Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 275 Chapter 307

Those who don't know him will definitely be moved and confused by the easy-going corners of his mouth, the gentleness in his eyes, and the smile on his face, but Yan Qingcheng who knows him will never be confused by the disguise on his face.

She knew that his face was the gentle water town of Jiuyuan, as gentle as jade, but his heart was the snow on Beiman Mountain, cold and ruthless.

Mo Fengyi stared at Yan Qingcheng and asked:
"Why do you inquire about Yuse's life experience?"

"Send him home, his relatives must be looking for him too."

"Perhaps, he has no relatives, no home."

"Is this a human language?"

Yan Qingcheng gave Mo Fengyi another silent look.

Yuse has no relatives, no home, could it be possible that she learned from Monkey King and jumped out of the cracks in the rocks?

Mo Fengyi smiled and said casually:
"Isn't it great to have a martial arts master like him by your side to protect you?"

Yan Qingcheng sneered coldly, mocking himself a bit:

"It's so good that I'm hiding in this tree to drink with you, Mr. Mo, in embarrassment."

Mo Fengyi raised his eyebrows lightly.

"I don't mind coming a few more times."

Amitabha, but she said Qingcheng hoped this would be the last time.

Otherwise, who would like to be hunted down desperately by a group of terrifying killers.

Neither of them spoke for a moment.

Hearing the rushing of the brook under the tree, Yan Qingcheng felt inexplicably calm for a moment.

She took out a pocket crossbow from her body and threw it to Mo Fengyi, who subconsciously took a look at it.

"this is for you!"

"This pocket crossbow has been given to you, and it is yours."

"So I'm giving it to you, you dignified Mohist son, you can't buy anything, but you are interested in this thing. This pocket crossbow looks like a weapon for women. You, a martial arts master, definitely don't need it. I reckon, You probably want to give it to your little lover."

"Little lover? Haha, this word is interesting."

Mo Fengyi looked at her amusedly, and repeated Yan Qingcheng's new words in his mouth, feeling more and more that Yan Qingcheng seemed a little different from them.

In addition to speaking novelty, his behavior seems to be different from what he saw every time. Every time he sees Yan Qingcheng, he always feels like getting to know Yan Qingcheng again, but every time he sees her again, he feels that he doesn't know the real Yan Qingcheng at all. Allure.

He couldn't understand what kind of woman she was.

Mo Fengyi pursed his lips and smiled, his voice was naturally tinged with tenderness.

"I want to give it away, but it's just my little cousin."

"Chu Jiaojiao?"

"Ah."

Yan Qingcheng recalled Chu Jiaojiao's attitude towards Mo Fengyi when she was in Liushang Palace last time, which was obviously the unrequited love of a cousin in a playbook.

Yan Qingcheng winked at Mo Fengyi and said:

"You do love her very much, and it's not in vain that she loved you with snot and tears before, but your girl looks like a minor at first glance, and you are obviously a bit old and eating young grass."

"..."

Mo Fengyi's mouth twitched inexplicably.

He didn't understand when he was a minor, but he obviously understood that an old cow eats young grass. He, Mo Fengyi, would be likened to an old cow with disgust. Mo Fengyi expressed that he was very hurt in his heart.

Yan Qingcheng looked puzzled:
"But she is a delicate princess raised in the deep palace, with a group of guards, so what's the use of this crossbow?"

Mo Fengyi replied calmly:
"Shooting birds to play."

Yan Qingcheng clicked his tongue.

"It's cruel!"

Mo Fengyi asked indifferently:
"Shooting mercy?"

All words choked.

After all, this crossbow is a weapon. Weapons were born to harm people and kill people. Compared with killing people with weapons, killing birds seems to be much more benevolent.

Seeing Yan Qingcheng, Mo Fengyi lowered his eyes and said nothing, and asked:

"Why do you want this pocket crossbow?"

(End of this chapter)