Love in Xuancheng

Feng moye's hand pinched tightly in his sleeve. He didn't intend to go on like this. He took Shen Xingyue directly, clasped her in his arms, grabbed the injured hand and shook it in front of Shen Xingyue, "small injury?"

Shen Xingyue was speechless. She looked away and kept silent.

Feng moye glanced at Shen Xingyue, who didn't intend to continue to open his eyes and talk nonsense. He smiled angrily, frowned and shook his head reluctantly. He moved gently and carefully removed the randomly wrapped cotton cloth. His love and helplessness made him suffocate in his chest and almost out of breath.

"Why not call Luo Yu?"

"She's your man!" Shen Xingyue blurted out, "she knows you don't know?"

Feng moye's hand spreading medicine powder stagnated in the air and recovered as usual for a moment. "Why is the princess afraid that the king knows?"

"You are the answer now!" Shen Xingyue glanced at Feng moye.

"Oh? What is the king like now?" Feng moye looked down at himself and asked puzzled.

Shen Xing looked at him with a white moon and shouted to Luo Yu, "get a mirror for your prince!"

The kneeling Abbot got up slowly when Feng moye came in. When he saw these two people behave like this in the meditation room, he couldn't help saying, "two benefactors, this is the pure land of Buddhism!"

Shen Xingyue heard that Yan was trying to break away, but he heard Feng moye coldly say, "get out!"

The abbot was so frightened that he raised the corner of his robe and ran out. Seeing this, the little monk at the door hurried out of the meditation room.

"Benefactor, this is the pure land of Buddhism! It's better to let go. Don't blaspheme the gods! Beware of being damned by heaven!" Shen Xingyue said with a dignified face and learned from the Abbot's tone.

When Feng moye heard the speech, he tightened his arm around her, bowed his head and pasted it to Shen Xingyue's ear and whispered, "don't be afraid, benefactor. It's just heaven's curse. I will bear it with all my strength, and I will never hurt benefactor!" he said so, but he secretly said that compared with the words just said by the princess, I didn't look at my head and blaspheme the gods? The princess's blasphemy is incomparable!

"Don't stink! Just your physique? I guess I can't bear a slap? I don't know who will help who!" Shen Xingyue glanced at him and angrily fought back.

Feng moye's body stiffened and his face suddenly dimmed. Shen Xingyue keenly noticed the difference and hurriedly looked up at Feng moye. He only saw his face pale, his eyebrows full of depression, sadness and helplessness.

Did I say something wrong just now? Didn't say anything! How did he react? Is the body suddenly uncomfortable? Shen Xingyue is confused! Gently shouted "Lord --"

Feng moye was immersed in the painful memory of Youji Jiaofeng forest, so he couldn't extricate himself, so he didn't hear Shen Xingyue's voice.

"The wind is evil!" Shen Xingyue's heart hung up and her voice raised a little, "what's the matter with you? Talk!"

Feng moye seemed to hear Shen Xingyue's voice and gradually returned to his mind. His eyes slowly fell on Shen Xingyue's face. His eyes were filled with grief. His arms suddenly tightened and held Shen Xing firmly in his arms. Tears burst out in an instant.

Shen Xing was stunned by the sudden change. She felt that Feng moye's body was trembling slightly, and her heart couldn't help shaking. Was he crying? What makes him so sad and helpless? Is there anything he can do if he is strong and cold?

"Lord --" Shen Xingyue shouted uneasily. She didn't know how to comfort. She had no experience at all! Poisonous tongue is a good housekeeping skill. It's useless!

"Sorry, in the future, even if I give up my life, I will protect you completely! I will never let you suffer any more injustice and injury!" Feng moye's tone was particularly firm.