, "This little injury can eliminate his demons, it's worth it."
No wind is not stupid. Naturally, he can hear the meaning of some words. He raised his eyes and looked at her, "The emperor is really passionate. He smiles for the Pomeranian and does not hesitate to abuse himself."
Feng Ao Tian was lying flat with his hands propped on the back of his head, his eyes looked at the windless, and if there was nothing in his eyebrows, the fingers were carefully and gently applying medicine to her.
She smiled, "Why didn't your father see you smiling?"
No wind snorted and didn't look up at her, "The emperor wants to show me masochism too?"
Feng Aotian shook his head and said, "Neither or not."
"How does the emperor want to make me smile?" Wufeng raised his hand to gently close her jacket, and then looked down, fingertips across the belt around her waist, and began to fade.
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Hey, is there no other way to apply medicine?"
"Take off the trousers, or tear them, it's the same, why bother to tear them?" Wufeng said lightly.
Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, "Couldn't it be rolled up?"
"You have two whips on your thigh, can you roll it above your thigh? What's the difference between it and taking it off?" Wufeng still said calmly, and he raised his eyes unhurriedly, "Does the emperor like others to be the emperor? Take it off? In that case, I will let the beauty from outside come in."
Seeing that he was about to get up, Feng Aotian quickly held down his hand, "Then you should come."
A faint smile flashed through the windless eyes, and the surface was still indifferent. He slowly sat down, untied the straps, and then dropped. The skin wrapped in the trousers was very graceful, and his fingertips curled up. Ointment, rubbed the injured area on her thigh.
Feng Aotian looked at Wufeng amusedly, thinking that although she is not a stunner, she is also skin-songxue. She has a well-proportioned figure. He is not confused when he sees such a beautiful face, and he can still give her so calmly. medicine?
No wind looked at her knees and the welt marks on her calves. He raised his eyes and looked at her, "The emperor is really cruel to himself."
Feng Aotian suddenly sat up, leaned forward, raised his chin, slowly approached, and stared at him, "Distressed?"
The corner of the windless mouth raised slightly, Yun Danfeng withdrew his gaze gently, continued to give her medicine, and whispered, "I will not feel bad for a person who does not cherish his body."
Feng Aotian put his hands around his chest, and then leaned back. Isn't she attractive to him?
After stopping the drug in the absence of wind, he then got up, took out a clean shirt from one side and put it in front of her, "No water is allowed for two days."
"Okay." Feng Aotian did not take the clothes, but lay upright like an uncle, looking at her, "put it on."
Wufeng raised his eyes and looked at her. Now he is standing, looking at her condescendingly, and slowly leaning over, "Isn't the emperor afraid of me thinking about it?"
"Then I can just do whatever I want." Feng Aotian answered with raised eyebrows.
The wind curled his lips and smiled, his movements were very slow, he slowly unfolded his clothes, dressed her one by one, and slowly got up, "The emperor rests, I will come again after dinner."
Feng Aotian was about to respond, when he saw Wufeng turn around and said, "With Mu Hanjin here, I won't be able to use it. This is an ointment. Rub it three times a day. The emperor told him it was."
He said that he put the ointment on one side, then turned and walked out.
Feng Aotian looked at the figure he was leaving, holding his forehead and looking at the sky, suddenly felt that he was really insulting him today. People who used the pole were not rare. It seemed that she had to use her strong.
When no wind stepped out of the inner hall, he saw Leng Qianye waiting anxiously. His beautiful and dusty face was covered with sadness. Seeing no wind coming out, he whispered, "The emperor just said he had a headache, what's going on now?"
Wufeng raised his eyes to look at Leng Qianye, the man in front of him had a natural isolation, but his eyes had the determination of the wind of the general, such a person who mixed the two temperaments together. , It's really rare, and there is no sense of disobedience when anyone reads it.
He faintly replied, "It's okay, the wound has been treated, so I can rest for two days with peace of mind."
