Feminine world Feng Qingcheng

Chapter 180 People have left
"fine."

In the darkness, Mo Zicheng rolled his eyes, but a warm current flowed into his heart.

Hearing what he said, she was still a little uneasy, so Yin Qing simply channeled a little internal energy into it, "Go to sleep! Stay here for a few days if you want to! If not, just walk around and have fun. , you can also go to Fengyu Gate with Fengyue, Xuanyue will protect you."

Yin Qing's soft words seemed to be comforting, but on Mo Zicheng's invisible face, there was a dignified expression.

However, Mo Zicheng is not a fool, although he doesn't understand why she left him here again, but something must happen, Mo Zicheng's heart is full of suspicion, Zhang Zhang is about to speak, when he hears the sound of chime It came again, "It's fun! By the way, let's take our children to see the world."

She didn't want to send him away.

It's just that she just noticed something today.

For example, there are suddenly more people in black outside the mansion, and another example is the people who rushed into the mansion by the hidden guard who injured her.

All of this seemed to silently remind her that their goal was Mozi City.

Why doesn't this make her worry?
Now, Huang Xi is still staying in the mansion, even he can see it, but she can't see it until now.

No, she can't take the risk without investigating who wants to call Mo Zicheng's attention.

The Marquis of Loyalty is also not safe, the safest place is Fengyumen.

It was only Fengyumen that they couldn't find, and no one knew her identity as the master of Fengyumen.

"it is good."

Mo Zicheng responded lightly.

"Go to sleep!"

In the darkness, there was silence, and the two of them were sleeping together on the bed. This was the closest time between hearts.

The next day, when the first ray of sunlight shone into the room in the morning, the smoke in the sandalwood box was slowly floating in the sunlight.

Mo Zicheng slowly opened his eyes, his handsome brows slightly frowned.

Suddenly, the memories of last night popped up in his mind, as if in a dream, but he still turned around cautiously to see the people beside him.

A trace of joy and anticipation rose from the bottom of his heart, but he was also a little scared. Trying to calm down his emotions, Mo Zicheng turned around.

There was already nothing around him, and the loss that came from the bottom of his heart caused some bitterness to appear on his face.

Could it be that it was really an illusion?
Inexplicably, a suffocating loss spread throughout his heart, and Mo Zicheng lowered his eyelids, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow on the eyelids.

His cold face was full of bitterness, his thin lips parted slightly, and a soft sigh came out of his mouth, he took the newly delivered clothes from the screen to cover his upper body, and when he was dressed, he waited outside the door Feng Yue called in.

"My lord, did you sleep well last night?"

With a smile on Fengyue's face, she stepped in with mouthwash and face wash, and looked at him thoughtfully.

Mo Zicheng's handsome face flashed two red glows for an instant, and then he put on his shoes with a cold face, walked down, took out the mouthwash from his tray, and cleared his throat twice.

But in my heart, I kept thinking about why Feng Yue knew about this.

Fengyue lowered her head, while rubbing the silk handkerchief, she said with a chuckle: "My lord asked Fengyue to tell the young master, remember to eat more for breakfast."

"Ok?"

Mo Zicheng was slightly taken aback, and turned his gaze to Feng Yue.

Fengyue handed the silk handkerchief to him, but her hands tied the belt of the outer shirt for him with incomparable proficiency, and she seemed to sigh casually: "The prince really knows the size of the son very well!"

Hearing this, Mo Zicheng was stunned for a few seconds, and then he lifted his cuff, the cuff was wrapped with a small flower outlined with gold thread, as if it was blooming on his cuff.

Suddenly, a slight smile appeared on Mo Zicheng's lips, but it was extremely warm.

He thought it was prepared by Fengyue for him, but it turned out that she brought it!

Mo Zicheng cleaned his face with a silk handkerchief.

"Young master, do you want breakfast now?"

Feng Yue took the silk handkerchief from his hand and threw it into the basin.

He found that he was used to serving others, and he himself became more and more like a servant.

Mo Zicheng glanced at the neatly arranged meals on the round table in the outer room with gurgling eyes, and was stunned for a moment.

(End of this chapter)