Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 304 Being Targeted
Shen Wenqing's complexion changed again and again, the door master saw all the changes in his expression, his eyes flickered slightly, and continued, "Soon, he will drive you away from the queen. Love, will the queen contradict him for you?"

Shen Wenqing's face was ugly, she pursed her lips tightly, and said nothing.

"You know the answer to this question better than this seat! In the Queen's heart, the whole world is not as good as Wuming, let alone you, Shen Wenqing?"

No matter what the head of the sect said, Shen Wenqing remained silent. The head of the sect glanced at him with a charming smile, "In short, I have good intentions. It is up to you what to do. There is no chance to get close to the Queen."

Shen Wenqing's pupils shrank, and she said coldly, "You want to use me to drive away Wuming?"

"Shen Wenqing, you think too highly of yourself, can you drive away Wuming?"

The sect master sneered, his eyes were full of disdain, Shen Wenqing frowned, "You didn't lure me out specially to say these few words of discord, did you?"

"You also know that it is to sow dissension. If you can really stir up the rift between the three of you, my purpose will be achieved."

The door master said bluntly, Shen Wenqing's handsome eyebrows were tightly frowned, "It is a great joy for His Majesty to reunite with Wuming, and I will prove to Wuming that I have absolutely no shameful intentions for Your Majesty..."

"You really don't have the ability to prove it, how can you prove it?"

The sect master mocked, Shen Wenqing was dumbfounded.

"A man who married his wife and stayed in the palace every night, a man who just died and went to the queen's other courtyard every night, you can't see your thoughts about the queen unless you are blind! What do you take? Prove to Wuming that you don't have that kind of thought for His Majesty? How can Wuming trust you?"

The door master said sarcastically, Shen Wenqing was stabbed in a sore spot and couldn't speak a word.

The door master snorted coldly, and said coolly, "This is all I said, do you believe it or not."

As soon as the words fell, Shen Wenqing only felt a red shadow flash in front of her eyes, and the figure of the sect master had disappeared.

Shen Wenqing stood alone on the bank of the Suzhou River, staring at the Suzhou River under the moonlight in despair, the cold and cruel eyes that Wuming looked at him flashed before his eyes.

The door master's words set off a storm in his heart, and the current Wuming has changed.

In Qingluan's other courtyard, Feng Jin huddled in Wuming's arms, a thin layer of frost condensed on her body, shivering from the cold, obviously very uncomfortable, she kept smiling at Wuming, indicating that she was fine.

Wuming's eyes flickered, and some fragments seemed to flash in his mind. Those fragments were so fast that he couldn't grasp them, but he felt that they seemed to be memories of the past...

"Ajin?"

He murmured her name, this was the first time he called her name since he repeated it, his tone was uncertain and hesitant.

Feng Jin was startled for a moment, then her eyes lit up, her red pupils sparkled, looking a bit weird, she pressed against his broad chest, "Wu Ming, how about calling me again? You haven't called me that for a long time, I I really miss you calling me Ajin, such gentleness, affectionate nostalgia..."

Wuming hugged her tightly, resting his chin on her hair, and called out 'Ajin' softly, his voice was hoarse and gentle, just like before, Feng Jin's eyes were red, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes silently slide.

Her hot tears flowed on his chest, Wuming felt it instantly, and couldn't help shaking, he held her face, looked at the two slightly flowing tears on her green-patterned face, his heart ached for a split second Like a knife twisting.

"Ah Jin—"

The nameless voice was hoarse and painful, as if hiding thousands of unspeakable emotions, he gently held her face, lowered his head, and kissed her tears away earnestly and gently.

"Is it uncomfortable? How can I help you?"

Feng Jin hugged his strong and strong waist without a trace of fat, a bright smile appeared on his face, "I'm fine, I'll be fine after a while."

"Don't laugh when you're sad. Laughing makes me feel even more uncomfortable."

"I'm uncomfortable, but I'm happy. I haven't been this happy for a long time. Nameless, nameless, don't leave me, don't let you leave me..."

Feng Jin's tears welled up again, Wuming held her face, and kissed those tears tenderly, the tears were too salty, too astringent and too bitter, so bitter that Wuming's heart felt like soaked in coptis juice.