"Thank you." After Leng Qianye said, he stepped into the inner hall.
Wufeng leaned slightly on his side and saw him hurried in. When the door curtain fell, he blocked his figure, a light smile appeared at the corner of Wufeng's mouth, and then he slowly stepped out of the Imperial Palace.
Meteor hurriedly followed Wufeng's side, looking up at him, "Why are you giving this beautiful job to Mu Hanjin?"
No wind looked straight ahead and spoke calmly, "It's just medicine, anyone can do it, why is it me?"
"I really don't know if you are really confused or pretending to be confused." Meteor looked like he hated iron but not steel.
Windless raised his head and looked at the blue sky. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his footsteps were much lighter than before.
Leng Qianye entered the inner hall, and saw Feng Aotian lying on the dragon couch with a new dress. He stepped forward and walked in front of her and asked in a low voice, "The emperor..."
Feng Aotian held his hand and gently hugged him in his arms, "Don't worry, the master is just a skin injury, it will be fine in a few days."
Leng Qianye nodded and then leaned in her arms. Now, as long as she can be by her side, everything is not important anymore. The pain in the past, the knot deeply buried in my heart, are now completely Untied, he raised his eyes to look at her, holding her hand tightly.
After Mu Hanjin, Mu Hanyao and Mrs. Mu had dinner, they returned to the palace.
Feng Aotian's injury was like a bolt from the blue sky, hitting everyone's heart, and a crowd of people sat around her with worry on their faces.
Feng Aotian felt that this bitter trick was used extremely well, and now that beautiful men are around, it is really very useful.
Mu Hanjin also knew the whole story. They had experienced it before, so why didn't they hate her in their hearts? Everyone has a different temperament, so there are different ways to choose to let go of what happened in the past.
She was able to take into account Leng Qianye’s thoughts. He knew that she had taken care of them. This kind of her made him even more difficult to give up. When he thought of a few days, he had to drink Wangqingshui, and his heart was pumping. Pain, he didn't want to forget her, he didn't dare to imagine, if he forgets her, what is the meaning of this person's life?
Mu Hanyao's expression was slightly dark, he was not qualified to blame Leng Qianye, because he did not suffer Leng Qianye's pain, but he understood Leng Qianye's mind.
Feng Aotian felt that this was the treatment that the emperor should enjoy. She lied on the soft couch, scanned their expressions, and suddenly thought, "Why don't you stay with you tonight."
The four people in front of them looked stunned, and quickly lowered their eyes, and whispered, "Yes."
Feng Aotian curled her lips and smiled, and glanced at the Dragon Couch. It was not a problem to accommodate ten people. She then raised her side to Mu Hanjin's chin, pecked it, raised her hand, and took Lan Jingshu into it. With a slight movement of his toes in his arms, he hooked Mu Hanyao's legs and looked at Leng Qianye very frivolously.
Such an atmosphere has never existed before, and the ambiguous atmosphere wafted in the huge palace, which made people start to think about it.
Feng Aotian's beautiful eyes are slightly hooked, his robe is slightly open, his cloud sleeves are floating, and the corners of his lips are smiling evilly. After seeing their expressions one by one, they are very happy.
Sure enough, she was shy, she couldn't help but laughed.
The four of them slowly raised their eyes, looking at her gorgeous face, they were even more fanciful.
Feng Aotian suppressed his smile, and then got off the soft couch, "Wash everything for the master, and lie down and wait for the master."
After she said, she stepped out of the Imperial Palace.
The four people looked at her and put a word down like this, and walked away lightly. The four of them looked at each other, only to realize that she had been molested.
The four of them couldn't help laughing. Mu Hanjin said, "Is the emperor going to see Wei Zimo?"
"It should be." Lan Jingshu responded warmly.
Mu Hanyao sat on one side and took a deep breath, "The emperor is getting more and more rude."
Leng Qianye's current thoughts were still on the scene where Shi Cai was still in shock, and he just sat down slowly and said nothing.
