phoenix returns to the world

Chapter 178 Lady, I can't help myself...

Feng Nishang and Ming Qiushui came to Feng Mansion together, and had a sudden idea, so Feng Muqing didn't know about it, and her official career was suddenly interrupted, which made Feng Muqing very unwilling, and she lingered in Luoyuefang, looking forward to a comeback.

In today's Feng Mansion, the rights are all in the hands of the eldest lady, Chen Shi. During this period of time, Feng Manor has also undergone great changes, and there are strange things everywhere.

When the servants of Feng Mansion saw Prince Qing and Princess Wang, they all showed strange eyes. These faces were all strange, which made Feng Nishang realize something was wrong.

Feng Nishang and Ming Qiushui looked at each other, and vaguely felt that there was a strange feeling in the whole Fengfu. Feng Nishang's mind flashed, and she immediately walked towards the bamboo garden, her footsteps were a little messy, almost fell twice Fortunately, Ming Qiu Shui's quick eyes and quick hands saved Feng Nishang from the disaster.

When Feng Nishang walked through the corridor, turned a corner, and looked up, something unexpected happened to her. Is the place as black as charcoal the bamboo garden where she has always lived?What happened here, and is her mother okay?

Feng Nishang's body trembled, her heart suddenly panicked, and she quickly pulled away Ming Qiushui's hand from her, and went straight to the bamboo garden with messy and eager steps.

At this time, someone had already reported to Chen Shi that Feng Nishang had returned, and brought Prince Qing with her. When Chen Shi heard this, a trace of fear suddenly appeared in her heart. Thinking of the things Feng Nishang had done in Feng Mansion, the back of her spine I just felt cold for a while, if I knew... it would be even more unimaginable.

There was a burning smell in the air, Feng Nishang looked at the scene in front of her with trembling legs, the ruined horizontal wall, a piece of black charcoal, and the green bamboos in the yard are now completely burnt, only a few new ones The bamboo shoots that grew broke through the scorched soil and grew out covered in black powder.

In the past, the rows of simple but elegant houses have changed beyond recognition now. Those houses in the past have all been reduced to ashes. Where is the bamboo garden where she used to live, it has simply experienced a catastrophe.

"mother--"

"noob--"

Feng Nishang opened her mouth, the voice seemed to be blocked in her throat, and she couldn't make a sound. After a long time, the broken voice was choked up, and her whole body was like being in an ice cellar. She couldn't believe it, and opened her eyes. His body was trembling uncontrollably.

Looking at Feng Nishang like this, Ming Qiushui was very reluctant to give up, and stretched out his arms to wrap around Feng Nishang's shoulders, letting her lean in his arms, letting her know that he was still by her side.

"Who?" Suddenly, Ming Qiushui noticed a sound in the place covered by a short tree not far away, his eyes shot out sharply, and his whole body was on guard.

Feng Nishang followed Ming Qiushui's line of sight, and blurted out in a cold voice, "Come out, or I won't be polite."

The bushes swayed for a while, and then a dirty woman stood up slowly. Feng Nishang didn't recognize who this woman with ragged clothes and face could not distinguish between black and white for the first time.

"Second Sister," Feng Nishang certainly remembered the voice. This was Feng Qingyue, the third lady of Feng Mansion. How could she have become like this? What happened during the time she left Feng Mansion?

"Feng Qingyue?" Feng Nishang called out in doubt, only to hear the woman say in a very weak and low voice, "Second Sister."

Then, the woman walked towards Feng Nishang with difficulty, and stopped five steps away from Feng Nishang. The woman lowered her head to look at the dirty clothes and her dirty hands. Too close to Feng Nishang, she is like a beggar now, she is not as powerful as the third lady in Feng's mansion back then.

