Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 384 I will accompany you

He wanted to give her peace of mind, but in the end he left her exhausted and scarred.

He wanted to protect her country's stability, but in the end, the war was raging and her eyes were full of desolation.

Wuming didn't say anything, but gently kissed Feng Jin's pale lips. This kiss was not very beautiful. Her lips were as pale as paper, losing the luster of the past, while his lips were cracked with countless wounds. Dry, with no rest for many days, the skin on the lips is still there.

The lips were tangled together, and the crack on Wuming's lips even tore through Feng Jin's already fragile, tarnished skin, and a faint smell of blood filled his mouth.

It's just that no matter how bad this kiss was, it still made them linger.

too difficult.

The company of ordinary people is too difficult for them, and a simple kiss is also too difficult.

After the kiss was over, Feng Jin's parched lips moistened a little, Wuming kissed again lightly, pulled the corners of his mouth hard, and showed a smile, "I'll take you back."

After returning to the commander's tent, Imperial Physician Liu immediately took Feng Jin's pulse and checked the wound.

"This injury is a bit strange, why is the wound black?"

Physician Liu murmured, Feng Jin's eyes flickered slightly, "You step back."

"But His Majesty's injury..."

"Wu Ming will help me deal with it, you can step back."

Seeing Feng Jin's expression was firm, he didn't look like he was joking, Imperial Physician Liu had no choice but to back down.

"Ajin, what do you want me to do?"

Wuming also saw that Feng Jin's wound was a little weird, and asked softly. Feng Jin pondered for a moment, took a pen and paper and wrote a few words, "Go and help me prepare these things, hurry up!"

Wuming took a quick glance and saw all the weird things, such as ox tail bones, river water, incense ash from the bottom of the incense burner in the temple, and even the fingertip blood of a newborn baby.

A quarter of an hour later, Wuming collected all these things. When he returned to the handsome tent, he saw Feng Jin lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his face pale and motionless. past.

As soon as she rushed to the bed, Feng Jin slowly opened her eyes, saw that it was Wuming, and smiled slightly, "You're back?"

Wuming let out a long breath of relief, "Ajin, I thought..."

He didn't finish speaking, but Feng Jin understood, the corners of his lips raised even more, "Don't worry, I won't die."

She still has him, and the emperor's son, she will not die!The underworld ghost wants to take her away!

Feng Jin ordered Wuming's oxtail bone to be ground into powder, mixed with several other ingredients, and put into the bathtub.

"Help me to the shower."

Wuming gently removed Feng Jin's clothes, leaving only a bright yellow bellyband.

"Get rid of that too."

Wuming heard the words, her ears were slightly red, but she still gently helped her remove the last clothes, revealing her white and graceful body.

Wuming's somewhat warm eyes swept across Feng Jin's body. She had lost a lot of weight, and some of her bones were slightly protruding, but this did not detract from her exquisiteness. Wuming's gaze finally fell on her slightly protruding belly. The heat dissipated, he hugged Feng Jin horizontally, walked steadily to the bathroom behind the screen, and carefully put her into the bathtub.

"You go out first, I'll soak for a while, and I'll call you when I'm done."

"You're injured, I won't go, I'll be here with you."

Wuming insisted, Feng Jin smiled at him, "I'm fine, you can go out."

Different from the past obedience and obedience, Wuming did not leave. His deep and dark eyes stared fixedly at Feng Jin. Those dark and bright pupils seemed to be able to suck people's souls in.

Under his gaze, Feng Jin's expression gradually became flustered, and his eyes were a little dodgy.

"Ajin, do you have something to hide from me?"

Feng Jin avoided Wuming's gaze, and lay on the edge of the bathtub with her white lotus arms, she pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Ajin."

Seeing her avoiding her own question, Wuming frowned and called her name lightly. Feng Jin still didn't say a word, and was forced by Wuming, so she said impatiently, "I take a bath by myself these days. , I’m used to being alone, I’m very uncomfortable watching you here, you go out first, I’ll call you when I’m done.”

Wuming stared at her with straight eyes, as if he was assessing the truth of her words, Feng Jin met his gaze with a calm expression, Wuming looked at her for a moment, his eyes flickered slightly, and strode away.

Feng Jin secretly heaved a sigh of relief, fortunately he didn't suspect anything.

