The tyrant only favors the alluring concubine

Chapter 134 Jungle Distress
She picked up the tampon and shook it at Feng Mochen, "You definitely don't know this one!"

Feng Mochen smiled, "When sunflower water comes, is it something for women?"

Yan Xiaoyu blushed, how could he know everything?Shy, she quickly hid the sanitary napkin, lowered her head, not daring to lift it up.

The corners of Feng Mochen's lips became more and more curved, almost laughing out loud, he rubbed his nose in embarrassment, turned around and was about to leave.

Yan Xiaoyu patted her hot cheeks, could it be that God arranged for her to come here and meet Feng Mochen?It was like a little white rabbit in my heart, "thumping".

Feng Mochen walked all the way along the bamboo building, and began to understand Mingyue's painstaking efforts in such a meticulous design. The environment here is very simple, with small bridges and flowing water, strange rocks, and verdant trees. The winding paths are elegant, but ingenious .

After careful identification, every scene is a formation, as long as you rush into it, you will definitely fall into it. There are some weapons hanging on the bamboo building. The exquisite array formation method, this Yan Hansan must not be an ordinary person.

I'm afraid Mingyue meant to take this person for her own use, but it was too risky for Mingyue to do so. Yan Hansan lives here in seclusion and ignores world affairs, but it's not that he doesn't know who the emperor of Chu is. , if he knows his identity in the future, I am afraid Huahu will not be an anti-dog.

Feng Mochen began to think about the possibility of marrying Yan Xiaoyu, and soon he rejected his idea. Chu State really needed this general, and he really needed him to detoxify and heal his wounds, but he didn't bother to use such a Method, and psychologically, it seems that there is an important person, so important that his heart dare not beat when he thinks about it.

He supported a coconut tree next to him, raised his head slightly, his fair and beautiful face was coated with a layer of colorful luster in the sunlight exposed from the gaps in the leaves, he sighed slowly, who is that woman?

He couldn't remember, and felt extremely tired, a hand behind him put his shoulders, he turned his head, Yan Xiaoyu stood behind him with an elf-like smile on his face, he turned slowly, leaning on his back. On the coconut tree.

"Let's date, okay?" Yan Xiaoyu smiled and looked at Feng Mochen. If she was attracted by his appearance at first, now she is attracted by his restrained and noble temperament.

"What is dating?" Feng Mochen said slowly, looking at her indifferently.

"That's right, try to be together to see if it's suitable, and if it's suitable, we'll get married!" Yan Xiaoyu blushed, pulling the braid on her chest, twitching uneasily.

Feng Mochen took out the braid in her hand, and if she pulled it off again, it would fall apart, slowly shook her head, and sighed, "I'm afraid I can't, I seem to already have someone I like..."

Yan Xiaoyu raised her head, "Who is it?" She stared at him vigilantly.

"I don't know, she is in my heart, in my blood, in short, everywhere, and I also want to know who she is." Feng Mochen raised his head and looked into the distance sadly.

"You lie, if you have someone you like, why don't you know who she is? I know that I behave weirdly, and you must not like me, so I came up with such a bad excuse!" Yan Xiaoyu stomped her feet and sniffed , I was about to cry.

Looking at her red eyes, Feng Mochen wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only say lightly, "I'm sorry!"

Yan Xiaoyu burst into tears, stomped her feet and turned around, "I hate you!"

He didn't speak, just watched her cry and walk away, feeling a little melancholy in his heart, who is the person he likes, and where is he now?

The night here is very short, the day is almost twice as long as the night, Feng Mochen has never seen such a weird weather, he sat in the room, opened the window, looked at the groups of fireflies outside, the fireflies were densely packed in the bamboo forest , as beautiful as a fairyland on earth.

While he was in a trance, a white figure floated by and disappeared in an instant. He lowered his eyes slightly, feeling the breath of the comer, and frowned, "Mingyue, what the hell are you doing?"

Ming Yue fell from the roof and snorted coldly, "It seems that your injury has not improved at all, and it is still getting worse. Let me ask you, why did you not agree to Yan Xiaoyu's marriage?"

"You still have the nerve to ask me? Let me ask you, why did you stab me with the Wangchuan Acupuncture? Who did I forget?" Feng Mochen frowned, and tapped his fingers on the window, once and for all.

"What you forgot was your wife. She's dead. You can't forget your feelings. That's why I used the Wangchuan needle on you. Senior brother, you don't want to immerse yourself in the past for the rest of your life, do you?" Travel long distances, but not get the slightest dust.

"My wife?" Feng Mochen looked at Mingyue suspiciously, and then asked, "Is she dead?"

The soreness in his chest began to spread, circles and circles, and then spread to his eyes. He took a deep breath, swallowed the pain in his chest, and said a little numbly, "Why did she die? Why do I have to forget her?"

"Because you've been hit by a love gu, senior brother, you can't be emotional!" Ming Yue approached Feng Mochen, her dim eyes filled with hope.

"Ridiculous!" Feng Mochen shook his head, with a wry smile on his lips, he stood up, crossed his arms, leaned against the wall made of pillars, and sighed, "You are lying, she must be alive, I can feel it , feel that she is waiting for me!"

Mingyue shook her head, "Whatever you think, in short, your life is not yours alone, you can no longer be so selfish!"

