The Regent's Gold Concubine

Chapter 33

Without any skills, he was like a dog gnawing at random, with plunder and occupation, but Feng Qingcheng felt Jun Yuyue trembling, three parts pity, and six parts emotion.

My heart skipped a beat!
With the other hand, he pinched Jun Yuyue's waist hard, and then twisted it, twisting 360 degrees without any dead angle.

"Well……"

Jun Yuyue was in pain, and let go of Feng Qingcheng with a groan.

With blurred eyes, she looked at Feng Qingcheng in disbelief.

Just now, that kind of beauty made him sink deeply.

It was different from the intimacy of the previous few days, it was more clean and pure, especially seeing Feng Qingcheng's face flushed because of his kiss, and she felt even more joyful in her heart.

But seeing that Feng Qingcheng's eyes were burning with anger, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of her mouth, Jun Yuyue raised her hand and wiped it away for Feng Qingcheng on her own, before touching her own lips that were bitten by Feng Qingcheng.

"I came to deliver things with good intentions, but you bit and pinched me, I feel wronged!"

The corners of Feng Qingcheng's mouth twitched when she heard the words. Just as she was about to push Jun Yuyue away and take a few steps back, Jun Yuyue quickly wrapped her arms around her waist, not giving her a chance to back up. She raised her other hand, a gorgeous and delicate brocade The box caught Feng Qingcheng's eyes, but Jun Yuyue clasped her thumb, and the brocade box opened with a snap. Inside the brocade box, lay Tianshan snow lotus crookedly.

"This..." Feng Qingcheng was shocked.

For a while, his face was a little pale.

"Here, here it is for you!" Jun Yuyue said, and handed the brocade box to Feng Qingcheng.

"This, this, what is this?"

Although she already had the answer in her heart, Feng Qingcheng asked stupidly.

His hands and body trembled slightly.

Her Mo Hanmo Wu was saved, saved.

I won't have to bear that heart-pounding pain anymore.

"Tianshan snow lotus!"

"Hehe, hehe!" Feng Qingcheng smirked, raised her hand to cover her lips, tears fell unexpectedly, and then wiped hard, but wiped more and more.

It is rare to see a woman cry, and Jun Yuyue can't coax her.

"It's so good, why are you still crying?" Jun Yuyue said, fumbling around frantically for a while, trying to find a handkerchief, only to find that she didn't bring it out.

Unable to see Feng Qingcheng's tears, she raised her hand to wipe it away for Feng Qingcheng, but Feng Qingcheng firmly grasped Jun Yuyue's big hand, "Is it really Tianshan snow lotus?"

"Yes, it can't be fake!"

With Jun Yuyue's affirmation, Feng Qingcheng smiled foolishly again, "It's really Tianshan Snow Lotus, did you really give it to me?"

"Well, I really gave it to you!"

Feng Qingcheng heard the words, snatched the brocade box from Jun Yuyue's hand, closed the lid, and held it tightly to her heart, fearing that Jun Yuyue would take it away again, the string that had been stretched for five years broke instantly, and the person became fragile. In particular, Jun Yuyue is still Mo Hanmowu's biological father. Even if he doesn't know, there are two children in this world who continue his blood, but at this moment, Feng Qingcheng still wants to tell him the joy that cannot be vented in his heart.

Leaning her head lightly, her forehead pressed against Jun Yuyue's heart, crying and laughing, "Jun Yuyue, thank you, thank you so much!"

Jun Yuyue didn't push Feng Qingcheng away, and let her head rest on his chest, her snot and tears wiped all over his brocade clothes.

Jun Yuyue, who has a serious obsession with cleanliness, suddenly felt that it was good to be relied on by her to cry like this.

Raising her hand and gently placing it on Feng Qingcheng's waist, seeing her crying sadly and not refusing, Jun Yuyue assumed that Feng Qingcheng was willing to be hugged by him like this.

"Don't cry, aren't you waiting for Tianshan Snow Lotus to save someone?..." Halfway through speaking, Jun Yuyue felt cold all over her body.

It was the breath of killing, as if it came out of the depths of hell, it penetrated tightly.

Even Feng Qingcheng, who was crying so hard that she couldn't find the southeast and northwest, calmed down in an instant, raised her beautiful face still dripping with tears, and said gloomyly and coldly, "I don't know if it's for you or me, Or both?"

"Why, I'm afraid this king can't protect you, or the Tianshan Snow Lotus you care about?" Jun Yuyue raised her eyebrows.

He's not inferior to that.

Feng Qingcheng couldn't laugh or cry, "Listen to the tone of the prince, for a while, I just watch the show on the sidelines, so I can rest, the prince will handle it properly, and won't let the thief hurt me, let alone let the thief rob the prince. Send me Tianshan snow lotus?"

"As it is!"

Seeing the sincerity of Jun Yuyue's answer, Feng Qingcheng nodded, raised her hand to lose the tears on her face, "Then I will trouble you, my lord!"

It was as if the frail and crying person just now was not himself at all, but he secretly crushed the fragrance in his cuffs...

When those black-clothed masked men descended from the night sky, Jun Yuyue calmed down, stretched out her big hand calmly, and pulled Feng Qingcheng behind her, protecting her without a trace.

This slight and indifferent action made Feng Qingcheng look at it, a little amused, but warm in his heart.

Few people would think of protecting her behind them.

Even those people at the Lore Gate, who knew her abilities, would basically not think about protecting her unless she spoke.

Just, today...

Feng Qingcheng couldn't help being a little surprised.

And those masked people didn't say anything at all, they found the target at a glance, and attacked Jun Yuyue fiercely. When Jun Yuyue came out, she didn't bring a sword or other body protection. Feng Qingcheng hesitated for a moment, and surrounded her Pulling out the soft sword from his waist, he handed it to Jun Yuyue, "Let me borrow it from you first!"

Jun Yuyue was slightly stunned, and took the soft sword from Feng Qingcheng's hand in just an instant, but quickly pulled out the finger-thick rapier sword from her waist, stuffed it into Feng Qingcheng's hand, and flew to meet it.

"This……"

Feng Qingcheng was astonished.

Some were dumbfounded.

Suddenly, he remembered why Mo Hanmowu often had the same things, but the two of them would switch after a few days. Could it be that this habit is hereditary?
He raised his head suddenly and looked at Jun Yuyue.

I saw his sword rising and falling, flowing like clouds and flowing water, his strikes were merciless, almost closing his strikes, some people died under his sword, no, those who fell did not die, they just had their tendons cut off and scratched The throat is more tormented and painful than death!
When the coefficients of the men in black collapsed, they were all in pain, but they didn't even have the strength to commit suicide.

Feng Qingcheng tilted her head, and suddenly realized that Jun Yuyue seemed to be a lot more tolerant towards her.

After all, she beat him again and again, didn't she?
Jun Yuyue was standing not far away, her clothes were fluttering, and on that immortal-like face, there was nothing else but bloodthirsty, cruel and gloomy. In her eyes, there was a dead silence, her thin lips were tightly pressed, and she glanced at Feng Qingcheng, Stretching out her hand to pull up the hem of her clothes, she swiped her right hand holding the sword, and a piece of clothes fell on her left hand, while Jun Yuyue just quietly wiped the blood on the soft sword.

His fingers are slender, his expression is focused, and his posture is graceful.

He is an excellent man.

(End of this chapter)