Little Phoenix Loves Her Martial Uncle

That night, she spared no effort to save him. It was impossible to say that she was completely indifferent.

Feng Qing Hua did not move. She said: "I fell asleep, I can't hear, I can't hear."

When the maid in the hall heard the words, she was covered with black lines.

"Don't make trouble. Get up quickly." The former is also the corner of the mouth rising, inadvertently gathered all the eyes.

"They say I'm asleep." Feng Qinghua, with her mouth, came out of the quilt reluctantly, frowned and asked, "Qingzhi, can I not drink it? In fact, I will get better soon if I don't drink it, really."

Well, she admitted that she would never have come out if her family Qingzhi had not been seen away.

With such a strong body, how can she use the method of drinking medicine, which has no technical content at all.

Caier quickly stepped forward and helped her to be more comfortable on the couch.

"No, you must drink it." The young master scooped out a spoonful of the medicine and blew it to his lips. In his cold voice, he felt helpless for no reason.

Meinan is so resolute, but she can even smell the broken soup that she cries bitterly. Is it a little too unprincipled to drink it like this? Feng Qinghua thinks about it and asks, "Qingzhi, can I hold you?"

The childe sincerely micro sweat, quietly looking at her don't speak.

For a wounded person who suffered from an arrow, whether her body is recovering is really too fast.

The former hastily added: "don't say no, I'm all like this. How can you have the heart to refuse me? It's really no good. You can hold me and I'll drink it."

Caier lowers her head and laughs. If she remembers correctly, her master should have been hit by an arrow in her heart. It's strange that her life is OK. How could this behavior be more like a hole in her brain?

The childe sincerely lowered his head and put the decoction on the case. He coughed two times and gave a light command: "you all step back!"

"Yes, sir."

Caier takes a look at the man who pretends to be a poor addict, but he goes out slowly with the maids.

The door closed gradually. Feng Qinghua naturally opened her arms, smiling like a child.

The young master sat on the couch and held her in his arms carefully for fear that he would hurt her.

What kind of woman is she? From the rogue when she first met, the innocent when she was sleeping together, the determination to fight for his blood and white clothes, to the innocent who can smile for a hug now, which one is the most real one?

Her cheek is close to childe's chest. Childe's heart seems to be intentional and unintentional. Her thin lips gently brush the bloody cinnabar between her forehead, and her palms are unconsciously hot.

Feng Qinghua's forehead touched a touch of warmth and coolness. Was he kissing her? When the latter thought of this, he immediately forgot to breathe, and quietly felt his more and more rapid heartbeat in the fragrance of pear flowers.

It seems that this arrow is still very worthwhile. It seems that there will be such an opportunity in the future, but there are still some to try.

Eyes inadvertently touched the blood between his sleeves. Feng Qinghua exclaimed: "Qingzhi, what's wrong with your arm?"

Such a heavy court dress was permeated with blood, which shows the heavy injury.

When Feng Qinghua wakes up, is she already in the capital of the cloud state? However, she forgets to ask him why he left safely that day. He wants to risk his name to come back and take her with him.

Are you afraid you owe her too much?

Or did he have a little affection for her?

"Nothing." The young master gets up and retreats a few steps, slightly flustered and covers the blood stained sleeve behind him.

"Good pain..." Feng Qing Hua suddenly covered her chest, look painful: "Qing Zhi, my wound split."

"What's the matter with you?" The young master hurried forward to embrace her, words can't help but take a bit anxious, ignore the cunning in her eyes.

Heart unconsciously by her traction, as if she pain a point, he will hurt a point.

The next moment, the cloud sleeve is Feng Qing Hua Meng's a Jie, arm on a cool, childe sincerely can't help but slightly frown.

There was a long bloodstain on the arm. The blood had spread out and stuck together with the white gauze. It looked shocking.

"How did you get hurt?" Feng Qinghua frowned and asked. She clearly remembered that she was still good when she handed him over to cai'er.

How did the injury come from?

"It's just a bowl of medicine. It's OK!" The latter quietly take back the arm, said light.

"Yinyao." Feng Qinghua murmured, the childe had already brought the decoction to his eyes: "the medicine is going to be cold, drink it first!"

Meinan feeds it by hand, with a spoon in his white hand and a soft corner of his mouth. The latter can't bear to postpone. Now, even if the boy is feeding poison, she can drink it happily as honey.

It's just that the soup has a bloody smell.

A bowl of medicine finally drank a clean, Feng Qing Hua pulled his sleeve suddenly reaction to come over like ask a way: "Qing Zhi, you say of medicine lead should not be."

Looking at the jade bowl that had already been turned to the sky, I suddenly couldn't speak.

Childe sincerely very naturally put jade bowl on the case, also don't make an explanation.

"Which quack doctor prescribes a broken prescription and uses human blood as a guide!" Feng Qinghua can't help complaining.

Qingzhi's arm will have such a big wound. It turned out that it was for her.

"It's me!" The male voice outside the door is as clear as the sky.

Feng Qinghua raised her eyes and looked at her. A blue shirt came to her. She had a delicate mirror on her waist and two little girls in pink. She was handsome, elegant and elegant. She was not polite and polite. She only said, "is it because I've done so much?"

Feng Qinghua raised her eyes and looked away. A blue shirt came to her. She had a delicate mirror on her waist and two little girls in pink. She was handsome, elegant and elegant. She was not polite and polite. She only said: "Zhuo ran, I'm afraid I've done too much?"

"Yichen?" Feng Qinghua opens her beautiful eyes. She looks at the visitor in disbelief. The master of Mo Sheng Valley is always missing. How can she suddenly appear here?

No wonder her wound healed so quickly, with the flower dust in, then everything can not become in line with common sense.

Hua Yichen also did not answer, gently stroked the white hair in his arms, looked at the childe and said faintly: "my sister and I have a few words to explain, can the childe avoid first?"

Shemei?

When did she become Hua Yichen's sister? Is this guy still so natural?

"Whatever you like, young master!" The young master took a look at Feng Qinghua and left.

"Qingzhi." Feng Qinghua pulled his sleeve and said, "your arm is still bleeding."

She looked at the blood oozing from his arm. How could she feel more pain than her own? Her heart was full of pain.

"You may as well do it."

"You may as well do it!"

Two voices overlap, the same three words, in different people's mouth, it is completely different feeling.

The childe sincerely soft voice light placate, flower Yi dust breeze light cloud light of state fact, Feng Qing Hua can't help but lift Mou to stare flower Yi dust one eye, isn't you painful, you might as well matter of course.