Mu Hanyao looked at him sideways and patted his shoulder, "Don't blame yourself, you should be happy."
Leng Qianye turned his eyes to look at Mu Hanyao, slowly got up, stood in the center of the hall, and looked at the hanging Xuan Yue outside, "Yes, I should put it down completely."
Mu Hanjin and Lan Jingshu glanced at each other, then got up, ordered Sixi to prepare bath soup, and looked at the other two, "It seems that everyone is going to sleep together tonight."
Mu Hanyao's expression was a little unnatural. He had thought about this situation before, but when it really happened, he felt uncomfortable.
When Feng Aotian walked to the Floating Dream Palace, Wei Zimo naturally learned the news of Feng Aotian's injury, and smiled for Pomeranian. She did not hesitate to hurt herself? His heart is a mixture of five flavors, and envy, jealousy and hatred are pouring through his heart one by one, and finally only helplessness is left.
Feng Aotian wanted to go in to see if he was good, but, remembering what he promised that day, he could only stand in the distance and look at the bright red figure.
"Why not go in?" A calm voice sounded, breaking Feng Aotian's thoughts.
She turned her eyes to look at the windless and cold wind in the snow-white clothes beside her, and the corner of her mouth twitched, "Since the Lord has promised him, he will not break his promise."
Windless looked at her sideways, "Seeing that your bedroom is so lively, you should go to my place to get medicine."
Feng Aotian turned his eyes to look at him, "Would you like to join in the fun?"
Wufeng raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and whispered, "Don't go."
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth curled, and he moved forward and took his hand, flying away from the Floating Dream Palace.
Wufeng looked down at the hands held by the two, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and calmly followed her to the courtyard.
"Duke Jiu hasn't been here for a few days?" Feng Aotian walked into the house and asked.
"Yeah." Wufeng nodded, then let go of Feng Aotian's hand, and went and took the ointment.
Feng Aotian lay down immediately, and then began to undress and undress, sitting on one side without wind, raising his hand to untie her.
Feng Aotian put down her hand and looked at him amusedly. Although she is not the face of the allure, she has a unique taste. She turned her phoenix eyes slightly, suddenly raised her hand, holding his hand, and she turned over. He pressed under him.
The jacket faded, the silk ribbon on the chest seemed to slip off, and the snow-white neck slid in a graceful curve. She lowered her head slightly and looked at him, "Isn't the charm of the Lord?"
Wufeng stared at her in a daze, the face close at hand, and the breath that was ready to come out, made his mind shake. Seeing that he didn't speak, Feng Aotian wanted to let go, but his hands were pulled by him. Turning over, she fell on the bed, her clothes scattered, like fat, faint pink.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips, sucking gently, all the forbearance and outbursts were put on this kiss.
Feng Aotian's eyes moved slightly, thinking that he was still attractive, and then tore his white snow brocade robe with both hands, but was stopped by no wind, he quickly got up, panted, and looked at her sideways, " You want me?"
Feng Aotian supported the bed with one hand, and held his shirt with one hand, "Couldn't it?"
"After two days, your Kui Shui will come, and it is not suitable for sex." Wu Feng found a most legitimate reason, and refused Feng Aotian's molesting.
Feng Aotian's eyes lighted, and then lay on the bed, "Give me medicine."
No wind responded indifferently, then picked up the ointment and applied the medicine to her quietly without a glance.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes to look at him, and came to a conclusion that this person was very cunning, he wanted to catch her clearly, and then resolutely refused, making her think.
"Don't think that you can't handle you with sunflower water." Feng Aotian snorted coldly.
No wind put the ointment away, and slowly followed the clothes, "If the emperor forces it, then I am naturally happy."
When Feng Aotian saw him take off his outer robe and untie the thin straps of his shirt, she was about to step forward to stop him. He had half exposed his shoulders, but let her see that there was a cinnabar mole on his right shoulder. Her eyes sank, then she stepped forward, tore open his jacket, raised her eyes to look at him, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.
