Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

Mo Yihan picked his lips and smiled. The light at the bottom of his eyes was more prosperous and thicker. He gave her a deep look, turned and left.

Feng Xiaoye was annoyed by his expression, so he simply pulled down his embroidered shoes and smashed them at the back of his head before he went out.

Walking to the door, Mo Yihan turned around and firmly grasped her embroidered shoes as if he had eyes on the back of his head.

"You girl." His tone was helpless. He turned back again and squatted down beside her.

"What are you doing?" Wind Ono retracted his feet.

He saw that her shoeless foot stepped on the shoed foot. This action was a little cute. He suddenly restrained the action he had planned to wear shoes for her, stood up and picked her up.

"Ink is easy to cold!"

"Come on, don't you want to rest?"

He put her on the bed.

Feng Xiaoye kicked the past, but such a move was undoubtedly equivalent to flower boxing and embroidered legs for him.

He pressed down and trapped her on the couch.

"Ono, if you don't have a good rest, I can do something else."

Feng Xiaoye suddenly stopped and stared at him in amazement.

His handsome face bent down, and his beautiful and elegant face suddenly came so close that her heart beat wildly again. She put her hand on his chest, looked away, and said stuffy, "I'll rest."

"OK." He gently kissed her red lips, with a faint elegant aroma.

Feng Xiaoye was stunned by the kiss. His thoughts were pulled away and he forgot to resist.

The original soft kiss gradually turned into tossing and deepening, and she gradually suffocated.

Only in a trance did Feng Xiaoye think of himself. He was in a state of discord with him. He even forced a kiss under his pressure. What's this?

"You let go of me! Otherwise I..."

He let her go and stood up. "I won't bother you anymore. Have a rest earlier."

He put his big hand over her eyes, "Ono, I must see you tomorrow, otherwise..."

"Otherwise?"

"Your monk elder martial brother..." he paused deliberately.

The little wind clattered.

Elder martial brother Wuji is a monk with no strength to bind chickens. This man has to fight the monk. It's too mean!

"You took his hand today. Do you think it's better for me to cut him off?"

"... Mo Yihan, dare you!"

Feng Xiaoye tried to pull the big hand covering her eyes. He was angry and angry at the bottom of his heart. He really wanted to strangle him.

Mo Yihan smiled in a low voice, with a bewitching voice: "Ono, I won't let other men take you away, remember."

Feng Xiaoye: "

What is this?

He has no face to say so. When he wanted to marry Yu Zhi, he didn't have the face and courage to see her. He didn't even have the courage to say a word, and asked her brother to send a message.

She won't forgive him easily.

……

On the third watch.

Feng Xiaoye secretly climbed out of the window and into the silent room next door.

With steady feet, she came forward and pushed the people on the ordinary bed.

"Elder martial brother, let's go."

After pushing for a long time, I found that the people on the bed were a little strange.

"Elder martial brother?"

Feng Xiao's ambition clicked and opened his bedding.

"Shit! Changsong?"

The long loose bedding lying on the couch was lifted and trembled. He sat up and saw her and pulled his lips awkwardly.

"Princess, ha ha."

"Why are you? What about my senior brother Wuji?" The bottom of the wind Ono's heart clicked. It must be mo Yihan, that bastard, who really attacked the monk!

Chang Song felt bitter at the bottom of his heart and could only say sadly: "princess, it's... It's the order of our young master..."

"Where's my senior brother!" Feng Xiaoye has always had a good temper, and now he is gradually impatient.

Now she wants to rush into Mo Yihan's room and beat him up.

Of course... If only I could play.

Chang Song sighed: "he..."

"Rest in my room." Just when Chang Song was in trouble, a man's voice came from behind.

Wind Ono turned his head and looked behind him.

"Why, want to run away overnight?" The man stood five steps away from her with his negative hand in a quiet tone.

Feng Xiaoye pursed his lips: "I'm a princess. You're a subordinate. Why do you care about me?"

"Where are you going? I'll accompany you." Mo Yihan is also uncompromising.

He can't leave her alone.

No matter what the consequences, no matter how many obstacles he had to face, he would keep her by his side and let her become his wife.

At first, the idea might not be so strong, but now it is particularly strong. Especially when he saw her holding hands with a monk, he was fed up.

At the thought that the girl might be in the arms of other men in the future, his heart was filled with deep sadness.

Feng Xiaoye pinched his hand. "Brother Yi Han, stop making trouble. You are a general now. The state affairs are busy. Don't make trouble with me."

"Do you know you're fooling around?" The man raised his step, shortened the distance between each other and approached her.

