Princess, the lord has come to beg for marriage again!

Chapter 1273 Don't touch my brother Qingyang!
Chapter 1275 Don't touch my brother Qingyang!
Murong Ziqi looked at the surprised expression of the little cousin opposite, and couldn't help chuckling, even he himself felt ridiculous, thinking of something messy.

"Ah, I was wrong. People like my cousin shouldn't do things like stealing someone's wife."

Pan Qingyue rolled her eyes at him unceremoniously.

"Cousin, I haven't seen you for so many years. You are still so unreliable. No wonder you are already old and haven't found a wife yet."

Murong Ziqi: ...

This blatant disgust is really irresistible.

He could only change the subject with a dry smile, and raised his hand to stroke her head.

"Yeah, long time no see, the little girl has become more beautiful."

Pan Qingyue didn't accept this at all, and hurriedly pulled up the torn veil, and wrapped herself tightly again.

"Hmph, how many women do you have to tell this sentence in a day? Cousin, you better save it, I'm not one of those flower girls, I will be deceived by your sweet words."

With a proud and smug appearance, he was short of writing "I'm smart, don't lie to me" on his forehead.

After Murong Zi Qi was stunned, he laughed twice.

"Yo, the little girl has really grown up, but when I was young, who was behind my ass clamoring to marry my cousin?"

Pan Qingyue, who was turned into an army, didn't feel panicked at all, she calmly raised her hand to stroke her forehead, and sighed pretentiously.

"Who hasn't been young and blind and ignorant."

Murong Ziqi: ...

While he was still in a daze, Pan Qingyue turned sideways, ran over in small steps, and chased into the building.

"Cousin, I won't talk to you anymore. I'm still busy catching rapes. I'll visit you at your house next time."

While running, he waved at him without turning his head. It seemed that he was really in a hurry.

Murong Ziqi looked at her back with a slight smile on his lips.

After she disappeared through the door, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, just after taking two steps this time, he saw two people in black robes and hoods walking towards him.

Murong Ziqi's expression remained unchanged, he pretended not to see anything, but kept staring at them out of the corner of his eye.

As they passed each other, the taller of the two seemed to turn his head.

The eyes of the two were separated by the outer edge of the hood.

Murong Ziqi walked out the door, and after a while, he turned around when the footsteps had gone away.

Why do you feel that person is somewhat familiar?I always feel like I've seen it somewhere.

After thinking hard for a long time, I couldn't figure out who it was, so I gave up.

When I left, I couldn't help but sigh.

I don't know what day it is today, but I just walked through the back door and met so many interesting people.

At this time, in the private room on the other side of the third floor of Zuihong Building.

Pan Geng walked into the room, put the person in his arms on the chair, and then lifted off the cloak that was covering him.

"Brother Feng, I have wronged you, I didn't expect to meet my cousin here.

He has been away from Beiming for many years, Xu just came back recently, and I also just met him, so I dealt with it a few words. "

Thinking of the way Murong Ziqi stared at the person in his arms and his teasing words just now, Pangeng's face became hot.

With such an unreliable cousin, he also felt a little sad.

Feng Qingyang's eyes were wrapped with moon white ribbons, he couldn't see the expression, he just waved his hands at him, his voice was as clear as ever.

"Brother Pan is too polite, it was you who took the risk to help me, thank you before it's too late, how can I blame you.

Besides, your cousin...he didn't say anything serious, I'm not that fragile. "

Pan Geng's ears were red, he stretched out his hand to touch the back of his head, and smiled honestly.

Seeing that he was really not angry, he went to the window and closed it.

There are silver charcoals burning in the four corners of the house, and a faint incense burning in the censer. The half-person-high folded branch candlesticks are placed on both sides of the table, emitting a warm yellow light.

Feng Qingyang sat quietly, with his hands on his knees, seemingly calm, but his tightly clenched hands were soaked in sweat.

Pan Geng glanced at him, sensed his uneasiness, walked up to him, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother Feng, don't worry, nothing will happen. Ci'er is very smart, she will definitely avoid the crowd, and no one will notice."

In fact, there was one thing he didn't say, Taki Yi followed Feng Ci's side every step of the way, even if someone tried to plot, they would probably end up being killed.

He didn't want to mention that name, especially in front of Feng Qingyang.

He convinced himself in his heart that Taki Yi was a member of the Beiming royal family after all, and even though he had defected to Daduan, the blood of the royal family still flowed in his veins.

What Feng Qingyang hated most was the royal family of Beiming. If he was told that his own sister was with Prince Beiming, how would he feel?

Pan Geng sighed inwardly, thinking that he was too selfish, but no one has selfishness.

Feng Qingyang didn't raise his head, his fingertips were entangled together.

"Ah Ci...haven't seen her for so many years, she has grown up..."

In the past, he was always more timid when he saw the close hometown in the book. At this time, his heartbeat continued to speed up, wanting to see and fearing, it was true.

dong dong——

There was a knock on the door, Feng Qingyang turned his head suddenly, and the moon-white ribbon floated in the air.

Pan Geng glanced at him, and walked quickly to the door.