Seeing her look, Wufeng couldn't help asking, "What's the matter with the emperor? Is it dissatisfied with my appearance?"
Feng Aotian raised his hand and closed his shirt, "Anyway, your body has already been seen, and you are his own, and you will be long in the future."
Wufeng saw her and left like this, feeling a little puzzled by her sudden change of mood, and quickly raised her hand and grabbed her wrist, "Is it not possible now?"
Feng Aotian turned to look at him, raised his hand to caress his face, and whispered, "Didn't you say that sunflower water is coming, it is not suitable for sex?"
Wufeng saw her look impermanent, and a little panicked. Could it be that she did it too obviously and was disgusted by her? He slowly let go of his hand, then suddenly turned around, "You go."
Seeing him like this, Feng Aotian knew that he was definitely unhappy, and then stepped forward and stood in front of him, "Are you angry?"
No wind saw her smiling at the corners of her mouth, and his fingertips crossed his waist, he suddenly embraced her in his arms, "I did not do well enough."
Feng Aotian hugged him and stroked his back, "You did a great job."
Wufeng shook his head, and then said, "You don't have me in your heart."
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Feng Aotian paused slightly, his eyes sank, "Does the Lord have to do something to you, even if I have you in my heart?"
No wind hugs her tightly and does not want to let go. These days, although he pretends to be indifferent, but his inner struggles and pains are not a lot at all, and every time she looks at her so tender to them, but he treats him alone. ...
He knew that all of this was forced by him and should not be too greedy, but once he was thirsty, he wanted more. He wanted to control his own heart, but was finally led by the heart. This is also Helpless.
"Then you?" No wind released her and asked in a low voice.
Feng Aotian squeezed his chin, "rest early."
No wind saw that she did not answer directly, but the temperature in his eyes scorched his heart, even so, he already understood.
Feng Aotian left the courtyard, and the cinnabar on his shoulders appeared in his mind. The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but the man was in the dimly lit place. It happened that she was looking for the last cinnabar mole. It turned out to be him.
She was thinking and walking forward, but she still came to the Floating Dream Palace unknowingly. She raised her eyes to look at the palace in front of her, but she was full of emotions in her heart. This is a disaster he must endure, and it is also a owe his.
Feng Aotian returned to the Emperor's Sleeping Hall. The hall was also in harmony, but the haze in her heart was also dissipated. She went forward with a smile, and saw that they had washed properly and were sitting there. What are you talking about.
Seeing her back, the four of them quickly got up and saluted, "The emperor."
Feng Aotian stepped forward and looked at the four of them. Time has passed, and after these hardships, they can still stay by her side like this. She feels that this is already God's love for her.
She stepped forward, gave each of them a hug, and whispered softly, "Be with you tonight, no one is allowed to leave."
"Yes." The four of them could see that Feng Aotian has something on his mind. She has never been an emotional person. She used to make them unable to figure out or see through, but today she seems to be deliberate His emotions leaked, and they saw it really.
Lying on the dragon couch, they weren't actually what they had originally thought. They could hear each other's breathing clearly. They just lay quietly and fell asleep together.
When he woke up the next day, Feng Aotian looked at them beside him, rolled from the dragon bed, then slid kisses on their cheeks, then got up and got off the dragon bed.
Although the four knew that nothing happened last night, they were unavoidably embarrassed when they woke up and looked at each other.
Feng Aotian looked at them sideways, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly. After washing and dressing properly, he left the inner hall, leaving the four of them silent.
After a few people stopped breakfast, Feng Aotian went to the morning court.
After returning from the South to the country, Fengqi Kingdom has not heard anything, but the people respect this tyrant in history more and more. Now, the people are looking forward to the triumphant return of the soldiers who killed the enemy outside. What's more, those soldiers left their hometowns even more. Now they can return, and their relatives at home are also looking forward to it.