"Don't cry, I won't leave unless..."

"Unless I leave you, I know, I won't, never will."

She couldn't bear to leave him for a moment, how could she abandon him?
"Okay, stop crying."

Nameless kisses the tears off her face, presses her head on his broad and hot chest, feels the cold air coming from her body, Nameless tries to drive the internal force in the eight meridians, turning the body into a fire , warming the frost on Feng Jin's body.

Gradually, the frost turned into water vapor and dissipated. Feng Jin's body warmed up. Seeing that this method was effective, Wuming wrapped her in his arms, and the invisible warm air surrounded her from head to toe. It's like a silkworm cocoon, and she is the silkworm chrysalis protected inside.

"Is it more comfortable?"

Wuming asked in a low voice, gently rubbing her chin against the hair on top of her head.

As the hours passed, the ghostly aura calmed down, and the warm air enveloped Feng Jin, making her drowsy from the comfort, and she hummed indistinctly.

"Tired? Let's sleep for a while."

Feng Jin grabbed his sleeve tightly and muttered vaguely, "You are not allowed to go..."

"I do not go."

Only then did Feng Jin feel relieved, and yawned long, leaning against Wuming's arms and closing his heavy eyelids, but his fingers were still tightly grasping Wuming's sleeves.

When she fell asleep, Wuming didn't put her on the bed to sleep, but hugged her all the time, turned her internal energy into a small fire, and warmed her.

Seeing her peaceful sleeping face, Wuming couldn't help kissing her forehead. He wanted to kiss her back once, but couldn't hold back for a while, and kissed her eyebrows, cheeks, lips, and chin several times. Only then reluctantly withdrew his lips.

"How could I have forgotten you?"

Wuming sighed softly, hugged Feng Jin tightly in his arms, and gently rubbed her cheek against the soft black hair on her head, "I shouldn't, how could I forget you? How could I be willing to forget you? How could I be willing... ..."

Having no memory made him feel bad.

Wuming was terrified and uneasy in his heart. When facing her, he felt like a child who didn't understand anything. Without the past, he couldn't control the future. This feeling was too bad.

In order to ensure an absolute status, before the memory came back, he didn't want her to have another man by her side.

Those men knew everything, how to make her happy, how to get along with her, and they had something he didn't, which made him feel unsure about her.

In particular, Shen Wenqing's intentional or unintentional display of his familiarity with Ah Jin made him feel threatened even more. His vigilance against danger made him subconsciously want to eradicate this threat.

Feng Jin frowned in his arms and uttered a dream, as if she was having a nightmare, her body trembled suddenly, interrupting her nameless and chaotic thoughts, he temporarily forgot about the men around her, and hugged her tightly. She gently patted her back to comfort her.

Gradually, Feng Jin's emotions calmed down. Looking at her sweet and peaceful sleeping face, Wuming felt a strong desire to retrieve lost memories.

There were slight footsteps in the yard, and Shen Wenqing came back.

He didn't know where Shen Wenqing had just left, and he didn't care.

Shen Wenqing walked back and forth in the yard, his breath was a little unsteady, and he seemed to be disturbed. He walked to the door, as if he wanted to come in, but finally stopped, turned and left the yard.

Hearing the sound of Shen Wenqing's footsteps gradually drifting away, the corners of Wuming's mouth slowly rose, counting him as an acquaintance, if he dared to open that door, hum!
All night.

At dawn, Feng Jin woke up in Wuming's arms, first stretched her waist, and then held Wuming's face and kissed him deeply.

"It's early in the morning, don't invite me."

Wuming said with a blank expression, Feng Jin covered her lips and smiled, "What's wrong with just recruiting you?"

Wuming raised his eyelids and glanced at her, "Just try!"

"Just try it!"

Feng Jin said provocatively, threw herself into his arms, first bit his chin, then leaned forward to kiss him, the moment their lips touched, Feng Jin saw Wuming's pupils shrank, and the next instant , She had already been pushed down on the bed by him, and he pushed her up.

The wrists of both hands were pinched by nameless big hands and pressed against the pillow. He looked at her with bright and hot eyes, like a hungry wolf staring at its prey.

(End of this chapter)