Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

The branches swayed in the wind, the moonlight poured down, and the shadow of the tree swayed on the ground.

"Is there a beast?" Feng Jue dance suddenly asked.

"The beast is afraid of fire." Jun Minghui took her hand. "I've sprinkled the medicine powder to avoid animals around. It's not a beast."

It's not a beast, it's a man.

The bottom of Feng Jue's heart became nervous.

Jun Minghui noticed her nervousness, took her hand, held it tightly in his heart, and looked forward through the fire.

The rustling footsteps came closer and closer.

From the sound of footsteps, it is really human, and there are a lot of people.

Feng Jue dances and looks at Jun Minghui.

"Wait, don't talk." Jun Minghui gently ordered, but quietly handed her a dagger.

If there is a real fight later, she may have something close to her.

Feng Jue Wu took the dagger, folded his fingers and firmly grasped the handle in his hand.

By this time, the figure in the distance was approaching.

"There's someone there." Suddenly a man in black pointed to the fire at their place and shouted excitedly.

"And roast rabbit." The other looked better and pointed to the roast rabbit on the fire. His saliva would flow down.

Hearing their voices, Feng Jue dance looked strangely into the distance, and saw a group of old men suddenly running at a fast speed, and finally surrounded her and Jun Minghui.

"Are you a little couple?" A huge man smiled when he saw the two people reflected in the fire.

Jun Minghui's eyes fell on the strong man. When he saw a bag of bulging brocade bags pinned to his waist, his eyes suddenly deepened.

Fengjue dance also saw the brocade belt. I don't know what's in it.

"Don't look at us like that. To be honest, we are fruit pickers. We are responsible for picking fruit around here. We have run out of food today, and we can't find any prey in the dark night..."

He said, aiming at the roast rabbit in Jun Minghui's hand.

They are so hungry that they all smell the fragrance.

When Feng Jue danced, he smiled strangely, "I see. Are you here to pick fruit? The most fruit in this mountain forest is moon cutting fruit. Is the fruit you want to pick..."

In addition to the moon fruit, there are also some small fruits here.

But these people also act at night. Although they look strong, they are extremely agile. I'm afraid it takes a lot of silver to hire these people. They must come to cut the moon and fruit.

"Cut the moon fruit." The big man answered simply and nodded.

Feng Jue dance and Jun Minghui looked at each other, especially the fundus of Feng Jue dance flashed a touch of essence.

She took the roast rabbit in Jun Minghui's hand and said with a smile, "Oh, so it's like this. Come here, we have fish besides rabbits. We'll go into the water to fish and roast later."

The big man didn't expect that fengjue dance was so simple and polite. He smiled shyly and took a special look at Jun Minghui.

Jun Minghui pursed his lips. The displeasure at the bottom of his eyes was obvious, but he was directly ignored by fengjue dance.

He closed his eyes as if he hadn't seen it.

"Madam, your husband doesn't seem happy. It's better to just..."

"Oh, no, no, no, he's happy, he's happy!" Fengjue dance quickly stopped the crowd. Finally, he turned his head and looked at Jun Minghui and asked, "isn't it, husband?"

The word "husband" stunned Jun Minghui.

He looked at xiangfengjue dance in amazement, but the color of amazement was only fleeting. In an instant, the bottom of my heart filled with joy.

"Yes, it's all right." He answered.

Feng Jue dance even called him husband, which is undoubtedly admitting their relationship with each other.

Although you haven't married, you can promise orally. It's enough to have a dry addiction.

Fengjue dance obviously felt the happy look between Jun Minghui's expression, but she was a little helpless. She just handed the roast rabbit to these strong men, although she was reluctant to give it up when she handed it out.

This is what Jun Minghui baked for her. It looks delicious

The strong man took the rabbit, thanked him one after another, and ate it quickly.

They eat well, but the rabbit is very small. It's not enough for them.

Feng Jue dance wanted to get some news about the moon cutting fruit from their mouth, so he suggested that everyone go down to the river to fish.

There is no shortage of delicious food in the valley. It's better to fish at night.

However, after a while, the strong men fished in the water with their sleeves and trouser legs. They touched them together and soon caught more than a dozen.

After the dinner was settled, Feng Jue dance saw that everyone was very happy. She looked at Jun Minghui and asked, "you seem to be old hands. You often go here to find moon fruit?"

"Yes, in previous years, employers hired us to look for moon fruit. After all, moon fruit is not easy to take, and its position is extremely critical. An inch shorter is a world difference, which is defective."

Feng Jue nodded and listened carefully.

The big man said again, "I thought this year's fruit was also very easy to pick. It can be seen that we haven't seen full and mature fruit after wandering here for two days. What about you?"

They suddenly remembered to look at Feng Jue dance and Jun Minghui.

