Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

Feng Xiaoye watched his handsome back disappear in the dark ahead. She sighed secretly.

When did she become so awkward?

But if she promised him so easily, she really couldn't do it herself.

In fact, if he didn't have this feeling for her, how good it would be if she could carefully take her feelings into her heart and no one would disturb her anymore

Feng Xiaoye baked his clothes by the fire and looked up into the forest, but he waited for a long time and didn't see the monk coming back. He was worried at the bottom of his heart.

Elder martial brother, won't the beast take him away?

There was a slight rustle in the dark night.

All around was suddenly cold because of the slight sound, and she couldn't help getting close to the fire.

Suddenly, footsteps approached.

She pinched her skirt and stared at the footsteps approaching in the dark ahead.

The ink that has gone and returned is easy to be cold.

Not only that, he also inserted two or three fish into the branches and went to the fire to roast the fish.

"Brother Yi Han, you..."

"Aren't you hungry?" Mo Yihan glanced at her, "how can the monk pick fruit to fill his stomach? Fish is easier to fill his stomach."

Feng Xiaoye was stunned, but he couldn't hide the fleeting emotion at the bottom of his heart.

He is always like this, inadvertently giving her warmth and care.

They are clearly in love, but

"Pa Da" sound, like the sound of fruit falling to the ground.

Feng Xiaoye and Mo Yihan looked into the distance at the same time. They saw no silence coming back with the fruit. Now they saw that the fruit in their hands fell directly to the ground.

"Elder martial brother, are you stupid?" The wind makes a sound.

Without silence, he returned to his mind and quickly bent over to pick up the fruit on the ground.

"Why, general mo..."

"Why, are you unhappy that I'm here?" Mo Yi glanced at him, and his voice was as cold as ice.

As if he were a rival in love, he had no gentle attitude towards silence.

Wuji just wanted to retort, but Feng Xiaoye retorted, "brother Yi Han, what are you doing to my senior brother? My senior brother didn't annoy you."

Mo Yi snorted.

No trouble? He was annoyed from beginning to end. He is very unhappy now!

Seeing his appearance, Feng Xiaoye was too lazy to say more with him. He glanced at the fish, slapped him on the arm and shouted, "come on, turn one side, it's going to paste!"

I wanted him to leave, but now the fish is in front, she doesn't want so much

No wonder when walking on the road during the day, you will feel that someone is always following. The feeling is that he has always followed.

Although she understood his intention, she couldn't accept it right now.

Wuji sat aside, but felt like an outsider. He moved his body silently and wiped the fruit carefully beside the fire.

"Elder martial brother, why are you sitting so far? Come here."

Mo Yihan heard this and almost shook his hand and threw the fish in his hand into the fire.

The dead girl has the ability to annoy him. He really doesn't know whether he baked the fish for her or for the monk.

"Brother Yi Han, I'll leave you some fruit."

"Feed me." Mo Yihan made a sound and looked at Feng Xiaoye sharply, with a strong command in his eyes.

Feng Xiaoye stared at him, as if telling him with his eyes, don't think!

There's nothing between them. He let her feed him?

Feng Xiaoye was so stubborn that Mo Yihan could only give up. He glanced at the fish in his hand and said, "Xiaoye, I'll go back tomorrow."

Wind Ono lowered his eyes.

"I hope you can keep your word."

Feng Xiaoye mumbled his lips and said, "I will."

After this meal of fish, it will be a month before we meet again?

Wind Ono sighed in the bottom of his heart, but he was still inexplicably relieved.

After waking up the next day, Feng Xiaoye really didn't notice the trace of Mo Yihan anymore.

She slowly packed up her salute and got up to lead the horse away.

Wu Ji saw that her face was black and heavy, and she didn't dare to say anything more all the way.

……

Three days later.

Mo Yihan returns to the imperial capital.

Today, the Royal study.

Su Yunqin strode into the imperial study. At the moment, the ministers were still discussing with the emperor in the study. Because of the sudden arrival of the queen, the ministers retreated one after another.

"Qianmo!" Her tone was slightly depressed.

Feng Qianmo raised his eyes and looked at her, "what's the matter?"

"I ask you, is there unrest in the south? Why don't you tell me about such things?" Su Yunqin walked to his side, crossed his waist and looked dissatisfied.

When Feng Qianmo was in power, there were disturbances twice. After their son ascended the throne... So it's time to eliminate the roots as soon as possible to avoid future trouble.

Feng Qianmo looked at her quietly and looked at her for a while before he said, "this is a small matter. I didn't want you to worry."

"Is this a small matter?" Su Yunqin gently pulled at the corners of his mouth.

"I have given Mo Yihan an order. He is responsible for leading troops to destroy it."

"Is that child... Really OK?" Su Yunqin frowned.

The reason why she is so worried is that the Mohist school is not peaceful recently and accidents are too frequent. And the little thing between Mo Yihan and her daughter... She knows it all.

Feng Qianmo raised his lips and said, "that's why we need to let him vent."

Su Yunqin gradually restrained his mind and nodded slowly.

For this reason, she can't.

Later, we can only see Mo Yihan's performance, see if his daughter really likes it, and then consider whether to make him a son-in-law.

……

Ten days later.

Fengxiaoye and Wuji are looking for fortune tellers in the most remote town.

In order to help Wuji finish the fortune telling task as soon as possible, Feng Xiaoye simply proposed free fortune telling. Over time, there were more and more people.

This day, they went to the stall to eat noodles very early.

Feng Xiaoye suddenly approached without silence and asked, "are you sure about your fortune telling?"

He must have let go of the marriage, but he just deliberately didn't tell her.

Wu Ji's heart clattered for a moment and hurriedly said, "count... It's still some accuracy."

"Is it a random guess?" Feng Xiaoye doesn't believe him.

Many people come to fortune telling every time, and many times someone will come again the next day after the first day, and will always praise Wuji as a fortune teller.

Such ability... Is it really just a guess?

Silent little voice said, "it's really a guess."

"I don't believe it." Feng Xiaoye immediately shook his head and retorted. He was about to say something, but the table next door began to talk.

It seems to be a recent disturbance.

"Recently, we are cracking down on the reactionary mobs. Not long ago, a young general seemed to have been seriously injured. Now he is still bedridden and unconscious!"

"So serious? Isn't it equal to losing when the general leads the army?"