Empress Shen Gongjiao

Chapter 880 Who Killed a Thousand Swords

Maybe it was because the look in her eyes was too dazed and bleary, revealing a bit of pity for no reason, Jun Moying pursed her thin lips lightly, and walked towards her, but standing still in front of her, she didn't know how to speak.

Now that they were very close, Feng Qian finally saw the color in his eyes that had been deflected by the light and shadow just now.

Very light and complex.

"What's the matter?" Feng Qian still pulled the corner of her mouth, although she smiled a little forcedly.

Jun Moying suddenly had a block in his heart, he didn't like to see her cautious look, even if he knew it was because of his own inexplicable emotions, he still couldn't help the weird feeling of suffocation.

Everything happened with his permission. How could he not know if there was anything between her and Yunluo?

But he didn't know what Yunluo was thinking about her.

Maybe there is something, maybe it's nothing, this kind of unknown actually makes him feel a little scared, far more upset than when he knew that Nangong Che liked her at the beginning, is this the so-called worrying about gain and loss?
No, there is one thing that is not within the scope of his permission.

Or rather, he didn't even know that such a thing had happened!

His eyes narrowed slightly, and Jun Moying suddenly took out the silk from his sleeve. The movement was so large that Feng Qian's eyelashes trembled involuntarily. For a moment, she even suspected that the man was planning to smash the thing directly. on her face.

But after all, no, good self-cultivation made it impossible for him to do such a thing.

"You see what this is?"

The man held a corner of the silk between his fingers, and his slender fingers looked even more beautiful in the sunlight.

Feng Qian shifted her gaze to the thing in his hand. The drapery of the silk made her unable to see what was painted on it. She clenched her hands, biting her lips slightly, and stretched out her hand to take the silk. come over,

Flattened, it’s a big silk, that’s why so many paintings and so many things can be written on it, right?

There were Yunluo who checked her pulse, there were conversations between them, and there were many words "explaining" the relationship between them.

Feng Qian didn't know if she should be thankful. The person who drew this painting didn't know that Yunluo gave her the needle, otherwise she would also have to paint the scene of her showing her arms, right?Maybe it would look even more sensational that way.

Suddenly, Feng Qian's pupils shrank, and her heart seemed to miss a beat.The fact that she was rescued by Yunluo in the sunset was also...

Jun Moying obviously also noticed the change in her expression, "See?" His tone was filled with anger mixed with sarcasm, "If I expected it, is this the day Nangongche left the palace?"

After thinking about it, this is the only possibility. He would always know if something happened to her on weekdays.

The little thing that should be beaten told him that he was not feeling well, but he fell into the pool and was rescued by Yunluo!

"En..." Feng Qian lowered her head, as if her head was about to drop to the ground, "It seems to be..."

like?

Jun Moying almost laughed angrily at her, "Yan Ze, you don't even remember what day it is?"

"No, it seems to be that day..." Feng Qian muttered softly.

Which murderer even knew about her falling into the water?
Yun Qiansu?

No!Feng Qian quickly denied this guess. It was possible if something else happened, but it was absolutely beyond Yun Qiansu's tolerance to involve Yun Luo in slandering her.I'm afraid that woman is more angry than her now.

(End of this chapter)