The past few days have been very leisurely, there is nothing vigorous, and some are just plain lives. Feng Aotian has been unwilling to let Mu Hanjin return to the Feng Clan to serve her who has always been self-confident. , At this moment, also worried.
After Leng Qianye went through the events of that day, his mind broadened a lot, and he stayed by her side all day. Now he became more and more clingy. However, this is only for Feng Aotian alone. Outside, he is still the prestige. The dignified general.
Feng Qianning, who hadn’t seen each other for a long time, suddenly returned to the palace on this day. When she saw Feng Aotian surrounded by beautiful men, she couldn’t help but sigh. They are all named Feng, one is the emperor and the other is the princess. How about a full bag?
These days, she went to the Xishan military camp from time to time and deliberately approached Fu Han. However, that person's temperament was simply insatiable, but she regarded her as a princess without too much affection.
She couldn't help being discouraged, raising her eyes to look at Feng Aotian, a faint resentment flashed in her eyes.
Feng Aotian looked at Feng Qianning and said with a small smile, "It seems things are not going well."
"Yeah." Feng Qianning nodded.
"If you can't do it softly, just come for the hard one. Depending on your ability, you can naturally handle it easily." Feng Aotian said casually, and then walked out of the study slowly, sitting on the side of the soft On the couch.
In the study, Mu Hanjin and Lan Jing were reviewing the memorial, while Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye were sitting quietly on one side reading the book.
Feng Qianning sighed in frustration, "Twisted melons are not sweet."
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked sideways at the four people in the room, "Not all of them were twisted by the master, they are still sweet."
Feng Qianning turned her eyes slightly, "You are the emperor, but the ministers do not have such blessings."
Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, then approached her and said in a low voice, "Fu Han is a dull gourd. If you are like you, I'm afraid that he won't let him resuscitate for 800 years, so he will just raw rice and cook mature rice. Besides, the younger brother is the first to get on the ground, he who is the elder brother still bears the heart to be unmarried and let his younger brother wait?"
Feng Qianning rolled her eyes round and round and looked at Feng Aotian, "Brother Huang means that if things are done, you will be the masters of the court?"
"That's natural." Feng Aotian lifted the lid of the tea and took a sip, "It just so happened that the two brothers were married together, double happiness came."
Feng Qianning felt that Feng Aotian's idea was very good, and she immediately smiled and retired happily.
Feng Aotian looked at her figure, with a touch of evil charm evoked at the corners of her mouth. If the fat water does not flow into the field of outsiders, of course Fu Han can't make them cheaper.
Besides, Feng Qianning had waited for him for more than ten years, and the people who were thinking about him couldn't see and eat, so he didn't succumb to death.
The four people in the study are naturally sharp-eared people. Although the talented talent Feng Aotian spoke in a low voice, he still fell in their ears. However, they pretended to be innocent because what Feng Aotian said was extremely true. She was forced to twist, and she twisted so willingly.
Returning from the south to Beijing, it takes at least a month for the brigade to come back. Therefore, Feng Aotian is also busy for a few days now. She has been busy for a year and is rarely free.
Kuishui has been here for three days. Compared to last time, it is much better. It is not as painful as before. Therefore, she will have such a leisurely feeling and stay with them here.
The days were so easy to live. Feng Aotian counted the time. It is now the first day of the new year, and the eighth day is about to arrive. She is waiting for Wei Zimo.
Xing Wuyun delayed for some time at Wuxiemen, so when he returned, it was already the second year of the junior high school. Even after returning to the Emperor's Sleeping Hall, Feng Aotian's life was very comfortable these few days.
Feng Aotian had never stepped out of the courtyard since that day, and Feng Aotian would also visit him from time to time, and he still had that faint appearance.
Meteor can see that there is no wind, but the person who needs to tie the bell to untie the bell. He can't help this matter.
The dog was not in the palace these days, just because he stayed outside for too long before, now he needs to practice well.
