Love in Xuancheng

Shen Xingyue cried happily. After venting, she choked a few times and stopped. She raised her small face and looked pitifully at Feng moye. "Why don't you coax me? Don't you see others crying very sad? Don't you know coax?"

"The moon really wants to coax?" Feng moye's slender jade like fingers stroked Shen Xingyue's small face back and forth to help her wipe her tears.

"I really can't chat! Hum!" Shen Xingyue pursed her mouth, turned her face into Feng moye's arms, and groaned discontentedly, "don't coax, you should coax too. How can you be a husband like this!"

"Well, well, I'm wrong. I'll know later." Feng moye rubbed her little brain and smiled spoiled.

Her heart is spoiled and tangled. This kind of heart to heart closeness has been more than a year. For the first time, she has a long lost sense of familiarity. This time, she really came back!

Shen Xingyue nodded, then suddenly stopped, raised her small face and said angrily, "in the future? How many times do you want to come?"

"No! One more time, the king's heart can't bear it. He will really die suddenly. Please be merciful and don't question the king's sincerity. Please for your husband!" Feng moye raised his hand and begged for mercy.

Shen Xingyue was stunned. She swung her small arm around his neck, straightened up and kissed him.

The next morning, as soon as Shen Xingyue opened her eyes, she turned her head and looked to her side. However, everything she could reach was empty! Cool! The heart, for a moment, became empty and cold. It sank a little. It was so painful that it fell, "did... Dream again last night?"

Dingding looked at the position on his side and felt no trace of sleep. He couldn't help but panic again. He curled up his legs and held them in his arms. Tears gushed out again. He thought carefully about all the things in his "dream" last night. He didn't even notice the wind moye coming in.

"Moon?" Feng moye bent over and twisted his eyebrows and looked at her. "Why are you crying? Have a nightmare?"

It's not a dream, it's true!

Shen Xingyue looked up and stared at the eyes of the upwind Mo Xie for a moment. She finally stopped her tears. At the moment, she tried to rush out like a dike, "it's not a dream, it's not a dream..."

"No, no, good moon, I'm not afraid of Wang..." Feng moye felt a little confused. Why did she cry like this? He didn't blame her!

After coaxing for a long time, he finally cried enough, wiped his tears, and asked with a complaining face: "where have you taken all my people? Do you know I'm afraid here alone? You've been away for six days and know you'll come back?"

Feng moye is even more ignorant. I dare to feel that I was brought by her dream last night? This time I opened my eyes and cried like this, isn't it because last night was a dream? It's not like that. What she saw just now was clearly not like this!

"Why does yue'er cry? But when she wakes up, she finds that everything last night was just a dream, so she cries?"

Shen Xingyue's eyes flashed, and she stubbed her neck and refused to admit, "no! I'm just alone here. I'm afraid. I miss them. I don't know what you're going to do with them. Worry, just... I cry."

"Oh -- well, it's to worry about them, not to miss the king --"

Feng moye smiled and raised his eyebrows. "The lady must continue to worry. The king sent the fox to find someone and let him take the silly bird and the stupid Kirin. The trees and flowers were planted in the wasteland palace. As for..."