The Emperor's Favorite: The Fourth Miss Ghost

Feng Zhuyue raised her eyebrows, looked at Long Canghao's handsome outline, and said leisurely: "If you're not dead, how can it be considered murder?"

Long Canghao clutched his chest, in a state of pain: "Does Yue'er want this king to die that much? My king's heart has been murdered by Yue'er's words, and there is no way to save him."

"Young poor!" Feng Zhuyue shyly slapped Long Canghao's chest, this time he controlled the strength, and there was a muffled sound when it hit him, but it didn't hurt him at all.

Long Canghao also happily accepted her "violence".

In a blink of an eye, the carriage has arrived at the General's Mansion. Time flies so fast in happy days. Feng Zhuyue thought it was only a blink of an eye, but it arrived.

This road is too short, right?

Seeing through Feng Zhuyue's eyes, Long Canghao snapped his fingers.

"Longying, go and chase Yunya around!"

Feng Zhuyue smiled with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, but immediately grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Okay! It's all here, it's been a whole night of tossing, blowing the cold wind all night, fortunately, my girl's body is strong, otherwise she will definitely have a fever .It’s all here, let’s go here! There will be a long time to come!”

The last sentence of Fang Chang in the future warmed Long Canghao's heart, yes!There is indeed a long way to go between them.

But there was one thing he disagreed with.

What is a cool breeze blowing all night?

It's obvious that he has been putting his cloak on her body all the time, she is snuggling softly in his arms, and it's him, a thin man, who blows the cold wind all night, okay?

Feng Zhuyue turned slightly, broke free from his embrace, jumped off the carriage neatly, and waved to Long Canghao who was in the carriage: "My lord, hurry back and rest! It's almost dawn."

As she said that, she twisted her face, flicked her long hair, and walked towards the general's mansion with a cool step.

She had to turn a long way back to her residence, and it was only when the sky was getting brighter that she wouldn't be so troublesome. She jumped directly over the high wall and flew to her Green Bamboo Pavilion.

Long Canghao looked at that pretty back swaying like a butterfly, and smiled comfortably.

"Longying, go back to the mansion."

In front of the Green Bamboo Pavilion, Ruolan was already waiting, and when she saw Feng Zhuyue coming back, she immediately went up to greet her.

"Miss, the five guardians of the Devil's Cult are all outside the city. Look, do you want to rest first, or go see them now?"

Feng Zhuyue took a look at the sky, there was no one around at this time, and it would be dawn in half an hour, so there was still time to go out now.

"Go over now!"

As he said that, he pulled Qiuqiu out of the space bracelet. As soon as this guy came out, he jumped into Feng Zhuyue's arms, hid his little head in Feng Zhuyue's arms, and kept rubbing his head.

"Okay!" Feng Zhuyue was amused: "I'm afraid I will spoil you, so I will take you out to play. Come on my shoulder."

Feng Zhuyue and Ruolan flew away from the Cuizhu Pavilion, and went directly to the small forest outside the city, where they had agreed in advance.

"Master!"

Seeing Feng Zhuyue coming, the five protectors of the Devil's Cult gave Feng Zhuyue their luggage. In just a few days, with the help of crystal stones, these people have all been promoted to level eight, only Ruolan who is still by Feng Zhuyue's side is a little weaker .

But Ruolan is diligent, seizing a little time to practice, and is looking for an opportunity to break through the eighth level.