Meteor broke his fingers and counted the day when the little white snake came out. After the eighth day, half a month later, it was the day when the golden scroll was opened and the little white snake went out.
Feng Aotian thought about the opening of the golden scroll, so she could ask about the future, and after the little white snake came out, she could also help her.
Seeing everything gathered together, Feng Aotian didn't panic, he had already arranged everything secretly.
When Xing Wuyun came back, he happened to see the picture of Feng Aotian hugging left and right. He leaned against the golden pillar at the entrance of the hall, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "The emperor is really in good spirits."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Are you willing to come back?"
Xing Wuyun walked forward slowly and whispered, "If you don't come back, I'm afraid you won't even be able to drink the hot soup."
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched. Only he could say such blunt words. He was clearly saying that the last time he was not with him because of Kwai Shui, this time, he deliberately had a good day and waited for her. After Kui Shui came, he saw that there was a beautiful man waiting next to her. If he didn't hurry up, he would be taken advantage of by others.
Of course, the four people sitting could understand what he meant, and they all looked up at him.
Xing Wuyun sat on the side table with a grin and sighed quietly, "It seems that the emperor doesn't need ministers to accompany him."
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, and he watched Mu Hanjin stand up and walk next to him, "Where did you come back from? I can smell vinegar from a distance."
Xing Wuyun raised his eyes to look at Mu Hanjin, "Vinegar Village."
Mu Hanjin knew that he was doing this for Feng Aotian, and then said warmly, "I think it should be a pond of vinegar."
Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye stepped forward and sat beside him, "I haven't seen you for a long time, your temperament has not changed at all."
"You are not the same." Xing Wuyun looked at Mu Hanyao and said, "How many good drinks tonight?"
"Good." Mu Hanyao responded readily, after all, there are not many opportunities for this.
Leng Qianye looked at Xing Wuyun and smiled, "I must get you drunk tonight."
"Haha, it depends on whether you have this ability." Xing Wuyun smiled heartily, but his gaze was always fixed on Feng Aotian.
Feng Aotian laughed, then looked at him, "Master, be with you."
Xing Wuyun snorted coldly, obviously not believing it.
Feng Aotian helped her forehead and looked at the sky. When did her character go wrong?
At Xishan Army Camp, Fu Han hadn't seen the familiar figure for several days. He couldn't help being a little worried, wondering if something happened to her?
After such absent-minded practice, he returned to the camp.
"General Fu, this is your secret letter." A soldier walked in and handed him the secret letter in his hand.
Fu Han took the secret letter. After reading it, his eyes became cold, and he quickly left the barracks and drove his horse westward.
When he walked to a quiet house, it was very cold. Only the housekeeper was guarding at the entrance of the mansion. After he reported his name, he was led into the house. After passing through the corridor, he saw a quiet attic. Looking up at the woman sitting by the window in the attic, he hesitated for a moment, then walked forward.
He entered the room, raised his eyes and glanced, respectfully saluting, "The minister sees the princess."
Feng Qianning was lying reclining on the soft couch, covered with a white fleece blanket, cold wind blew in from the window lattice, and the wind chime hanging on one side made a crisp sound. She coughed weakly and raised her eyes to Fu Han , Very sick, looked very weak, "General Fu, are you here?"
"The minister received a secret letter, knowing that the princess's phoenix body is insecure, so the minister came over to take a look." Fu Han felt impulsive, and now standing in front of him, it is unavoidable to be a little agitated.
A smile flashed through Feng Qian's eyes, and then he wanted to get down on a soft bed, but he fell back when his body became soft.
Upon seeing this, Fu Han hurriedly stepped forward and supported her, but Feng Qianning leaned in his arms.
"Cough..." Feng Qianning coughed a few times when he saw that Fu Han was about to let go.
Seeing her pale and weak, Fu Han couldn't help making him feel affectionate. He wanted to let go, but was still stopped by her coughing. He straightened slightly and said, "Princess, it's windy by the window, the minister will help you back. Rest on the couch."