Feng Mochen lowered his head, the ink-dyed black hair hanging on his shoulders, in the hazy light, no expression could be seen, but his silence let Mingyue see his stubbornness, the same stubbornness as Bai Liruo, he sighed , "No matter what, you have to cure the serious injury and poison on your body first. If you miss this opportunity, you may never recover for the rest of your life!"

"I don't understand, what do you mean...?" Feng Mochen looked up at Mingyue indifferently, Mingyue smiled slightly and sighed, "You understand, you understand very well, but you don't want to do it."

He paused, and said in a cold voice, "Brother, do you know who the master Yan Hansan met? And you know all of this, and who is it?"

Feng Mochen had already thought of that person in his heart, but he still couldn't help asking, "Who is it?"

"Master, it's the master, the old man has worked so hard, senior brother, are you going to let him down?" Ming Yue frowned, and spoke in a sad voice. He had never seen a master work so hard for any student.

Feng Mochen didn't speak, just the helpless look in his eyes, which already explained everything, but Mingyue couldn't see his eyes, and still said in a deep voice, "Brother, cherish what is in front of you, Xiaoyu is a good girl, she is now in her bamboo building Cry, go and see her, don't hurt her again!"

Feng Mochen was silent for a while, stood up, and walked slowly towards Yan Xiaoyu's residence, Mingyue had already left, and swarms of fireflies were still dancing in the bamboo forest.

Yan Xiaoyu was sitting on the bed, her eyes were red from crying, the maid kept handing her the handkerchief, she was out of breath from crying, standing beside a handsome man, tall and tall, with a stern face. It was the evil spirit formed by long-term martial arts practice. Seeing Feng Mochen enter the door, he pushed Yan Xiaoyu's arm. Yan Xiaoyu covered her eyes with a handkerchief and choked up, "Don't talk to me, I'm not your sister, no!"

Yan Xuanfeng had black lines on his face. He was the one who picked up Yan Xiaoyu from the side of the road, but she still refused to admit that she was his sister. He looked at Feng Mochen, smiled slightly, and clasped his fists and said, "Young Master Feng, I made you laugh." !"

Feng Mochen nodded slightly, and said apologetically, "It's my fault, I made Miss Yan sad..."

When Yan Xiaoyu heard Feng Mochen's voice, she stopped crying immediately, covered her face and turned over on the bed, leaving the two of them behind.

Yan Xuanfeng hooked the corners of his lips, winked at the serving maid, looked at Feng Mochen, who was still dressed in a coarse cloth and looked like a king, with an expression of appreciation in his eyes, nodded and said, "Sister She has a tricky personality, please invite Feng Mochen." Your son is so tolerant!"

Feng Mochen said some polite words, watched Yan Xuanfeng and the maid leave together, and looked at the woman on the bed with some helplessness.

He apologized dully, "Miss Yan, I'm sorry!"

Yan Xiaoyu suddenly sat up from the bed, looked at Feng Mochen with bulging goldfish eyes, and sobbed, "Don't call me Miss Yan, I hate to hear you say sorry"!
Feng Mochen bowed his head, not knowing how to answer the words for a while, but Yan Xiaoyu jumped up from the bed, walked to Feng Mochen and said, "Where am I, you hate me, tell me, can I change it?"

Feng Mochen looked at her quietly, but slowly shook his head, "You are fine, there is nothing to change."

"Then why don't you like me?" Yan Xiaoyu was sobbing, her red eyes were about to cry again.

"I'm sorry." Feng Mochen said indifferently, his tone was so soft that he could barely make out his voice.

"I said, I don't want to hear you say I'm sorry!" Yan Xiaoyu cried again, stomping her feet continuously.

Feng Mochen took a clean handkerchief on a tray and helped Yan Xiaoyu wipe away tears. Yan Xiaoyu stopped crying, but just looked at him fixedly, he put the handkerchief in Yan Xiaoyu's hand, and said lightly, "Why do you like it?" I?"

Yan Xiaoyu was slightly stunned, do you need a reason to like someone?She stared at him fixedly, and began to think why she liked him.

Feng Mochen looked at the occasional fireflies flying by outside the window, and said bitterly, "I liked a woman once, but I forgot about her now, but I close my eyes, and without thinking, I can tell many characteristics of her. She She likes sweets and white. When she is happy, she only smiles coquettishly. When she is unhappy, she likes to frown. She is afraid of the cold, and she is also a little timid. When encountering sad things, she always curls up there timidly, and she will cry out in tears. My Chen, every time I quarrel with me, I must be the first to bow my head, but she must be the saddest..."

Feng Mochen's faint, beautiful phoenix eyes seemed to have infinite longing, and his memory was blank. He couldn't think of who she was, nor what they had experienced, and he didn't know where she was now. Having lost such a person, dissolved in his blood, engraved in his bone marrow, all he knows is that he loves her...

Yan Xiaoyu didn't speak, and looked at his expression in a daze, Feng Mochen looked down at her, and said with some sorrow, "Look, you don't like me at all, it's impossible for a person to show his love to the person he loves. Such an expression of incomprehension!"

"No, I like it, I just like it!" Yan Xiaoyu stomped her feet vigorously, and looked at Feng Mochen with a frown.

Feng Mochen shook his head and sighed, she was still a child, about the same age as Aya, she might not understand the difference between liking and love at all, he put down his arms, and said lightly, "Then let's try to date for a while, If you find that the person you like is not me, we can end at any time, okay?"

(End of this chapter)