Hearing the sound of Wuming's footsteps walking to the other side of the screen, she stopped, as if she was sitting down and waiting for her, Feng Jin was completely relieved, and slowly sank her body into the bathtub.

The wound on the chest, as soon as it touched the hot water with a lot of things, it immediately released a smoky smoke.

Ox tail bones, river heart water, censer ashes from temples, and fingertip blood from newborn babies are all good things to clean peach wood ash.

Master Mu stabbed too hard, if the peach wood ash and black dog bone powder were not thoroughly cleaned, her wound would never heal, and the ghost energy in her body would be suppressed forever, and she would not dare to show her head.

Especially the more than 1000-year-old peach wood is about to become refined, and ordinary water cannot wash away the smell it leaves behind.

Peach wood is the most yang thing to conquer evil, and the fingertip blood of a newborn baby is also the most yang thing. Add the incense burner ash full of Buddha nature, use rigidity to overcome rigidity, and use poison to fight poison, and only the peach wood ash can be eliminated.

The wound hurt badly, and the ghost energy in his body was frightened and ran around, which made Feng Jin tormented even more. If he hadn't bit his lips desperately, he might not be able to help but cry out.

She didn't want Wuming to see her ghost like this.

She was embarrassed enough, ugly enough, this white hair made her feel disgusted, she didn't want to add a worse and worse impression in Wuming's heart.

After living for more than 300 years, she felt extremely inferior for the first time.

Feng Jin firmly grasped the edge of the tub, because of the pain, the pear wood tub was forcibly broken off.

"Ajin, what's wrong with you?"

A nameless worried and concerned voice came from the other side of the screen, Feng Jin tried his best to make his voice sound the same as before, "It's nothing, everything is fine."

The other side of the screen became quiet again, Feng Jin secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

But before that breath was fully exhaled, a gust of wind blew, and Wuming stood in front of Feng Jin with a blank expression. Feng Jin stared at him dumbfounded, "Wu Ming, you, what are you here for? You weren't asked to stay outside Wait for me?"

Wuming looked at the sweat all over her head and face, the smoky smoke from the wound, and the fingers tightly grasping the edge of the tub. Because of the force, the veins on the back of her hand were obviously bulging.

Feng Jin followed his gaze and saw the ferocious jumping veins, subconsciously let go.

Wuming didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, he quickly removed his clothes, stepped into the bathtub, and tightly hugged Feng Jin into his arms.

"nameless……"

As soon as Feng Jin opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Wuming, "Stay obediently and don't talk."

His voice was hoarse and dry, tense, and seemed a little angry.

Feng Jin sighed faintly, and wanted to raise her head from his embrace, but he pushed her back, pressing her small head against his hot and generous chest.

"No name, I don't want to lie to you, I..."

"You have lied."

Wuming was very angry. In addition to being angry, there was more distress, self-blame and powerlessness.

"Nameless, are you angry?"

Feng Jin nestled in his arms, and with his hug, she didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but she felt that the wound didn't hurt so much, and the cleaning process didn't feel so painful.

Nameless didn't answer, just let out a deep sigh.

Feng Jin hugged his strong and strong waist without a trace of fat, and apologized softly, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Wuming sighed quietly, and said after a while, "You know you were wrong, but if there is a next time, you will still lie to me, right?"

"I don't want you to worry, and I don't want you to see me like this, I..."

Feng Jin's voice became lonely, "I'm already ugly enough, this full head of white hair is an eyesore and hurts my heart."

Wuming caressed her hair, the white hair was like snow, and it also lost its softness and became a little dry. He rubbed the hair on the top of her head distressedly, "Can't it go back?"

Feng Jin shook her head, feeling very sad in her heart, "I can't change back."

Back then when he was still trapped in the Endless Ice Prison, his spiritual power was so strong that he still couldn't turn his gray hair into green.

Unless she changed her body, but she didn't want to change it. She liked this body. She had been in love with Wuming Wushan before. If she changed her body, many things would be different.

"It doesn't matter if you don't go back, I will be with you."

Feng Jin couldn't help laughing, "Why are you accompanying me? Could it be that you also turned white with my hair—"

Feng Jin's voice stopped abruptly, because she saw Wuming's black hair hanging in the water, turning white little by little.

(End of this chapter)