"Yeah." Feng Qianning replied weakly, and then lay on one side.
Fu Han carefully supported her and walked towards the bed slowly. When she reached the bed, Feng Qianning sat down slowly. Fu Han moved back, but Feng Qianning grabbed her wrist.
Fu Han felt embarrassed and wanted to withdraw quickly, but felt that the strength on his wrist was very powerful. He raised his eyes to Feng Qianning, "Princess?"
Feng Qianning used his strength again, and Fu Han followed his strength and fell on the bed. Feng Qianning quickly tapped his acupuncture points, then took off his sleeves and sat beside him. .
"Princess?" Fu Han's breathing became even more rapid when he saw her like this, his eyes were cold, and he said in a deep voice.
Feng Qianning stroked Fu Han's face lightly, her eyes filled with love, she whispered, "Do you really remember me?"
Fu Han was startled and looked at her, "You are a princess, and the minister will naturally remember."
"It's really an elm head." Feng Qianning sighed quietly, and then took off her waist-length skirt.
Seeing this, Fu Han quickly closed his eyes, "Please princess to respect yourself."
Feng Qianning always remembered what Feng Aotian had said, the twisted melon was the sweetest, so she bowed her head and actively kissed his lips.
Fu Han felt a warmth on his lips. He opened his eyes suddenly, took a breath, and saw the charming face close at hand. He turned his head quickly, but was shackled by Feng Qianning. He couldn't move.
Feng Qianning kissed the corner of his mouth softly, and then showed the knife mark on her waist in front of him. There was also a butterfly's birthmark on it. She looked at him, "Do you remember?"
Fu Han looked at Feng Qianning, who was half sitting in front of him, wearing only a azalea-like pink belly. His eyebrows were picturesque and charming. He wanted to close his eyes, but he couldn't help but fall into it. He looked at the birthmark and the knife mark, as if thinking of something, but stared at her incredulously, "Princess, you..."
Feng Qianning knew that he had already remembered, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth and moist eyes, "You finally remember me."
Fu Han's eyes were filled with surprise. He didn't expect that the little girl at the time was actually a princess with a golden body in front of him. He looked at him puzzledly, "You really are?"
Feng Qianning didn't give him any chance to think, and the corner of his eyes sealed his lips with tears, and gently painted, as if he wanted to melt the longing for these years in this kiss.
Fu Han's brain was blank, he never expected Feng Qianning to be a little girl.
At this time, Feng Qianning had already removed the armor from him, and then on his shirt, Fu Han felt cold on his body, and quickly turned to look at her, "Princess, no."
Feng Qianning paused slightly and looked at him, "Now you and I have a skin-to-kin relationship. In the future, I will not marry anyone except you. If you are unwilling, I will die in front of you immediately. ."
As she said, she quickly pulled out the long sword hanging next to her, slid it gently on her neck, and dripped blood on his body. Feng Qianning slowly got off the bed and stood barefoot on the ground. Untie his acupuncture points, "You go."
Fu Han slowly got up, his shirt opened, and the warm blood of Shi Cai dripped on his chest, like a knife deeply pierced in his heart. He raised his eyes and looked at her, "Princess, the minister is not worthy Get the princess's love."
Feng Qianning looked at him still so obsessed, the corner of her mouth twitched, and the corners of her eyes were filled with sadness. The long sword leaned against her neck and moved back slightly.
Seeing her doing this, Fu Han quickly got up and tried to the long sword back, but he heard her coldly saying, "Don't come over."
Fu Han whispered, "Princess, you absolutely can't do this."
"Fu Han, you know, my heart was given to you a long time ago. If you don't want me, then what is the meaning of my life, it's better to die." She said, tears in her eyes, and then looked at him At a glance, he slid the cold long sword across his neck resolutely.
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╮(╯▽╰)╭, Lemon originally wanted to update in the morning, but Ke Su, and Watt found that he was used to updating at night, but he couldn’t change it, ~(_)~
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