Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 166 Nameless Wants to Leave
Wuming's expression froze, and he subconsciously got off the dragon couch. Feng Jin leaned against the void, staring at Wuming in a daze, with a face full of disbelief.

"No name, you, you avoid me?"

Feng Jin's voice was full of shock, Wuming opened his lips, wanting to explain, but the two auras colliding fiercely in his body forced him to swallow back what he wanted to say.

He felt like he was going to freeze, and he felt like he was going to burn.

The double torment of the two heavens of ice and fire made him bone-chillingly cold at one moment, and maddeningly hot at another.

Those two breaths were fighting in his eight meridians, as if trying to kill each other with all his strength, but his body, as a container, could only bear their frantic fighting.

Wuming felt that his body was about to burst, and every moment was a torment for him, a torment he couldn't live without, he didn't dare to stay any longer, fearing that he could not help but howl in pain and be discovered by Feng Jin.

"Wu Ming, you avoid me? Do you hate me?"

Feng Jin asked again, her voice was very cold.

Wuming couldn't say a single word, and the two strands of spiritual power almost tore him in half.

Feng Jin stared at him intently, his silence pierced her heart, and at the same time, she was extremely angry.

"No Name, I'm asking you, please answer me!"

Feng Jin hated this kind of self very much. She was aggressive and pressed every step of the way. She was no different from those disgruntled wives who questioned their husbands. When did she become such a woman?

However, she couldn't bear it anymore, and she wanted to hear him say it herself.

She kept telling herself that Wuming must have a hard time, she must be, but tonight, she could no longer continue to deceive herself.

Wuming remained silent, Feng Jin's heart sank little by little, as if falling into an ice cave, she shivered from the cold, she hugged herself tightly, with the last sliver of hope in her heart, it could be said to be a fluke, she let go The voice said, "Wu Ming, do you have any unavoidable difficulties? Tell me, okay? Please, as long as you tell me, I can forgive you for everything..."

Wuming was almost unable to suppress the two bursts of spiritual power, his complex and unspeakable gaze swept across Feng Jin's begging face, he gritted his teeth, turned and left.

Feng Jin's heart was completely frozen, she stared straight at his back, and suddenly shouted, "Nameless!"

Nameless stopped, but did not look back.

A strong hatred welled up in Feng Jin's heart. She stared at his back and said in a hateful voice, "Wu Ming, if you dare to step out of this door today, don't come back!"

Wuming's back was tense, but he never looked back, and walked away quickly under Feng Jin's gaze.

The light in Feng Jin's eyes went out little by little, and finally it was dark. She sat motionless on the dragon couch, staring straight at the empty palace.

Fu Yu, Lv Yi and Aunt Zhong heard the commotion here, rushed over, looked worriedly at Feng Jin who was motionless and lost his mind.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Wuming probably encountered difficulties in carrying out his mission, and he is in a bad mood. Don't take it to heart. When he comes back, you can talk to him carefully."

Aunt Zhong comforted her softly, fearing that she would catch a cold, she took the cloak and wrapped it around Feng Jin's body, which was only dressed in single clothes.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Jin finally had a reaction, wrapped her cloak tightly around herself, and said calmly, "He won't be coming back."

Her voice was so calm that it was almost numb, with no emotion at all.

Aunt Zhong and Lvyi Fuyu looked at each other, and they both saw worry on each other's faces.

"You all step back, I'm going to rest."

The three looked at each other, but no one moved.

Feng Jin's calm and indifferent eyes swept over the three of them, and said coldly, "Back off!"

At the same time, Lvyi and Fuyu turned their questioning eyes to Aunt Zhong, Aunt Zhong sighed in her heart, and said softly, "Then Your Majesty should rest well, servant girl and Luyi are guarding outside, if Your Majesty has any orders, just call your servant girl .”

Feng Jin remained silent, Aunt Zhong and the others walked towards the door step by step and turned their heads three times. In the faint candlelight, the empress' thin figure was almost swallowed by darkness.

But she had been sitting there with her back straight, as if no amount of wind and snow could bend her spine.

For some reason, Aunt Zhong had a sore nose and tears almost flowed out.

The door closed again with a creak, Feng Jin sat for a moment, took off his cloak, lay down slowly, and closed his eyes.

