The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 20 Ayue, let’s get married!

The more Nanchang thought about it, the more excited he became, and the throbbing in his chest could not be calmed down. In the end, he knocked down the treasure of Baibao Pavilion with one palm, leaving a mess on the ground.

He yelled at the maid to get out, his voice full of pain and anger.

The maid was so frightened that she fled the scene.

Nanchang Yue stayed alone in the palace, trying hard to suppress the pain and confusion in his heart.

He obviously loves Feng Qianqian deeply, why is he always troubled by that impostor?

Feng Ling is obviously a substitute, why does he care about her so much?
  Nanchang had a splitting headache and couldn't go on like this.

He decided to go to Feng Qianqian, hoping to find answers or some comfort from her.

Feng Qianqian felt guilty for A Yue's change. If I hadn't chosen to avoid the wedding, maybe everything would have been different.

A Yue's indifference, paranoia and irritability are partly caused by her.

Her lack of explanation deepened the misunderstanding and hatred between A Yue and Brother Mo.

There is actually no relationship between her and Senior Brother Mo.

When Nanchang Yue walked into the room, Feng Qianqian had already made her decision.

If she wants to leave here, she must stabilize Nanchang Yue's mood and not irritate him anymore.

She took a deep breath,

"I want to make it clear that we shouldn't be like this."

Nanchang pursed his lips expressionlessly, but felt a little impatient inside.

"What do you want to say?"

he asked coldly.

Feng Qianqian mustered up her courage.
  "How about we get married? That might calm your anger and give us a chance to work things out."

Feng Qianqian thought about it again and again. She believed that this plan would best appease Nanchang Yue's emotions. Only in this way could she escape smoothly.

When she made this suggestion, Nanchang Yue's expression became extremely complicated. He never dreamed that Feng Qianqian would take the initiative to propose such a suggestion.

"I know that my behavior of escaping from the marriage was indeed inappropriate... I'm sorry for you, but I must clarify that the relationship between me and Senior Brother Mo is really innocent. I have always regarded him as my brother. Our wedding in the mortal world It's just a formality. So... I hope I can make up for my previous mistakes. How about we hold the wedding again? "

The more Nanchang listened to her words, he felt mixed emotions in his heart. He stared at Feng Qianqian, catching her expression of hesitating to speak, and understood that she still had something to say.

"Do you have any strings attached?"

he asked coldly.

"Actually... I want to see Senior Brother Mo."

Feng Qianqian carefully observed his expression and quickly explained,

"Don't worry, I have no other feelings for him."

"If you feel uneasy, you can go with me. Is that okay?"

"Okay, I promise you."

When Feng Qianqian heard Nanchang Yue's response, she thought her words calmed his mood, and she was secretly glad that he still had feelings for her.

However, she was also troubled in her heart. If he was not so possessive, she might be willing to be with him.

Mortal world…

The two people in the cabin are now getting along more and more harmoniously.

Although Feng Ling still sometimes sneers at Mo Feiming, in the latter's view, this has become an indispensable part of life.

After a period of adaptation, Mo Feiming has developed an "immunity" to this kind of ridicule.

The night was getting darker and it was quiet outside the house. After giving Mo Feiming the medicine,

Feng Ling spoke frankly about their current predicament.

"Herbs are no longer affordable."

After hearing the news, Mo Feiming was a little dazed at first, but then he understood. Because she lost her spiritual power, she could not open the storage bag. As an ordinary person, Feng Ling naturally did not have enough money to buy medicine.

Looking at Feng Ling's empty wrists and bun, Mo Feiming understood that they were in trouble.

As a man, he can no longer rely on Feng Ling's care.

"Your wrists and bun are already empty," Mo Feiming said slowly,

"Please ask the doctor that day, you must have pawned all the jewelry. It seems we have to find a way to make some money."

Now the situation is different, he is no longer the aloof immortal king. He looked at the green light sword hanging on the wall, paused for a moment,
  "You should take that sword and sell it. You should be able to get some money for emergencies."

Feng Ling had expected that he would say this, but she showed a slightly surprised expression on her face, pretending not to understand.

"But isn't that sword your matching sword? It has been with you for so long, do you really want to sell it?"

As a sword cultivator, selling one's sword is tantamount to losing one's dignity. Of course Mo Feifan understood this, but after a moment of silence, he nodded slightly,
  "Well, sell it. I don't have any use for it now."

Feng Ling stepped forward and took off the sword.

"Okay, then I'll sell it tomorrow and buy some medicine."

Mo Feiming looked at her and said nothing.

Feng Ling knew that he was in a low mood, but this was exactly what she wanted. The original owner thought that if he treated him sincerely, what he would receive would be his sincerity.

Unexpectedly, when Mo Feiming saw the sword, he accused the original owner of deliberately mocking him, saying that he still kept the sword now that he was a useless person.

He maliciously speculated on the original owner's intentions... In short, when a person hates you, no matter how many things you do for his benefit, he will think that you have other motives.

After settling the Yinzi matter, Feng Ling felt more relaxed than ever.

As night fell, Feng Ling began to undress and take off her belt, preparing to have a rest.

Seeing her actions, Mo Feiming felt a little uncomfortable on the bed. He immediately turned his head away and frowned.

"What are you going to do?"

Feng Ling looked calm, glanced at him, and spoke in a natural tone,

"Of course I'm resting, what do you think?"

Mo Feiming was even more uncomfortable and even blushed. He murmured in a low voice,
  "But this is a man's bedroom. How can you, a girl, spend the night here?"

Feng Ling couldn't help laughing,

"You also know that these are two bedrooms? But wasn't that room destroyed by your previous fight? Do you want me to sleep in that shabby place?"

Mo Feiming was speechless, he had indeed forgotten about that. But he still insisted,
  "Even so, since men and women are different, we still can't be in the same room."

Feng Ling blinked and suggested,

"That's easy. You sleep on the floor and I sleep on the bed. Is that okay?"

Facing her suggestion, Mo Feiming was speechless and his face turned even redder. Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by Feng Ling.

"So Mo Xianjun's intention is to ask me, a weak woman, to endure the cold floor, while you can sleep peacefully on a warm bed? Is it not Ming? I really didn't expect you to be so ungrateful and treat a hand like this A woman who has no strength to tie a chicken."

"I don't!"

Facing her accusation, Mo Feiming felt helpless. He should have known that arguing with her was asking for trouble. This woman is obviously very good at twisting the truth and biting back the truth.

"In that case, would you like to sleep on the floor?"

Mo Feiming gritted his teeth tightly, almost irritated to the extreme by her,

"You clearly know that I am physically inconvenient now, so how can I sleep on the floor?"

Feng Ling smiled softly, stretched out her hand and gently covered his mouth,
  "In that case, just close your eyes and sleep."

Feng Ling looked around, with obvious disgust in her eyes.

"Besides, with the way you look now, are you still afraid of what I will do?"

(End of this chapter)