Feminine world Feng Qingcheng

Chapter 130 Different Treatment
At this time, the prison chief was holding a lonely lamp in his palm, and placed the candle lamp in his cell. He even looked at the wick, turned around and fled away as if he had seen a ghost.

Mo Zicheng sat up straight with cold eyes, took out another medicine bottle and ate another one.

He knew why they looked like this.

He also understood how many hidden guards were around him.

Naturally, he wouldn't naively think that Yinzhi and Yinshang appeared just because he remembered to visit him.

Even in a dungeon, he was treated very differently from other prisoners.

Will there be tables and chairs in the dungeon?

Will there be individual candle lights in the dungeon?
The straw in the dungeon is not dark at all but warm?
Will the smell in the dungeon not be dark and damp but fresh and smellable?
Even when he fell asleep unknowingly, he didn't feel the slightest bit of coldness on his body, but was warm instead.

This dungeon was still a damp and dark dungeon in the past, but now, for some reason, it always gave him some hallucinations.

My mind is always involuntarily thinking about the past.

When he accidentally fell into the pool, when he woke up, he had somehow landed on the shore, and next to him was Xiao Yanchu with a worried expression on his face.

When he fell into a coma several times at that time, he would sleep extremely soundly at night as if someone was with him, and sometimes he was so groggy that he couldn't open his eyes anyway.

Although there are still doubts about some things, they seem to have some answers.

Mo Zicheng lowered his eyes slightly, and the place where his eyes were located was the flat belly.

Suddenly a sense of nausea swept over again, Mo Zicheng hastily bent down in the drowsy candlelight, vomiting heart-piercingly.

Xuan Yue's cold eyes were full of unbearable, and finally he smelled human, and saw him carrying a night's soup from the dark to Mo Zicheng, who was vomiting violently.

Now, Fengyue is not by his side, but he is the only guard who has been hiding in the dark to protect him.

Mo Zicheng wiped off the stains from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, his cold eyes were slightly warm.

"Are you Xuan Yue?"

A little surprised, because this is the first time he has appeared in front of me these days.

Even the soup and medicine were delivered by other dark guards.

Xuan Yue pursed her lips, nodded slightly without opening her mouth, put the bowl in her hand on the table, and motioned him to drink with her eyes.

Mo Zicheng didn't ask any more questions, he reached out to pick up the celadon bowl and drank it all without saying a word.

Seeing that he had finished drinking, Xuan Yue put away the bowl. After all, she was still a little worried, perhaps because she was also a man, so she naturally knew his suffering.

The expression on his face is not so cold anymore, it seems that there is light beating, "Wang Jun, are you okay?"

Mo Zicheng looked at him in astonishment.He had always thought that Xuan Yue couldn't speak!

Because he didn't seem to have heard Xuan Yue speak in his memory.

Mo Zicheng nodded, his thin lips parted slightly, and said, "It's fine."

This is what every man goes through.

He is nothing like this.

"Then, Xuan Yue is resigning."

"Wait!"

Mo Zicheng made a sound at the right time to stop Xuan Yue's figure who was about to hide in the dark.

Xuan Yue turned around slowly, apparently he did not expect that Mo Zicheng would call him back, Dang even was a little startled, with a hint of bewilderment in his eyes, waiting for Mo Zicheng's next words.

Mo Zicheng was also slightly taken aback.

He blurted out and called Xuan Yue to stop without thinking too much. At that time, his mind was blank, and he just wanted to know the situation of Yin Qing.

So, Xuan Yue was called to stop.

When he reacted, Xuan Yue was already waiting beside him.

Seeing that Mo Zicheng was just staring at him in a daze, Xuanyue understood his thin lips parted and closed, unable to speak.

With a deep voice, he opened his mouth and said, "My lord is fine."

Just such a sentence made Mo Zicheng's heart drop to the ground, but he still turned his head with a cold face, rather awkwardly said: "Who wants to ask her, I'm asking Mr. Zhongyi..."

In the end, his voice became smaller and smaller, but also more and more calm.

In the past few days in the dungeon, he has never seen anyone related to the Marquis of Loyalty.

Xuan Yue looked at him with some distress.He really didn't expect that this prince would be more awkward than that prince.

(End of this chapter)