Love in Xuancheng

The woman in his highness liushang's arms looks like... Younger martial sister.

What's going on? How can there be people who look so alike?

"Husband?"

"Hmm?" Feng moye bowed his head, looked spoiled at the man in his arms, and gently hummed.

It seems that there are only two of them in the world. They simply regard the people in front of mingzong's door as nothing and show their love. No matter where you are, you will not be affected.

"They don't seem to welcome us!"

As soon as the little eyebrow was wrinkled, he immediately looked like a sad little figure who wanted to cry.

People can't help but want to hold it in their arms.

"Since we are not welcome, let's go!" he said and turned to leave.

Seeing that the man in front of him turned and wanted to go, yanqingzi suddenly regained his mind.

"Liushang, stop!" before the voice fell, the man had stopped in front of Feng moye.

The figure was so fast that even Zichu couldn't help rubbing his eyes.

Shen Xingyue was suddenly frightened. She swung her little paw in a hurry, tightly wrapped the front of Feng moye and refused to let go.

Yanqingzi... Caresses his forehead and looks at the sky.

It's too fierce to scare yu'er! What a sin! Sin

"What's up?"

Feng moye, with a dark face, glanced coldly at yanqingzi, looking unhappy.

Madam wants to play. Yes, but it's not good to be surprised by the dead old man!

Yanqingzi raised his chin slightly to the side and motioned for Feng moye to talk privately.

Feng moye didn't like it at first sight.

"The patriarch said that the king never hid it from his wife."

OK, you boy! Just say it, and there's no shame! For Yuer, I will bear you!

"She's my feather?"

As soon as he heard the words "my feather son", Feng moye's face became darker in an instant. The cold and killing Qi around him would destroy this world in every minute.

"Who is your feather? My name is Shen Xingyue! Don't climb the relationship. I don't know you well!"

Shen Xingyue's thin neck was a stem, Feng's eyes were a stare, and a few words dissolved someone's towering anger.

War is imminent. These two people fight for days and nights. You have this energy, but I'm not so interested.

"Shen Xingyue?" yanqingzi's slender sword eyebrow frowned slightly.

"Yes, Shen Xingyue! He is my husband, Feng moye. He is not a liushang. The childe has recognized the wrong person?"

With anger on his face, he paused and said, "for the sake of your good looks, I'll... Forgive you this time."

Good looking? That old man doesn't have your husband. He looks good! Feng moye was depressed and looked at his wife with a resentful face.

"Shen Xingyue - the wind is not evil -" yanqingzi chuckled and read the two names leisurely. Suddenly, he laughed like a blessing to his heart.

Shen Xingyue loosened her small claw holding Feng moye's skirt and motioned him to put her down.

Although thousands of people didn't like it, they still put her down.

"Hey, old man, what are you laughing at? It's strange!"

Shen Xingyue held Feng moye's arm, slightly raised her chin, screwed up her eyebrows and stared at yanqingzi with a disgusted face.

Yanqingzi laughed... More happily!

Shen Xingyue gently shook her husband's arm. Her little face was full of doubts. She looked at her for help, looking pitifully for an answer.

Feng moye was speechless, raised his hand, stroked her pretty little face, bent over and gently kissed her bright and clean forehead.