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Chapter 87 Eat him

Feng Shuying: "!!!!!!"

The accident came so unexpectedly that she was not mentally prepared at all.

Jing Moye was also stunned for a moment. He really had no intention of taking advantage of her this time.

Just the feeling of kissing her like this made him feel pretty good.

The last time he kissed her, she bit her halfway, and he wanted to taste her.

This time, without any hesitation, he stuck out his tongue to taste her.

Feng Shuying: "..."

He is truly a gangster!

She subconsciously wanted to bite her, but the next moment her body fell directly into the water.

The water covered her nose, and she subconsciously opened her mouth.

Jing Moye really tasted her this time, it was a bit sweet and had a special aroma.

Better than the best candy he'd ever tasted.

He subconsciously wanted to eat more, but the next moment, she bit him hard.

Jing Moye, who just tasted the sweetness, was not willing to let go of her and taste her taste deeply.

Feng Shuying is going to be mad at him, this bitch must be crazy!
She bit him harder, hoping to kill him with one bite!

Blood overflowed, and their mouths were filled with the taste of blood.

Even so, he still didn't want to let go of her.

Feng Shuying was so angry that she unleashed all her strength and pushed him away.

Jing Moye was pushed backwards and sat in the hot spring pool, reaching out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at her sideways, his eyes dark and sinister.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Can you please have a little face?"

Jing Moye said disapprovingly: "Is this called shameless? I'm afraid you have too little experience."

Feng Shuying: "..."

She took a deep breath, feeling that she really shouldn't have saved him just now.

This bitch should be eaten by evil spirits.

She stood up with one hand and prepared to leave.

But when she turned around, she saw the abbot and Qin Zhijian standing there with dull faces.

Feng Shuying: "..."

She took a deep breath, pushed the two of them away, and walked out quickly.

As soon as she left, the abbot looked at Jing Moye with a gossipy face and said, "My lord, you are making rapid progress!"

The movement here was so great that the abbot and Qin Zhijian rushed over immediately after hearing the movement.

They thought Jing Moye might be in danger, but they didn't expect to see such a beautiful scene when they came over.

Jing Moye glanced at him sideways and ignored him.

Qin held his sword and said: "Your Majesty, you and Miss Feng..."

Jing Moye said quietly: "Are you very free?"

The abbot said with a smile: "We are not busy now, we are gossiping about the prince's affairs."

Jing Moye didn't want to pay attention to them, so he turned around and left.

The abbot was so tired of gossiping that he came closer to him: "My lord, when did you start?"

Jing Moye didn't answer him at all, but before he took a few steps, Feng Shuying came back again, and everyone looked at her.

She felt a little uncomfortable and asked Qin Zhijian: "Do you have any change of clothes here?"

She took a bath in the hot spring here this afternoon and met the evil spirit, so she hurriedly put on her clothes.

Qin Zhijian immediately said: "Yes!" Feng Shuying looked at him, and he finally came to his senses: "Miss Feng, please come this way!"

After he finished speaking, he took her to change clothes.

As she left, she gave him a hard look.

Jing Moye's eyes narrowed slightly. She was getting bolder and bolder, and she dared to stare at him like this.

The abbot smiled and said: "Your Majesty, would you like to tell me what happened between you two?"

Jing Moye looked at him and said, "You are like this, how dare you say that you are a monk?"

The abbot laughed loudly and said: "We are so familiar, it will be too tiring to pretend to be a monk in front of you."

"There's no one else here, what can I pretend to do?"

Jing Mo Ye ignored him and strode forward.

The abbot moved closer to him again: "My lord, your mouth is bleeding. Does it hurt?"

Jing Moye's sleeve flew away, knocking him away.

The abbot shouted at the top of his lungs: "My lord, don't be so stingy, please tell me!"

Jing Moye put one hand behind his back and strode away.

It was already dark when Feng Shuying changed her clothes. There were no street lights in this era, and it was very inconvenient to drive a carriage at night. She would spend the night in a hot spring villa tonight.

Qin Zhijian was a qualified chief historian. He came over to apologize to her personally, saying that driving a carriage at night was inconvenient and very dangerous.

He also said that he had asked his maid to clean up the room so that she could stay at the hot spring villa for one night.

Feng Shuying felt that if his eyes didn't reveal gossip when he said these things, she might have believed that he was really just here to arrange this matter.

She couldn't help but said: "Qin Changshi, your eyeballs are about to fall out, go back and collect them."

Qin Zhijian laughed, bowed deeply to her and said, "I'm rude."

"I really want to thank Miss Feng. In the past, every time the prince saw his concubine, he would feel depressed for a long time."

"The fact that he was able to adjust his mood so quickly today is all thanks to Miss Feng."

Feng Shuying didn't want to discuss this matter with him because she regretted saving Jing Moye.

She then said very perfunctorily: "It's just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning."

Qin Zhijian said: "This matter is a small matter to Miss Feng, but it is a big matter to us."

"The prince and I grew up together, and I know how difficult it is for him."

"He may act in a hurry sometimes, so please bear with me, Miss Feng."

When he and the abbot passed by today, he happened to see Jing Moye throwing Feng Shuying into the hot spring.

Then he saw Feng Shuying walking away angrily, and he felt that what happened today might not be what Feng Shuying wanted.

He knew that it was impossible for Jing Moye to explain anything, let alone coax her. He felt that he could do these things for Jing Moye.

Feng Shuying glanced at him sideways and said, "Qin Changshi, it's probably not easy for you to sit in the position of Changshi over the years, right?"

Qin Zhijian said hurriedly: "It's okay, it's all within my duties."

Feng Shuying said softly: "It's rare for you to come and inquire about the gossip of your prince when it's your duty."

Qin Zhijian: "..."

Feng Shuying said again: "Don't ask about my affairs with your prince. Just go and ask him yourself."

After she finished speaking, she strode out.

Qin Zhijian's previous impression of her was that she was a delicate and soft little girl, a pitiful little girl.

But looking at the way she behaved today, he felt that she had nothing to do with the little pitiful person.

When Feng Shuying arrived at the dining hall, Jing Moye and the abbot were both there. She pretended not to see them, picked up her chopsticks and started to eat.

The abbot came to her side and asked, "When will Miss Feng be free to draw some talismans and put them in our temple?"

Although he was curious about the progress between her and Jing Moye, he was also very good at judging faces and would not do anything to bring trouble to himself at this time.

(End of this chapter)