Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 165

The sect master sneered disdainfully, and wanted to kill Fu Yu in the past. Seeing that the situation was not good, Feng Jin was about to stop him, but felt his hands and feet were weak, and his spiritual power was weak. Unexpectedly, the fragrance of white jade loosened and restrained the sect master's internal strength , also suppressed her.

Feng Jin couldn't help but wry smile, just about to ask someone to come in, but saw the sect master suddenly stop in his tracks, looked at Fu Yu unwillingly, and jumped out of the window, that enchanting red shadow disappeared in the palace gates in the blink of an eye above.

At the same time, a black shadow flew in from the door, it was Wuming!
No wonder the sect master escaped so quickly, it turned out that Wuming had returned.

Seeing Wuming at this time, the thoughts in Feng Jin's heart were too complicated to describe, Wuming didn't go after the sect master, but came over and helped Feng Jin to sit down.

Fu Yu brought a cup of tea and asked Feng Jin to drink it, "This is the antidote for Mixiang."

Feng Jin drank it as she said, the feeling of weakness in hands and feet disappeared instantly, and her spiritual power returned to normal. She glanced at Fu Yu and said softly, "Did you do it on purpose just now?"

Fu Yu looked at Feng Jin in surprise, "How does Your Majesty know?"

"You were a suicidal attack. You have been in the gate of death for many years, how could you not know that you are not the opponent of the gate master?"

Fu Yu was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "You can't just watch His Majesty being given by him..."

In front of Wuming, Fuyu didn't say a word of insult.

Feng Jin's eyes widened, "Did you just think that when I passed by, I was throwing myself into my arms?"

Fu Yu also widened her eyes, "Isn't it?"

"of course not!"

Feng Jin said angrily and amusedly, "I just want to go over and test his inner strength! See if I can restrain him and force him to tell you what's in your body and the antidote. How can I throw myself into your arms?"

"It's nothing more than two things, either poison or Gu."

Fu Yu said indifferently, Feng Jin looked at her in surprise, "Fu Yu, why don't you seem to care at all?"

"I heard from Su Wan that since what happened to me, in order to control the door of death, the head of the sect has given poison or Gu insects to the twelve hall masters, the four major sect masters, and the left and right envoys. It happens once a month. The antidote, these people will die of extreme pain. In this way, no one will dare to betray him! I have already expected that he will not let me go easily!"

Seeing Fu Yu's indifferent expression, Feng Jin felt indescribably sad, "Maybe the Tai Hospital can find out..."

"I've consulted Imperial Physician Zhang privately, but Imperial Physician Zhang couldn't see anything."

Seeing Feng Jin's heavy face, Fu Yu smiled, "Your Majesty, don't worry, the soldiers have come to cover you up with water and earth. Since it's not yet the time to attack, it means there's nothing wrong. When it happens, you'll know what it is."

Feng Jin's relaxed state of mind made Feng Jin feel more relaxed. She thought of something, "Don't you want to go back to visit your parents' tombs? Let's go tomorrow, go back early."

"I'm not going!"

Feng Jin showed surprise, "Why?"

Fu Yu didn't explain the reason, and smiled at Feng Jin, glanced at Wuming behind her, and then backed away.

Before Fu Yu left, she even closed the door behind her.

As soon as Fu Yu left, only Feng Jin and Wu Ming were left in the room. She suddenly didn't know how to get along with Wu Ming, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became oppressive and cold.

She wanted to forget the scene where Wuming decisively left her on the ground and turned to leave, but she couldn't.

She wanted to tell herself that there was a reason for Wuming to throw off her hand again and again, but she really wanted to know what the reason was, but Wuming didn't say anything, because there was a hidden thorn in her heart, which was painful and uncomfortable.

A gust of cold wind blew, Feng Jin couldn't help but hugged her arms tightly, gave Wuming a deep look, and silently closed the window.

"The night is getting dark, Ah Jin, go to bed."

Feng Jin nodded silently.

Two people, a man and a woman, were lingering in love in the past, but they were silent tonight, lying side by side on the bed, separated by a road, like a moat in the sky.

Feng Jin didn't take the initiative to go into his arms, and Wuming didn't take the initiative to hug her either.

The two of them lay there silently and stiffly, and the atmosphere between them became more and more cold.

Feng Jin really wanted Wuming to explain, but she didn't want to talk, she didn't want to ask him to explain, she wanted him to take the initiative to speak.

