Love in Xuancheng

The side hall is the emperor's small study for the emperor to read, play chess, draw... In his spare time.

Feng moye chose a short couch near the bookshelf to sit down, crossed his knees and closed his eyes, and quickly entered the state of cultivation.

After listening to Feng moye's words, Mo Sang's tight strings all loosened in an instant.

This is Feng moye's promise to him. As long as he doesn't leave, there will be no accidents. It's reassuring.

Mo sang raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He slowly walked to the bed of Fengxuan City, pulled the stool and sat down slowly. He stared at Fengxuan city quietly, praying silently in his heart that Fengxuan city could live safely for seven days.

Seven days, say long or short.

These seven days, fengxuancheng also occasionally woke up, but he would fall asleep again after only five words.

Every time he wakes up, without exception, he only asks one question: "how many days left?"

He could have enjoyed the three months of leisure, but who could have thought that Feng moye would show up. Fortunately, Shen Xingyue accidentally touched the needle position, so that Feng Xuancheng almost died of pain.

The old emperor can survive the last seven days, which can be regarded as a strong willpower.

The old emperor just woke up when Feng moye, who was practicing in the pian hall, took out a pill and ordered Mo sang to take it.

After taking the pill, the old emperor's spirit obviously improved a lot.

He looked lovingly at the wind and said nothing. He looked like a child asking for praise for doing good deeds, but it did look... Funny on the old emperor.

"Thank you!"

Feng moye finally opened his mouth. He sincerely thanked the old emperor.

However, as soon as the old emperor heard the word "thank you", his face suddenly turned green. "Smelly boy, I worked hard until the last day to ask you for a thank you?"

Feng moye frowned and said nothing. For the first time, he didn't turn around because the old emperor lost his temper. For the first time, he looked at the falling old man on the bed so quietly and seriously. He knew what the old emperor wanted. He wanted to hear himself call him "father".

It may not be so difficult for others, but it is too difficult for Feng moye. He had rehearsed more than hundreds of times in his heart, but he really faced it, but he couldn't open his mouth and make a sound.

For the first time, he felt another kind of tension and loss.

His hands were gathered in his sleeves, tight and tight. He continued to comfort himself in his heart, but he still couldn't cross the barrier in his heart.

"Father --"

A familiar voice came from behind, and a familiar voice came from behind, clear as a spring and crisp as a bell.

Yes, ma'am!

Before Feng moye turned back, Shen Xingyue strode to the bedside.

"Father, thank you for giving me such a good husband."

Shen Xingyue knelt beside the bed and pulled the old emperor's hand in his hand.

Sincere words, calm look and willful and easy-going attitude soften the condensed atmosphere in the hall.

Unknowingly, I thought how harmonious the father-in-law and daughter-in-law usually get along.

Feng Xuancheng frowned and smiled brightly.

Taking advantage of this gap, Shen Xingyue glanced sideways at Feng moye and scolded in a deep voice: "going to the theatre? This is your father. Protect you, love you, and really love your father!"