Poison Consort and Her Tyrant

As soon as he said this, he was so frightened that he turned pale and retreated again and again.

His white face was flushed inch by inch and was instantly charming.

When Feng Xiaoye saw his disorderly appearance, he frowned and said softly, "elder martial brother, I'm... Kidding, just teasing you."

She really teased him. Unexpectedly, his reaction was so great that she felt a vague feeling at the bottom of her heart.

Elder martial brother really likes her? Impossible!

Wu Ji pulled his lips awkwardly. It took a long time to gently say, "Ono, i... I'm serious."

He's serious. He's never been so serious.

Feng Xiaoye's heart clicked for a moment. At that moment, he felt that he couldn't understand the silent heart.

She used to tease him when she was in Dalong temple, but she never thought she would have too much entanglement in feelings, but

……

Mo Yihan looked at the sky outside the camp tent and gradually darkened.

He slowly narrowed his eyes.

He was thinking about fengono.

What is she talking to the monk? What will be discussed?

After a pause, he suddenly called Changzhu: "come here."

Chang Zhu was sorting out the files on his desk. When he heard his order, he was surprised. He walked over and asked in a low voice, "young master?"

"Go and tell the princess that my wound hurts. It hurts very much."

Changzhu stared in amazement and couldn't speak.

Their young master... What an introverted man! He would do such a mean and childish thing for one person!

Seeing that he was still pestling here, Mo Yihan urged impatiently, "don't you go yet?"

This "not yet" really exhausted all his patience.

Hearing this, Chang Zhu dared not hesitate and almost ran away.

But after a while, Chang song also opened the curtain and walked in, "young master, the chaotic party has been wiped out. Those who should be killed, those who should be left alive, and the rest... When shall we set out to return to the imperial capital to recover our lives?"

"First let the deputy general take him back to the imperial capital and reply to his majesty. I'll leave in two days."

Chang Song opened his lips to say something, but he knew that his young master's mind was that ten cows could not be pulled back.

Without guessing, I know why the young master chose to go again in two days, because... Princess highness.

The young master also promised his majesty to take his royal highness back in a month.

……

Feng Xiaoye has returned to his camp and took a clean veil to cover his face.

She had heard from the soldiers around that the chaotic party had been wiped out and was ready to set off to return to the imperial capital to recover her life.

She thought that her father and mother were still waiting for her to return to the imperial capital for reunion, and her heart sank into a soft.

She suddenly called the silence sitting on one side.

"Senior brother."

Closing her eyes, Wu Ji suddenly opened her eyes and looked at her. She didn't know what she wanted to express. She asked suspiciously, "what's the matter?"

Feng Xiaoye gently pulled his sleeve and said, "elder martial brother, I'm going back to the imperial capital. I want to go back to meet my father and mother. Why don't you... Go back to the imperial capital with me?"

There was no silence, and his face stagnated.

He went back to the imperial capital with her? Is that all right?

"Haven't you finished the task given to you by master Yuanji? Go back to the imperial capital and live in the palace. There are so many people in the palace. As soon as I order, they will come and let you tell your fortune."

Wu Ji had some exciting thoughts, which gradually sank because of the wind.

It was to worry that his fortune telling task could not be completed.

This is a good thing, but why doesn't he feel so happy?

But the thought of separating with Ono made his heart a little uncomfortable. After a little weighing at the bottom of his heart, he pursed his lips and finally nodded, "OK, I'll go back with you."

Feng Ono was surprised.

The sound of long bamboo suddenly came from outside the curtain.

"Your Highness, our young master said the wound was very painful. It hurt to death!"

Hearing this, Feng Xiaoye stared, almost immediately rushed out, and then asked, "what?"

The wound has been treated. How can it hurt to death?

Feeling Feng Xiaoye's unbelievable eyes, Changzhu's tongue tied when he spoke, stammered, "yes, that's what the young master said."

He felt guilty.

Feng Xiaoye frowned and felt uncomfortable at the bottom of his heart. "I'll go and see him right away."

He really doesn't worry at all.

Sitting in the tent, Wu Ji silently listened to her footsteps go away and sighed.

Sure enough, at the bottom of Feng Xiaoye's heart, does general Mo seem more important?

If he and Mo Yihan were injured at the same time, who would fengxiaoye be more willing to save?

Feeling that this assumption was a little funny, Wu Ji shook his head with a smile.

What is he thinking?

……

Feng Xiaoye opened the curtain of the camp and strode in, his eyes fell on the man sitting cross legged on the bed.

He is reading a book.

He only wore a thin white lining, and his hands attached to the scroll. Some dim light hit him, adding a soft color to him.

She stood at the door, her eyebrows twitching.

"The wound hurts?" She asked coldly.

Looking at the guy with a slight wound pain, didn't he say that deliberately to let her come over?

Mo Yihan put aside the book in his hand, and the good-looking sword eyebrows twisted into a ball. His voice was deep and said, "it really hurts."

As soon as he said this, Feng Xiaoye didn't seem to be lying when he looked at him. His heart thumped, walked quickly over, and asked slightly nervously, "really hurts?"

The man stared at her nervous look. Even across the veil, he seemed to see her worried look. He nodded slowly and said in a dumb voice, "it really hurts."

"Then what are you doing? Lie down!" She quickly ordered, "let me see your injury."

Under her cruel order, Mo Yihan still lay down obediently.

He looked directly at the nervous look of Feng Xiaoye, and a warm feeling flowed from the bottom of his heart.

Wind Ono sat on the edge of the bed and picked up his clothes to check his injury. There was a bit of red on the bandage. It was a sign that the wound was cracked again.

He didn't mean it. He was really hurt, but he pretended to be nothing.

This man!

She doesn't know what to say about him.

"Brother Yi Han, you look like this. It's really not reassuring."

Mo Yi cold lips, "so I need you."

Feng Xiaoye opened his bandage and didn't want to respond to this sentence. Did he forget his last name was Mo? With the shackles of his surname, he is doomed to be unable to decide his marriage independently.

Of course, if she goes to ask her father to marry her, the Mohists naturally dare not resist.

But the question is, if you marry him smoothly, what will happen in the future?

If the Yu family doesn't succeed in sending a Yu Zhi, will they send a second woman like Yu Zhi? After all, I won't let go of the cold ink. The Mohist family has too many rights and wrongs. She doesn't want to marry in, let alone fight with his women all day.