Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

She thought the elder martial brother was really cute. "Elder martial brother, don't make such a fuss. Shifu, he is deliberately abusing you. When the time comes, he will return to the common customs for you. Besides, go back and tell Shifu that you really have enough lives for a thousand people, and he won't trace it. Where can he know?"

However, Wu Ji shook his head.

"No." He said solemnly, "I must listen to master."

Feng Xiaoye: "

A one track monk.

I really don't know what this senior brother thinks?

"Why are you here?" Wuji remembered to ask Feng Xiaoye about it. He paused and said, "shouldn't you run away from home?"

It's not very suspicious to come back and reunite with your family and suddenly appear at the border?

Feng Xiaoye's eyes flashed slightly and said softly, "it's a long story. I just came out to relax."

Relax

Wu Ji secretly feigned in the bottom of her heart. Can't the little girl be hurt by love at a young age?

"By the way, elder martial brother, I'm free anyway. I'll tell your fortune with you!"

"But seriously?" Silent eyes lit up.

He really can't be busy alone. Anyway, it doesn't matter if outsiders say he is a God. Now he just wants to return to the common customs.

Feng Xiaoye nodded, "no problem. I'm responsible for collecting money and maintaining order for you. You'll be responsible for fortune telling."

Wuji doubted the girl's mind very much, and approached her and asked, "don't you have a ulterior motive for doing so suddenly?"

As a princess, why do you help him? If it's really just a distraction

Feng Xiaoye looked very restrained and still smiled faintly, "senior brother, if you don't want to, I'll go."

"Hey, good." Silence held her.

Although we can't do it casually, after all, men and women don't give and receive, but when he was a child in Dalong temple, he often fought with Feng Xiaoye. When she was a child, the girl stabbed him with a silver needle, saying that she asked him to be a "model" for her.

Of course, he doesn't know what a model is.

Once I was almost stabbed by the dead girl.

Fortunately, master saved him.

Wuji said to Feng Xiaoye, "Xiaoye, I'm hungry."

He is really hungry.

Wind Ono gently cut, "want to eat meat?"

What a meat and wine monk.

Wu Ji said, "I don't eat meat. I'm a vegetarian."

"All right." Feng Xiaoye was surprised. He thought he had traveled abroad. Why didn't he dare to eat meat secretly? Anyway, it's all where Shifu can't see. It's no problem to eat meat.

Elder martial brother is as honest as ever.

When they returned to the inn, they ordered some small dishes, and they ate at will.

"Ono, you're sick... Should you be all right?" No silence asked.

Although I asked Shifu many times, Shifu said it was all right.

Feng Xiaoye stretched out his hand to cover his heart, smiled and shook his head: "it's okay. My heart is different from you. My heart is a fake."

Silent hands tremble.

He looked at Feng Xiaoye in amazement.

"But it's all right. Don't I live well now? But the artificial heart has a short life span. I don't know how long my body will bear, but it's 15 now. I'll see it in ten years."

Wu Ji's face became more pale and ugly.

He felt sad when he thought that Feng Xiaoye might face many lives and deaths at such a young age.

As for what she said about artificial heart, he couldn't understand it anyway.

Feng Xiaoye ate and found that the boy opposite was staring at himself sympathetically, almost without laughing.

He looked as if he was going to suffer such a fate choice?

"Elder martial brother, don't look bitter here, will you? If you don't eat again, I'll finish it."

Seeing that she had such a good appetite, Wu Ji gradually restrained her mood and bowed her head to eat.

I'm so stupid that I still love this dead girl.

……

The 20th of this month.

Even Feng Xiaoye, who is far away from the border, can hear clearly about the Mohist wedding.

Everyone is talking about it.

"General Mo's coke broke when he got married."

"Your majesty and your mother have returned to the palace!"

I don't know why. There are few fortune tellers today.

Everyone's discussion voice is really not hidden at all. Feng Xiaoye is naturally in no better mood when listening to their discussion voice.

Because of being absent-minded, I forgot to collect the money several times.

At this time, a group of officers and soldiers pushed away the crowd and crowded in, saying, "it's them, take them away!"

The officers and soldiers immediately came forward and smashed the silent vendor.

"What are you doing?" No silent anger.

He is also a monk with a temper.

Feng Xiaoye also came back and saw the vendors who were smashed into chaos. His eyes were cold and cold: "why do you catch us?"

"Someone reported that you cheated money and killed people."

"Nonsense!" Wind Ono immediately retorted, "where's the evidence?"

The officers and soldiers had come forward to clamp them down. One of them said, "want evidence? Then wait to see our officer and ask for evidence!"

The two were taken away.

Wu Ji was depressed. He glanced at the people around him and shouted bad in his heart.