Even with her eyes closed, she didn't sleep all night.

She thought she would shed tears and cry, but she didn't, she just closed her eyes and lay quietly.

Feng Jin thought to herself, the reason why people cry is probably because they still have expectations?
If there is no hope, and the heart is ashamed, you will not cry, because you are already numb, and you don't feel any more, so how can you cry?

When it was almost dawn, Wuming came back.

She heard his staggering footsteps, and she also heard the clear sound of the bead curtain when he passed through the bead curtain, but she didn't open her eyes, nor turned her head.

"Ajin, I'm back."

With eyes closed, ears are more sensitive to sound, and the nameless voice is hoarse than before, and seems to be weak.

Feng Jin slowly opened her eyes, but she still didn't look back.

Wuming looked at her back, she was lying sideways on the dragon couch, even if she was covered with a brocade quilt, it couldn't block her graceful and graceful curves.

Her hair full of blue hair was scattered on the pillow, mixed with the complicated and rich colors, which made him somewhat confused which were her hair and which were the patterns of the pillow.

"A Jin, are you asleep? I have something to tell you."

Feng Jin still didn't turn around, and a moment later, her calm and cool voice came, "Say it."

"A Jin," the nameless voice sounded hoarse and hesitant, "I want to leave for a while."

The air was suddenly quiet.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Jin's calm voice came again, "Okay."

Wuming stared blankly at her indifferent back, opened his lips, and stopped talking.

The air fell into unspeakable silence again.

He didn't speak, and she didn't speak.

After a long time, an unknown hoarse voice broke the silence in the room, "Ajin, don't you ask me when I will be back?"

Feng Jin finally had another reaction. She sat up straight, turned around, and looked at Wuming calmly, "I don't want to ask, because I don't want to make fun of myself."

At the end, she added, "You can come back whenever you want, and you don't even have to come back."

She didn't want to ask any more, if she asked once and felt sad, it would be better to close the door in her heart and protect her heart, so that it wouldn't hurt so much.

Indifference is her armor.

Wuming was stunned, the light in his eyes was dim, obscure and silent.

The two just looked at each other like this, but couldn't see through each other's hearts.

It is clearly close at hand, but it seems to be separated by an insurmountable moat.

Time passed by little by little, and it was dawn, and the first ray of light came in from the window, falling on Wuming's pale and bloodless face.

Feng Jin looked at him calmly, watching the light climb up his sharp-edged face, his brows and eyes as sharp as a knife's edge, and his dry and cracked lips, like a gentle hand.

She had never seen such a nameless man with a haggard look on his face, and was very embarrassed. His clothes were all dirty, even torn in several places, stained with grass leaves.

After he entered the second level of the Nine Heavens and Stars Art, he had no opponents in Dazhou, and later entered the third level of spiritual power, and he was even more arrogant in the world, easily trampling the enemy under his feet.

Who can make him so embarrassed?

Despite the turbulent waves in his heart, Feng Jin still looked away and didn't ask anything.

Why ask again?If you can't get an answer even if you ask, it's better not to ask, pretending that you don't know anything, and you don't care about anything, so that your heart won't hurt.

Wuming looked at her indifferent attitude, and a trace of unspeakable pain flashed across his face. He walked over slowly, stretched out his hand as if wanting to hug her, but stopped in mid-air.

Feng Jin looked indifferently at the hands that had given her countless warmth and comfort in the past, and said coolly, "Aren't you going to leave for a while? Are you still leaving?"

Wuming withdrew his hand silently, stared at her intently with deep and gentle eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Leave immediately."

"I will send you off for thousands of miles, but I will not send you off after a farewell!"

Wuming's pupils shrank, and Ah Jin used the self-proclaimed 'Zhen' again.

He and her returned to the original relationship, no, it was not as good as it was at the beginning, they were not so cold back then.

"Ajin—"

He called her name in a low voice, but Feng Jin didn't respond.

"Ajin—"

He called again, but Feng Jin still did not respond.

Wuming stared at her blankly, his fingers secretly clenched into fists, and then slowly loosened, reaching out to hug her gently, Feng Jin looked down at his hand, and under Wuming's uneasy eyes, slowly but firmly pushed it away. .

(End of this chapter)