Ode to Longevity

What is this kid thinking? Facing Zheng Zixu's gaze, Feng Qingge couldn't help frowning. As soon as this person opened his mouth, there must be no good thing. Going to his dumplings and turning into dumplings is what she wants?

Murong Hao's face was also not good-looking, and he lost the enthusiasm just now.

Zheng Zixu tapped his folding fan and said with a smile, "I am also very happy with the marriage that the emperor has bestowed on me. Come on, order me to present the blood jade that I just got recently to the emperor. In addition, every year, I will add hundreds of dollars to the imperial court. Wan's subsidy, I heard that the emperor wants to build a star-picking building, and I also sponsored this money."

Local tycoon!

Feng Qingge's mouth twitched, this type of man is placed in modern times, that's what many women have to get by sharpening their heads, this heroic shot, even men can't help but be moved!

"You, you still want to please me like this. That's right, boy from the Zheng family, this Star Picking Tower was not built for me. I'm fortunate enough to have the national teacher Yan Wu to survey the country's fortunes for the cloud country..." Murong Hao's face Shang was immediately full of smiles, hugged Zheng Zixu and walked towards the rear.

At the moment when Feng Qingge was relieved, the chill from the bottom of her heart shot straight to her forehead. As an international agent, she was more sensitive to murderous aura than anything else, and she could even feel that the refracted cold light, from the swept over her body.

"Be careful!" She was not allowed to continue to sense, the breath of death spread throughout the house, Feng Qingge ran out subconsciously, reaching out and pushing away Mu Cangyun beside him.

It's just that she was faster, but Mu Cangyun was faster. He didn't know where he touched the wheelchair, and the wheelchair slashed out to the side. In front of Murong Hao who was walking behind.

"Hey!" The spiral arrow swirled, and the poisonous sharp blade shone with cold light. The target was not her, nor Mu Cangyun, but the aloof emperor Murong Hao.

This sudden assassination made the people around him not react. Murong Hao and Zheng Zixu together had no idea of ​​the poisonous arrows behind them.

"Get out of the way, Mu Cangyun!" The deadly poisonous liquid emanated, and Feng Qingge only felt that the blood in her whole body was about to solidify. Does God want to tease her like this? On the first day of crossing, so many strange things happened, but I just didn't want to watch Mu Cangyun die. Why did so many things happen.

Almost, just a little bit! Her open hands wanted to intercept the shot of the poisoned arrow, but her body was too bloated, and her stubby fingers couldn't touch the rapidly spinning poisonous arrow.

He could only watch helplessly, the poisonous arrow that was close at hand, stopped in front of him, "swish" through his fingertips, heading towards Mu Cangyun.

wind song...

A strange look in his black eyes suddenly appeared, and Mu Cangyun's heart moved, and he looked blankly at the poison arrow in front of him, and he was already ready to die.

"Kacha!" However, the poisonous arrow that was about to approach Mu Cangyun disintegrated automatically, like a wax statue that was scorched by the sun. The spinning blade suddenly appeared, and the phantoms were drawn down one after another, a black figure. Standing in front of Mu Cangyun, the sword light flashed, and it has returned to the scabbard.

He was like an ice cube, and the temperature around him dropped suddenly. There is no breath of living people on the tense face, and the perfect profile is like a knife and axe.

Before waiting for the handsome sentence to come out, the figure that was standing originally moved and disappeared like smoke in vain.

The big tree outside the courtyard trembled, and the two figures that flew out like wild geese instantly disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Hey, why do I feel the smell of that wooden eagle, hahaha, the emperor, come, let's have a good drink and celebrate. Family Master Feng, come here, you are married to your granddaughter, what are you doing with such a frowning face, come come come "..." Seeming to have found something, Zheng Zixu turned his head slightly, but smiled at Feng Qingge.

OK, that's great.

Involuntarily swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Feng Qingge didn't even have time to retract the hands that were still in mid-air catching the arrow. In such an instant, there was one more person in the hospital, and the crisis was resolved safely. Even Murong Hao above was not disturbed.

"Let's talk, how about it?" With both hands on the wheelchair, Mu Cangyun lowered his eyes, his thick long eyelashes trembled slightly, which well concealed the emotion in his eyes.

Fortunately, he is fine.

Secretly relieved, Feng Qingge nodded. Mu Cangyun was inconvenient to move, and there were no servants around to wait on him. Seeing that his broken fingers were injured by the rapid rotation of the wheel just now, she couldn't bear it, she pressed her wheelchair and said, "I'll help you."

The fat body is pushing this heavy wheelchair, this scene is really unattractive, Cui Chun originally wanted to follow, but was stopped by Feng Qingge. If Mu Cangyun wanted to talk to her alone, there must be something important, but it would be inconvenient to bring Cui Chun with him.

"Hahaha, look, they really are a natural pair!" Murong Hao smiled as he looked at the two who were leaving and stroked his beard.

The surrounding ministers also flattered, followed by a commotion.

"Master Feng is so lucky, congratulations!"

"His Royal Highness King Cen and Miss Feng Qingge are really a couple in the world, a good match between golden and jade!"

"The emperor's eyes and pearls make a beautiful couple."

Countless sarcastic congratulations came out, and the seemingly lively courtyard was extremely lonely. Feng Lingyun held the wine glass, but looked at the back worriedly, and could only sigh helplessly.

"Why don't you resist, don't refuse?" Looking down at the person in the wheelchair, Feng Qingge asked indifferently.

On the first day of crossing over, she lived and died together with this man and made a marriage contract. Is it her misfortune or his misfortune? He tilted his head to look at the man in the wheelchair, still as beautiful as a painting. It seems a little disgusting to describe a man with beautiful words, but Feng Qingge doesn't think that Mu Cangyun's beauty, with a pathological beauty that makes people pity, will make people unable to resist and subconsciously want to protect him.

What a seductive, seductive man, she doesn't need to say anything, just sitting quietly like this is enough to defeat all her defenses. If this is a dream of time travel, the only thing she is obsessed with is this man.

"Is it useful to resist, it will only add to the troubles. The father is the king of the Yun Kingdom, and all the decisions he makes are irresistible." Mu Cangyun slowly raised his head and looked in front of him as he tapped the wheelchair with his slender fingers. The wind song.

She is really like a dumpling, so round that even her facial features are almost squeezed together. She would not have given such a woman a second glance, but he found that he did not hate the feeling of being with Feng Qingge.

Today, she is just like...

Looking at the blowing leaves, they slowly landed, and were carried away by the wind again. He stroked his hair, and the light in his black eyes flashed. Yes, today's Feng Qingge, just like this wind, may leave at any time. In her eyes, although the usual madness is less, there is more emptiness.

This lacks agile eyes, and it is not the original color of her eyes at all. Just like they were being held hostage at the same time, he could have sat there quietly, but when he met such eyes, he subconsciously comforted her, wanted, wanted her to stay.

"We can't resist the marriage bestowed by the royal family, why don't we accept it?" Mu Cangyun said lightly as his fingers tapped on the wheelchair abruptly.