The story has spread. Even if he comes out of the prison tomorrow, he will be the fortune teller who will be despised by the people. At that time... He will be moved.

Seeing that his face was sad, Feng Xiaoye comforted him and said, "don't worry, senior brother. It'll be fine. I'm here."

They don't know her identity. They have to kneel down and beg for mercy later!

They were arrested in the yamen, but they were not immediately allowed to see the magistrate, but put them in prison.

"Hey, I want to see your magistrate!" The wind Ono was pushed into the prison, and his Qi bifurcated.

She's so old that she hasn't been in prison yet!

Seeing her like this, the jailer of the cell laughed and said, "who are you? How dare you threaten to see our adults?"

"I am the princess of the dynasty!" Feng Xiaoye's tone was chilly and felt a waist token from his arms.

The jailer thought she was deliberately pretending to be a princess, so he sneered: "you? If you are a princess, I am the emperor! Ha ha!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

They thought that Feng Xiaoye was holding a fake jade card.

After all, whose princess will help people fortune telling like a performer on the street? Whose princess would hang out with a monk? Whose princess is not accompanied by a group of servants?

When Feng Xiaoye saw that they were laughing, his small face took a puff.

No one believes she is a princess? The world has really changed!

One side of the silence gently shook his head and said, "don't cry. They don't believe it."

"Then you want to be locked up here all your life?" Feng Xiaoye strode over angrily. As a result, he sprained his foot, "ah..."

"Ono!" Wuji hurried to pick her up.

As a result, the girl threw herself directly on him and threw him to the ground.

"Silk... It hurts." She gave a low hum.

Wuji was pressed down, his face turned red, but he was stiff and dared not move.

Feng Xiaoye didn't treat him as a man, so he didn't have any other thoughts. He sat up slowly and said depressed: "I can sprain my feet even walking. It's really unlucky."

She turned her head and found that Wuji was still lying on the ground, motionless, like a wooden man.

"Hello?"

She tugged at his clothes.

"Ah?" Without silence, he scrambled to get up.

Feng Xiaoye frowned strangely, "Why are you so blushing? It can't be... Shy?"

Wu Ji was a little embarrassed and didn't want to refute. He turned to look away and didn't want to talk to her for a while.

"Ouch?" She came up to him. "Elder martial brother, isn't the monk pure hearted and lustless? You will be shy, too?"

Wuji angrily scolded, "don't make trouble with me!"

His eyes fell on her feet and he couldn't get angry at once. His voice said astringently, "I'll rub it for you."

Feng Xiaoye nodded and handed it to him.

He took off her shoes and socks and rubbed her little feet. He found that the little girl's feet were very small and the skin on her feet was even paler.

"Elder martial brother, you monks should regard female sex as a taboo?"

Silent: "

He suspected that the girl was intentional.

"Don't worry, I won't seduce you. I'll just say it casually."

Feng Xiaoye was still a little depressed, but she found that the monk was not funny, but she wanted to tease him more. Elder martial brother is an honest man. He certainly won't think of those messy things. Only she can think about them in her mind.

If elder martial brother returns to common customs

It's good to be with this monk?

Today is mo Yihan's wedding. She doesn't have to hang from a tree!

What's more, she is still young. Why is she so anxious to get married?

Perhaps her eyes were too hot. Wu Ji felt that the little foot on her hand was a hot potato and suddenly threw it away.

"Hello? What are you doing?" Wind Ono angrily said.

Wu Ji explained awkwardly: "... Knead, knead."

"Then you don't have to leave it? Dead monk!" Feng Xiaoye decided to take back the monk's good idea.

She put on her shoes and socks, limped to the corner, sat down and decided to stay away from him.

Silent heart astringent, "I didn't mean to."

This guy

It really made her speechless.

Is it true that teenagers are extremely shy? Embarrassed to rub her feet, she had to throw her feet away?

Feng Ono shook his head.

……

Imperial capital, Mohism.

The auspicious hour has arrived, but the groom has not been seen in the happy hall.

The smile on general Mo's face was stiff, and he became impatient. He turned his head and scolded and asked, "where are people? Where have people gone?"

Everyone looked at each other. The servant had gone out to look for someone, but after searching the whole Mohist school, there was no trace of Mo Yihan.

The bride stood on one side with her head down and nervously grabbed her sleeve.

"Master, master, young master, he... Left a letter and a letter of divorce and ran away!"

Divorce?!

A word stirred thousands of waves.

Everyone looked at general Mo in horror. Some sympathized with him and some were optimistic about the play.

General Mo completely vomited a mouthful of old blood and fainted.

"Master, master!"

Suddenly, there was chaos in the hall.

Yu Zhi was pale and fell directly to the ground. She could not see through the red cover, but she had fully understood what had happened!