The girl's white face was tangled and stubborn. She lowered her eyelashes, which trembled slightly, like the wings of an elf who suddenly fell into the world.

It hurts for no reason.

His heart moved and his big hand covered her little face.

The most embarrassing thing is the long pine on the bed. I don't know whether to quit or pretend to be dead.

He simply pulled the quilt over his head and pretended not to see anything.

He cried in the bottom of his heart. If this goes on, he must not have a good sleep tonight.

Feng Xiaoye was picked up by the man's big hand and his face was slightly heavy, "what are you doing?"

"Ono, do you really want to go?"

"I'm going to travel with my senior brother. Can you let go? Anyway, I won't go back with you. Just let go."

let go? Definitely not.

He held her small face and his eyes darkened inch by inch.

But knowing that such extreme emotions would make her have greater resistance to him, she could only slowly release her.

"OK, you go."

Feng Xiaoye was surprised and looked at his sudden agreement in amazement.

He... Agreed?

Mo Yi said, "Ono, I'll wait for you in the imperial capital. Anyway, I'll wait for you. Everything has me. I'll deal with the affairs of the Mohist family. You..."

"Brother Yi Han, you'd better do what you say. Give me some time to calm down."

He gave a light hum. Although the corners of his lips were hooked, he didn't smile at the bottom of his eyes, and even covered with a layer of cold.

She was so determined that he felt uneasy at the bottom of his heart.

She clearly has him in her heart, but she always refuses.

It seems that the marriage is in the bottom of her heart.

Feng Xiaoye bypassed him and went out to find Wuji. When he came to the door, he turned his head and said, "in a month, I should go back to the imperial capital. In a month, if you can deal with all the mess in your family, I can give you a chance. If you can't deal with it, don't bother me in the future."

Mo Yihan turned to look at her and said a word: "OK."

Chang Song shrank in the quilt and felt that he had heard something terrible.

God, the Mohist school is going to turn the sky in the future

one month.

Is the young master of his family going to completely tear his face with the Yu family?

After Feng Ono left, Changsong was lifted again.

"Young master..."

"Get up." The man said coldly, "I want you to go back to the Mohist school."

Chang Song was stunned for a moment, hesitated and asked, "young master, don't you go back?"

Looking at the young master's posture, it seems that he really doesn't intend to go back? So what? Master, he

"I want to protect her." Mo Yihan's tone was faint, "if you go back to the Mohist School and deal with things, you will naturally be rewarded."

Changsong shuddered.

He thinks he should give up the reward.

The young master's reward is a little scary.

……

It was just dawn, and Feng Xiaoye and Wuji led the horse one by one.

Wu Ji said, "Ono, do you really want to travel with me?"

Does that seem strange?

She is a princess. How can she follow him to suffer outside?

Feng Xiaoye glanced at him, "elder martial brother, how interesting it is to travel. You can also see the world and eat delicious food from all over the world."

What a happy thing to be able to follow qianshuang's snack when you go back.

Wuji's thin lips wriggled, but what he wanted to say was swallowed back silently after seeing the appearance of fengxiaoye.

"What do you want to say?" Feng Ono looked at him sideways.

He turned a little white and shook his head quickly. "No, no, no, nothing."

He wanted to ask, what should general Mo do? But when he got to his mouth, he swallowed it back. After all, he was not qualified to ask like this. He was just a senior brother

But his expression was so obvious that everything came into Feng Xiaoye's eyes.

"I see. You want to ask brother Yi Han? He is just my playmate who grew up together. Don't get me wrong."

"Really... Really?" The silent voice couldn't help weakening a bit.

If this is really the case, does he... Have a chance to fight for it?

Feng Xiaoye raised his eyes, stared strangely at his flashing eyes and asked strangely, "what's the matter?"

Looking at him like this, how does it look like... A look of expectation, excitement and excitement?

Does her senior brother like her too?

Unlikely?

In Feng Xiaoye's cognition, there are absolutely no seven emotions and six desires on the door. They have few minds and will absolutely put an end to any emotional things. After all, she stayed in Dalong temple for a while. The monks in Dalong temple are so abstinent, except... Abbot.

There was a trace of red on Wuji's white face. He accelerated his steps awkwardly, and explained astringently: "nothing... Nothing."

Feng Xiaoye didn't ask much, leading the horse behind him.

Not far away, she suddenly looked back. She didn't know if it was her own illusion. She always felt that some people were following them.

"What's the matter?"

Wind Ono shook his head, but his voice was a little depressed.

"I think someone is staring at us. Be careful."