Love in Xuancheng

Feng moye had no choice but to explain patiently: "I promise! I just take medicine and won't do anything else! Yue'er can rest assured."

"It's strange that you can rest assured! Stay away from me. My bones will be broken by you. If I don't die like this, I'll be paralyzed!" Shen Xingyue grabbed the quilt and stared angrily. She didn't relax her vigilance at all.

Smelling the speech, Feng moye can't cry or laugh. What doesn't die has to be paralyzed? Can you use words, girl? It's going to get out, isn't it? Others should not regard the king as a ghost or an animal?

"Knowing that yue'er's body is weak, I don't know how to control and let yue'er suffer. I will pay attention to it next time, and it will never happen again." Feng moye admitted his mistake in a soft voice.

Seeing that his attitude was quite sincere, Shen Xingyue was relieved and thought that he was the one who didn't let him suffer from medicine. Now that he was like this, could he have the heart to mess again? And believe him once. If you lose your faith, you will never believe him again.

So he stared at him and asked, "can you promise not to mess around?"

Feng moye nodded seriously, stretched out her hand to open the quilt, handled it carefully under her dubious supervision, and helped her tuck in the quilt. Shen Xingyue put her heart down completely.

"Madam, do you want some dinner?" Feng moye went out to change clothes after cleaning up for her and came in with a bowl in his hand.

"Well, it seems that she's really hungry." Shen Xingyue seldom thinks of eating. The things here don't fit her appetite, so she feels hungry. She only eats snacks, fruit and wine.

"Feed you for your husband." Feng moye has always laughed like a thief since last night, completely losing his usual dignity and coldness.

Shen Xingyue squinted at him and said, "you'd better call yourself the king. Listen, you're a husband. You always have an ominous hunch!"

"It seems that it's better to find a great Confucianism for madam." Feng moye said with indifference while feeding.

"What to teach?" Shen Xingyue didn't understand.

"Teach me how to use words." Feng moye picked his eyebrow and explained.

Shen Xingyue suddenly realized and pushed away the bowl in front of her. "Take it away, take it away. Why can't I use words?"

"Have a meal first." Feng moye drew the bowl closer and scooped a spoonful to her mouth.

"Full, don't eat!" Shen Xingyue was angry. I can't live in peace even after eating. It's really different. How can I agree to be with him in a hot head? It's too long!

"Oh, I'm full," said Feng moye, and he wanted to get up and put the bowl.

Shen Xingyue looked anxiously and hurriedly said, "the wind is evil! Don't you see I'm angry with you? Don't you know coaxing?"

"Why are you angry with the king?" Feng moye pretended not to know.

Wood! no It's a stone! Smelly stone! Shen Xingyue scolded angrily in her heart.

Looking at her eyes about to burst out fire, Feng moye slowly sat down and scooped a spoonful of porridge to her mouth. He said in a warm voice, "it's my fault to make yue'er angry. Come on, you can't beat people until you're full. What can I do for you?"

Shen Xingyue glanced at him, then opened her mouth, made a vague "um" sound, and finished the meal obediently.

After eating and drinking enough, Shen Xingyue lay quietly on the bed, as if thinking about something on her mind. From time to time, she would turn her head and take a look at Feng moye, but her face would be black once, which made Feng moye feel a little confused and ask softly, "madam, is this?"

Feng moye asked abruptly, no doubt adding a bowl of oil to the burning firewood pile, which directly made the flame jump out.