"Feng Qingyue, how did you become such a field, and how did the bamboo garden become like this? Where did Second Aunt go?" Feng Nishang ignored Feng Qingyue's dirty body and walked towards Feng Qingyue , and reached out to grab her arm, her eyes were very eager, as if she wanted to find out what happened to Fengfu at this time?
"Second Sister, I'm hungry, I'm so hungry—" Feng Qingyue's stomach protested at this time, and she let out a croaking sound, her black face shy, and she lowered her head unconsciously, but she hasn't had enough to eat for a long time , I was very hungry, and I didn't care about the identity of the lady.

"Where's my mother?" Feng Nishang seemed to be grasping at the last straw, wanting to find out the whereabouts of her mother, she held Feng Qingyue's hand tightly.

"Second Concubine, Second Concubine... She, she is dead..." Feng Qingyue was shaken by Feng Nishang very badly, her thin body became dizzy for a while, and her eyes couldn't stop showing a fish belly white.

"No, no—" Feng Nishang should have guessed it a long time ago, but she just didn't want to admit it. Now, hearing Feng Qingyue's answer, there was a sudden darkness in front of her eyes, her body shook, and the last bit of strength supporting her body disappeared. Her delicate body softened, and she fell backwards.

Ming Qiu Shui quickly caught Feng Nishang, looked at the pale face, turned around immediately and was about to stride away, at this moment, a crisp voice came from behind, "Master Qing, can you please?" For the sake of Second Sister, take me out of here, if Da Furen finds out, I won’t be able to survive, the current Feng Mansion is very scary—"

"Follow me," Ming Qiushui glanced at the unconscious Feng Nishang in his arms, and nodded. A smile appeared on Feng Qingyue's dirty face for a short while, and she finally found a place to stay, and she was immediately happy Follow behind Prince Qing.

The eldest lady hid in the Suhe Garden, and she was a little afraid of seeing Feng Nishang. Chen Lifang sat beside the eldest lady, and gave her a contemptuous look. It is useless, a majestic headed mistress of Fengfu, would be afraid of a little girl. The young daughter of a concubine, Chen Lifang's eyes fell on her shoulders with snowy white long hair, the hatred in her eyes was constantly gathering, a storm was brewing, Feng Nishang, I will seek revenge on you sooner or later.

At this moment, the servants came to report that Lord Qing left Feng Mansion with Feng Nishang in his arms, followed by Miss San.

As soon as Mrs. Chen heard this, she immediately stood up from her chair, and kept saying, "Lifang, what should we do now? Why isn't that lowly girl Feng Qingyue dead? Will she make matters worse?" Tell Feng Nishang, what should I do then? What should I do? Feng Mansion's present land is also because of you?"

Chen Lifang sat motionless on the chair, staring at Mrs. Chen with an unusually cold gaze. The white hair all over her head, coupled with such a strange gaze, made her back feel shivering. Thinking of that incident, thinking of What she saw, all voices were cut off in her throat.

"Is Feng Nishang that scary? If I meet you again, I will definitely peel off that skin, convulse her tendons, and drink her blood!" Chen Lifang gritted her teeth for a while, and the voice was like squeezing through her teeth. The old hoarse voice was frightening.

When Chen Lifang thought of her current appearance of being a human and a ghost, her pale face twisted for a while, it was all in phoenix clothes, which made her look unattractive at all, and she remembered for a short while, the last time she went out, The wind lifted her turban, revealing the white hair inside, and immediately scared a poor child to tears. The child's parents looked at her strangely, and said that she was a white-haired witch.

At that time, regardless of whether there was anyone around her, she stretched out her hand and killed the three untouchables in an instant. The blood stained on her hand made her feel refreshed. The feeling of overriding the life and death of others made her extremely excited, and then , she fell in love with the pleasure of having blood on her hands, looking at the swaying red color made her blood burst into joy, and in the future, as long as she was emotionally unstable, she would want to kill someone.

Her name, White-haired Witch, spread instantly, and she also became a murderer that the government was vying to arrest. Unfortunately, if you want to catch her, you can almost die with the skills of a three-legged cat!