Their appearance is extraordinary, and their conversation and behavior are among the nobles, although they are wearing ordinary cloth clothes.

Jun Minghui first replied, "we also came to find the fruit of cutting the moon. Like you, we got nothing."

The big man sighed softly.

"Someone must have taken the fruit before us this year."

"Hire you to reap the fruits of the moon. You are the same boss every year?" Jun Minghui asked again.

His question is very important, which makes Feng Jue Wu's face more and more serious.

The strong man shook his head. "It's different every year."

It is the difference that gives them food to eat.

With the difficulty of harvesting the moon fruit, they can earn a full year's living expenses as long as they take it once.

But this year... If there is no harvest, they will have no money income. I'm afraid

Feng Jue's face sank.

If so, we must find out who picked the chopped moon fruit here in advance.

Damn it, they must have picked so much to make a windfall.

She was very sad at the thought that Feng Xiaoye was still waiting for the medicine.

Jun Minghui reached out and gently grasped her little hand and comforted, "it's all right."

"You two, it's late and we'll have an early rest. Tomorrow we'll go to another mountain area to look for it. How much you want today is fate. If we can get it, we'll give it to you."

"We don't want more, just one." As soon as I heard the wind Jue dance, I was extremely excited.

Although, may not be able to find.

……

Two days later, Tianxuan kingdom.

In the palace, Su Yunqin stood by the window holding his waist, reading the letter from fengjue dance.

She looked at the contents of the letter and her eyebrows frowned tightly.

Because she was so absorbed, someone hugged her behind her, and she didn't respond.

"What are you looking at?" The man's low voice sounded in her ear.

Su Yunqin pursed his lips and handed the letter to him.

Feng Qianmo took the letter and read it for a few eyes. His face was suddenly gloomy.

"Jue Wu said that someone specially hired someone to get the chopped moon fruit. Now the rest of the chopped moon fruit in the mountains are defective products. My Xiaobao's medicine only needs one chopped moon fruit. If the defective products can't reach the efficacy I want."

Listening to Su Yunqin's explanation, there was a displeasure in the black pupil of wind Qianmo.

"Can't find any?" He asked, tugging at the corner of his lips.

Su Yunqin turned slowly in his arms, raised his head to meet his eyes and nodded gently.

"That's why I'm worried."

"You still have children in your belly. What are you worried about?" He grabbed her little hand. "Have a rest."

Afraid of her worry, he added very sincerely, "as for other things, I'll leave it to me."

Su Yunqin opened her lips to speak, but the man raised his index finger and pressed it gently on her red lips.

"Don't talk. Don't say anything else. Listen to me."

Su Yunqin listened to his decision, rolled his eyes secretly, and had to nod silently.

Go, go, go, go. A tyrant is a tyrant. He is arbitrary.

"Xiaobao and Dabao, it's time for you to teach them martial arts. If you don't practice martial arts now, you'll be passive in the future."

"OK, listen to your wife." The man raised his lips and restrained the last trace of worry in his eyes.

His big hand was firmly around her waist, and his strength was well controlled. I was afraid that he would pinch her waist because of his strength.

Su Yunqin could feel his careful movements and leaned his head against his chest.

"Qianmo, why don't... Find a competent subordinate to Tianyan country. I'm worried."

"OK." He promised very simply.

He had such a plan in mind.

Sure enough, he is his queen, full of tacit understanding.

Su Yunqin rubbed his chest and nodded, his eyes becoming more and more quiet.

Intuition told her that although beheading the moon fruit was the last medicine, it was just the beginning.

Feng Qianmo lowered his head and his eyes were soft.

The way the little woman snuggled and depended on him made him feel an impulse to kiss her in vain.

He bent down his head, and when his thin lips were about to meet Su Yunqin, the door was knocked very untimely.

"Your Majesty, King Luo is coming..."

Kanazawa's voice sounded very helpless.

But what he didn't know was that waiting for him was not just helplessness, but the wrath of a tyrant.

Su Yunqin looked up at the man, saw the man's desire and dissatisfaction, and secretly swallowed his saliva.

She pushed him. "Hold enough at night."

This made the man's face ease a little.

"Come in." He ordered in a deep voice.

Jinze outside the door carefully pushed open the door. When he walked into the house, he glanced at Su Yunqin.

"What's up?" Feng Qianmo quietly released Su Yunqin.

After all, in front of his subordinates, he still wants the face of the emperor.

Kanazawa said softly, "Feng qianluo is outside the palace. He said he wanted to see his majesty."

Feng qianluo?

Su Yunqin's sharp edge flashed away.

She remembered that Feng Qianmo said that the fake Feng qianluo was holding the news of the real Feng qianluo.

That's it. You can see it if you don't see it.

"Let him in." Before Feng Qianmo spoke, Su Yunqin took the lead.