Love in Xuancheng

Feng moye nodded slightly, took out a small dark red porcelain vase and handed it to her.

Shen Xingyue pulled out the cork and sniffed close to the tip of her nose. This smell was so angry that her liver hurt. Finally, she forbeared and quietly opened her skirt. After taking the bottle, she was about to sprinkle the powder on her wound. She was robbed by Feng moye.

"Don't want to live?" Feng moye panicked.

"No, I have to try first before I can safely give it to the Lord! Is there anything wrong with this medicine?" Shen Xingyue said with an expression of "I don't know anything".

"No, I didn't see it. I took it wrong! It's this bottle!" Feng moye said a lie solemnly.

Shen Xingyue secretly feigned him, so she took the medicine to carefully help him deal with his wound. It's a pity to leave a scar on such a beautiful and perfect arm.

Feng moye looked at her carefully, and there was an unspeakable warmth in her heart. I wanted to leave her tooth marks, but it backfired. It was a pity.

The carriage shook slightly and continued on its way. At the end of the month, Shen Xing couldn't fight his increasingly heavy eyelids and fell asleep.

It takes half a day's drive to Lingshan bieyuan. Shen Xingyue arrived soon after she fell asleep.

Feng moye carefully wrapped her tightly in his arms and slowly stepped out of the carriage. It was in the middle of winter, and the mountain wind was quite biting and wounding.

Shen Xingyue's body bone is not good, and her cultivation is wasted too much. Recently, Feng moye has been quietly and quietly helping her take good care of her body. Although she has improved greatly, she can't stand such trouble. The internal organs were damaged in varying degrees due to the retrograde flow of Qi and blood yesterday. Now they are hurt by a knife. It's really worse. There can be no more mistakes.

Luo Yu followed the instructions and went to the other garden to arrange everything, so Feng moye walked all the way to the room with Shen Xingyue without any sound. The servants were silent one by one, bent their heads and knelt on one side, like statue ornaments, motionless and silent, as if time suddenly stood still.

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Shen Xingyue slept quietly until midnight. Suddenly, her high fever didn't subside. Feng moye used all the medicine that should be used, but it was useless! Because of this burning, the internal injuries that were temporarily stable by Feng moye were also pulled up, and the thousand mile dike collapsed in the ant nest!

Wind Mo Xie is already a headache and anxious. Psychic power can't be lost. As last time, as long as she loses strongly, it will lead to her own psychic power. Now I can only hold her tightly in my arms, for fear that one careless will lose her forever.

"The wind is not evil --" murmured Shen Xingyue, "the wind is not evil --"

"The king is here! All the time!" Feng moye took back his thoughts when he heard the speech.

"Don't die! Don't get hurt! It hurts! It really hurts!" Shen Xingyue said nonsense without a head. Perhaps the pain had been engraved in the bottom of her heart, which made her fear from the bottom of her heart.

"The king promises never to get hurt again! Never die first!" Feng moye's voice is hoarse and low, and his eyes are scarlet and frightening.

Shen Xingyue reached out and clung to her chest, "pain -- pain --"

Feng moye twisted her eyebrows. She didn't scratch the wound. Didn't it hurt? Is the heart hurting again?

"Damn Cangwu! Who are you going to torture? Is it the king? If you want to torture the king, you will come out! The king will never fight back and let you torture! It is clear that he is afraid of being punished by heaven! Coward!" Feng moye stared at Shen Xingyue's heart with a gloomy face and shouted angrily.

Feng moye was angry, angry at his powerlessness, angry at his helplessness, and angry at Cangwu's jealousy for hurting the woman he put on the tip of his heart in order to torture himself. She is his only weakness and weakness.