Standing outside the door were indeed Feng Ci and Long Yi, they were the men in black who passed Murong Ziqi downstairs.

Even if Takiyi couldn't see Fengci's expression, he could guess how excited she was at this moment, and couldn't help but hug her from behind.

"Don't be afraid, go in, I will guard outside, and no one will let it in."

Feng Ci couldn't even make a sound, only nodded with difficulty, and then knocked on the door.

The door opened from the inside, revealing Pan Geng's square face.

Taki Yi raised his head slightly, glanced at him with his chin up, snorted coldly, gently supported Feng Ci's waist, and pushed her in.

He turned around, leaned half against the door, looked up at the roof, and never looked directly at Pan Geng from the beginning to the end.

He still had hatred in his heart, it was this man who wanted to slap his Chinese cabbage and tricked him to Beiming!
Pan Geng also didn't want to see him, so he also snorted and closed the door.

As soon as Feng Ci walked in, he saw Feng Qingyang sitting on the chair, his eyes stayed on the moon-white ribbon for a moment, and then swept to his legs, tears fell down uncontrollably immediately.

"Brother!"

She rushed over with tears in her eyes, knelt directly on the carpet in front of Feng Qingyang's chair, hugged his waist with both hands, poked her head into his arms, choked up crying.

After Feng Qingyang reacted, he touched her head a little clumsily, noticed that she was wearing a hood, fumbled to lift it off, and then touched her face, and wiped it along the contours of the face with his slender fingertips. Go teardrop.

"My family's Ci'er has really become a big girl, and she has grown up, but she still loves to cry so much."

He held back his tears, fearing that the ribbon would be discovered by the tears soaking through, and slowly uttered these words.

The scene that I had dreamed about countless times in my dream suddenly came true, and I felt mixed emotions.

Although I couldn't see her growing up, I was satisfied just hearing her voice and touching her face.

Feng Ci let the tears blur his eyes, dripping down drop by drop, staining his temple hair.

"Brother, woo woo woo, Ci'er misses you so much..."

Feng Qingyang felt that the tears on her face were wiping more and more, her heart was hot, and her nose was sore.

He took out the white veil from his sleeve, touched her face again, and carefully wiped away the tears.

"Ci'er is good, brother is very good. I thought I would never see you again in this life, but I didn't expect to see the grown-up Ci'er. I really have no regrets in this life."

There was a sense of life and death in his words, which made people feel pity after hearing it.

Feng Ci hugged his leg, tears were like broken beads.

Her proud elder brother used to be so high-spirited, riding on a steed, walking through the streets of Liangjing, dressed in silver and white armor, with a gorgeous face, and many women threw flowers and scented handkerchiefs at him.

But now that he can't see again, and can no longer ride a horse, how uncomfortable he must be.

How he survived all these years, I really dare not think about it.

When I think about it, my heart feels like a knife is piercing.

Feng Ci raised her head, looked at him with red circles around her eyes, and a light mist in her almond-like eyes, and raised her hand to touch his face.

"Brother, you've lost weight."

Choked for a long time, only these few words were held back.

He was indeed thinner, his facial features became more and more prominent, and he felt like he was in a celestial world, as if he couldn't see any worldly fireworks from him.

The two siblings "looked at each other" speechlessly, they had countless things to say in their hearts, but they didn't know where to start.

They all want to ask each other how are you doing all these years, but you don't need to think about it, what kind of life in purgatory it must be.

It is not easy to survive.

The room was silent, Pan Geng stood in the corner, pretending to look at a vase in the corner, his eyes were warm.

At this moment, a sudden shout burst out.

"Let go of your hand! Don't touch my brother Qingyang!"

Immediately afterwards, a slender figure came out from nowhere.

It happened so suddenly that no one could react, and the man just took advantage of the loophole, and ran behind Feng Qingyang, hugged him possessively, and stared at Fengci with his fire-breathing eyes.

"Brother Qingyang is mine! No one else is allowed to touch him! Especially women!"

Feng Ci was a little dazed, with tears still hanging on his face, rarely showing a silly look that he didn't usually see.

On the other hand, Pan Geng was the first to react, and immediately rushed over, grabbing her by the back collar like a chick.

"Qingyue! Where did you come from? Why are you here?"

Pan Qingyue, however, seemed to have taken root under her feet, entangled with Feng Qingyang like a flower vine and did not let go.

She glared at Feng Ci, then turned her head to stare at her brother.

"Brother, I hate you! I'm your own sister, how can you turn your elbows out!

You clearly know that I like brother Qingyang, you, you actually brought him to meet other women! "

She spoke like cannonballs, she didn't stop at all, and she didn't explain when she sneaked in, she just scolded her brother.

The more she talked, the more wronged she became, and the tears began to fall. No matter how pitiful she looked, if she didn't know it, she really thought that her husband had been snatched away.

Pan Geng almost vomited a mouthful of old blood, he was really ashamed to see Feng Qingyang brother and sister, so he could only raise his hand to cover his face.

"Qingyue, stop making trouble, she is..."

Pan Qingyue was so angry that she didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

"Shut up, I hate you!"

(End of this chapter)