Love in Xuancheng

Feng Mo's heart sank. Did she remember the scene of Jiaofeng forest? No, how can you recall the worst scene for no reason? If you only remember that moment

He didn't dare to think about it. He pinched the center of his eyebrows with a headache. I only heard Shen Xingyue's voice ring from my ear again, "Sometimes, I can obviously feel that my heart is twisted by thorns, and the sharp thorns all over my body sink into my heart. The thorns are like poisonous snakes around the whole heart, tightening up in circles, which has been painful to the depths of my soul until I can't bear to faint. How can I have this feeling? And this feeling will be obvious only when I see you hurt."

Feng moye looked at the bright eyes staring at him, frowned and said softly, "don't think about it, keep your body."

Shen Xingyue was disappointed that she didn't get the answer.

Luo Yu came in with the food tray, stopped in front of the bed, respectfully blessed the ceremony, bowed her head and stood silent.

"It's time to have a meal. It's the medicinal diet loved by the princess." Feng moye looked at Shen Xingyue and said.

"No!" Shen Xingyue's heart is depressed and agitated. Dreaming can hurt to death. What's the problem? Look at the look of eleven swords. It should be a dream. But how can it be so true?

Feng moye was helpless and looked at Luo Yu. Luo Yu hurriedly handed over the food plate. Feng moye stretched out his hand to pick up the bowl, scooped a spoonful, tried the temperature and sent it to Shen Xingyue's mouth, coaxing: "take a sip and see if the princess can taste the difference between this bowl of porridge and the last bowl of porridge."

Shen Xingyue opened her mouth numbly, chewed it, swallowed it twice, and said bitterly, "no difference!"

"How can there be no difference? Try it again!" Feng moye's words and deeds are very much like the big gray wolf trying to coax Little Red Riding Hood.

Shen Xingyue opened her mouth and took another bite. She chewed carefully and said seriously, "really not!", but she walked foolishly in the direction of Feng moye.

"Did the princess sleep too long? It's so obvious that she can't taste it!" Feng moye said, frowning and looking very disappointed.

"What's the difference? I really didn't taste it!" Shen Xingyue looked up at the wind with an apologetic face.

Feng moye sighed and urged, "try two more, maybe you'll know."

Shen Xingyue blinked her eyes and thought a little. She nodded foolishly, with an expression of "I will never disappoint you this time".

Luo Yu wants to cover her face. She can't look directly at the princess's IQ! Did the high fever burn the princess's brain last night? Otherwise, how can she not see the master's trick? It's clearly to coax her to eat porridge!

Feng moye pursed his mouth and snickered with satisfaction. A bowl of medicated food was fed so happily.

"Feng moye!" Shen Xingyue suddenly raised her voice. She was frightened. Feng moye, who was laughing and proud, jumped. "Huh?"

"Well, what! There's no difference at all, isn't it? You liar!" Shen Xingyue suddenly reacted and stared at Feng moye with a sullen face.

"Why is there no difference? The water is different!" Feng moye's face is not red and his heart is not jumping.

"You -- hiss --" Shen Xingyue suddenly got up and wanted to punch the guy running the train. As a result, the action was too big and the wound was torn open, which was so painful that she took a breath.

Feng moye suddenly changed her face, hurriedly held her down and stretched out his hand to lift the skirt. The wound was really cracked, and the red blood seeped out through the wrapped cotton cloth.

"Don't move." Feng moye turned white and helped her with her hands and feet.

"It's all right, but for a few hours, there's no healing, but the coagulated blood scab has fallen off." Shen Xingyue wanted to say something to comfort Feng moye when he saw that Feng moye looked dignified and pale.