It was obviously his fault, but when she asked, it turned out to be aggressive.

Feng Jin waited for a long time, but she didn't wait for Wuming to speak. She only waited for Wuming's slow and long breathing. She turned her face away in surprise, and saw that Wuming had closed her eyes and fell asleep.

An indescribable disappointment and sadness welled up in Feng Jin's heart.

She was waiting for his explanation, but he fell into a deep sleep as if nothing happened.

Feng Jin looked at the milky white gauze above her head with her eyes open, tears welled up in her eyes, the tears were condensed on the tip of her eyelashes, and she was about to fall, but she tried her best to hold it back.

She has never been a fragile and sad person, but tonight, her heart was frozen in frost, fried in oil, and she was uncomfortable, and there was a resentment in her chest, and she couldn't find it. Export vent.

She wanted to wake up Wuming, make noise with him, and lose her temper with him, but she couldn't do it.

She is Feng Jin, proud, stubborn, Feng Jin with annoying self-esteem, she can't quarrel with him like those quarreling women.

What Feng Jin didn't know was that Wuming didn't fall asleep at all.

He can feel her depression, her sadness, but he can't do anything, let alone touch her.

Just after flying all the way back to the palace, the spiritual power in his body began to become disordered again, as long as he touched Ah Jin, she would notice.

Being close or not dating is the most tormenting.

Seeing her sad, but even holding her in his arms, unable to do gentle comfort, it was even more tormenting.

When the big teardrop on her eyelashes finally couldn't help rolling down quietly, Wuming finally opened his eyes and sat up slowly.

He turned his face and saw her wet cheeks by the faint light of the candle in the outer room and the faint light leaked in through the veil.

Wuming stared at her blankly, slowly stretched out his hands, and hugged her into his arms through the brocade quilt.

"Ajin—"

He called her name in a low voice, feeling like his heart was about to break.

Feng Jin let him hold her without moving. Even through the brocade quilt, she could still feel the strong heartbeat in his chest, the scorching heat on his body, and the reassuring breath.

Feng Jin's tears became more and more violent, and she kept crying silently without saying a word.

"Ajin, don't cry—"

Feng Jin was silent and shed tears quietly.

"Ah Jin—"

Wuming's heart ached like it was going to shatter, and finally couldn't help stretching out his fingers to wipe away the tears on her face.

As soon as his fingers touched Feng Jin's face, she grabbed them tightly. Wuming was afraid that she would notice something was wrong, and subconsciously wanted to pull back, but she grabbed her with all her strength and never let go.

Feng Jin grabbed his hand and pressed it against her cheek, "Wu Ming, I don't want to forgive you, but I don't want to be in a stalemate with you all the time, so I have no choice but to forgive you, whoever called me, who called me..."

Who told me to love you?
In love, the person who loves more always gives in. After experiencing the relationship with Bai Ye, she thought that she would become strong and powerful in the relationship, never compromise, and never give in, but she was wrong up!
Wuming stared at her blankly, the light in his eyes was dull.

Feng Jin held his hand tightly, and rubbed her face affectionately against his thick palm, and suddenly felt something was wrong, Feng Jin took a closer look, and his face suddenly changed, "Are you injured? When did you get hurt?" Injured?"

Nameless withdrew his hand and said nothing.

Feng Jin stared at him blankly, recalling his strange behavior today, and said in a daze, "You have been injured a long time ago, right? I don't know anything, and I still get into trouble with you and get emotional, I..."

Wuming's eyes dimmed, and he wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to explain.

He originally wanted to use these sword wounds to block the black line, so as not to be sad when she saw it, but now it seemed that she was even more sad.

"Ajin, I'm fine. As a secret guard, injuries are common. My health is very good, and it will heal within two days."

The wounds on the hands can be healed, but what about the disordered and uncontrollable spiritual power?
Wuming's eyes darkened, he must find Tianhe Zen Master as soon as possible, and he can't delay any longer.

At this moment, he suddenly felt the sinister aura in his body soaring, which almost froze half of his body, and the original spiritual power of his body was stimulated, burning a raging fire, burning the other half of his body to death. It was scorching hot and sweating.

Half ice, half fire.

Damn it, why did it happen again so quickly!
Wuming was afraid of being discovered by Feng Jin, and was about to leave when Feng Jin got out of bed at some point and leaned into his arms.

(End of this chapter)