Love in Xuancheng

Feng moye will keep him alive for a long time, always in humiliation and torture, always in self loathing, and always in fear and uneasiness. Who makes him think about the woman who moves the wind? Die!

You can pull the tiger, but it must be within the size that the tiger doesn't care about you!

"What are you going to do with the fourth?" the emperor shook his hand holding the wine glass, and his face seemed to grow old at once.

"Spare him!"

I wanted to say "he must die!" but when it came to my mouth, it became "spare him and don't die!". Feng moye didn't know why he was suddenly soft hearted at that moment. Maybe I don't want to make a father sad, maybe it's because I've been a father. I don't know! The heart is inexplicably soft!

"Really? That's great!" the emperor said to himself. For a moment, he became very excited, completely like a different person. He really had the charm of an old urchin. "Who said my eleven was cold-blooded and ruthless? In my opinion, my eleven is the best!"

Born in the emperor's house, it is normal for brothers to plan and kill each other. They will gradually calm down only after they fight to the death and someone grabs the seat. Since they made it clear that they wanted to pass the throne to the eleventh, none of his brothers except the ninth? Those hands and feet that are moving in the dark may not be known to others. They can be regarded as the kings of a country. These eleven endured one by one and did not attack or fight back against any brother. Now they force him to do it. They can only blame themselves for touching the scale of eleven. It's lucky to be able to keep them alive. They don't dare to ask for more.

Feng moye didn't answer. After drinking the wine in the cup, he got up and left the banquet. He came and went in a hurry. He left before the guests could digest his arrival. He could only get up, raise his glass and bow in the direction he left.

When his son left, the emperor looked at the vast area of guests in the courtyard and shook his head impatiently. It seemed that the mess had been left to him to deal with. He had to raise his hand and call father-in-law Quan. Without the emperor saying more, father-in-law Quan knew how to act so as not to lose his integrity and royal face. In this way, he must do it often and get it very easy!

Zhuyuan

Feng moye returned to the bedroom full of wine. He first washed himself and changed a set of clean clothes. Then he entered the inner room.

"Why did you come back so soon? The banquet is over?" Shen Xingyue got up, poured him a cup of tea and handed it to him.

Feng moye didn't reach out to pick it up. Looking at her, she said unhappily, "don't you want me to come back?"

"No, no, I've been waiting for my husband to come back. You see, my neck is a little stiff." Shen Xingyue tilted her head and showed him his neck.

Feng moye was teased by her and broke her work in an instant. He took her into his arms, "the moon can always dispel all my unhappiness!"

"Aren't you angry with me?"

"How can I be angry with yue'er? I'm just angry with myself!" Feng moye stroked her green silk and spoke softly. Where is there a little cold and arrogant at the banquet.

"Husband has done well, don't blame yourself!" after listening to his words, Shen Xingyue doesn't know why he is angry with himself. He is blaming himself for failing to protect his wife. It's not his fault!