"Yes, yes!" Mrs. Chen looked at Chen Lifang, who was jealous and hated, and her heart tightened immediately, and she didn't dare to continue. Thinking of Chen Lifang's murderousness and ruthlessness, she couldn't help but think of the scene she saw, and her body was shaking Can't stop trembling.

Feng Nishang, don't come to me, look for Chen Lifang, it's her, it's her...

Chen Lifang glanced away coldly, so scared that Chen didn't dare to mutter in her heart, so she had to stand far away from Chen Lifang, lowered her head, and kept vigilant whether Chen Lifang would go crazy from time to time.

Ming Qiushui directly brought Feng Nishang back to Prince Qing's Mansion, and handed Feng Qingyue over to Mo Sheng to arrange, while he carried Feng Nishang directly into the Nishang Pavilion, and at the same time, the doctor followed closely behind.

The twelve princesses in Feihua Pavilion heard the report from the servants. Prince Qing entered the Nishang Pavilion with Feng Nishang in his arms, and Prince Qing brought back a woman when he went out this time. Immediately, the twelve princesses were very angry. Ask someone to inquire, so she wants to get to know that woman "well".

"Princess, what's the matter?" Ruo'er was sitting outside the neon clothes pavilion basking in the sun, and suddenly saw the prince hugging a woman, the clothes obviously belonged to the princess, Ruo'er immediately panicked, regardless of the injuries on his body, and immediately stepped forward, Mo Xie nervously supported Ruo'er.

Ming Qiushui didn't answer Ruoer, walked into the house, put Feng Nishang on the bed, the doctor put down the medicine box, took out the red thread, Ming Qiushui wrapped one end of the red thread around Feng Nishang's wrist, and the doctor diagnosed the end of the red thread The other side.

"My lord, the princess's wound was torn and her body was very weak, so she fainted. I prescribed some healing medicine for the princess. Don't be sad and tired. When the wound heals, your body will recover," the doctor said. When finished, write out the prescription and take out the medicine from the medicine box.

"Wound?" Ming Qiushui's eyes tightened, and he remembered last night, when Nishang told him those things, she seemed to deliberately avoid his touch. He thought it was because she didn't want to, but he didn't expect...

Damn it, it's all his carelessness!

"Mo Sheng, take the doctor back for me." Ruo'er was also dragged out by Mo Xie, and immediately there were only Ming Qiushui and Feng Nishang lying unconscious on the bed in the room.

Ming Qiushui put down the outer layers of veils, came to the bed, reached out and untied Feng Nishang's clothes, when the outer shirt slipped off, a delicate color was stained on the white inner clothes, as red as red. Fire, like swaying mansa beads, is deeply engraved in Ming Qiushui's mind.

Ming Qiushui's hands trembled a little, his black eyes were full of pity, and his heart was even more annoyed, why didn't he find out that Nishang was injured in time?
When he unbuttoned Feng Nishang's underwear, ignored the plain lotus leaf apron, and saw the one-inch-long wound on his abdomen, his body was startled. It was a knife wound. Seeing that the scabbed wound was not completely black, it meant that it was a wound. It was an injury not long ago, Ming Qiushui guessed secretly, before he came back, his black eyes tightened, who hurt Nishang?

Ming Qiushui's hands carefully sprinkled the medicine on the wound, the wound tore open again, the medicine powder stuck to it, a burst of pain came, which inevitably made Feng Nishang, who was in a coma, frown.

Ming Qiushui changed Feng Nishang's clothes, covered her with a quilt, walked out of the bedroom, and immediately said, "Mo Sheng."

There was a deepness in the black eyes, and a layer of uncontrollable anger was brewing in that sharp gaze. Whoever hurt her neon clothes, he would have to pay back a thousand times.

"My lord, what's your order?" Mo Sheng knelt down on one knee.

"Immediately find out everything that happened to the princess when she returned to the capital. This king wants to know immediately," Mo Sheng heard the prince's uncontrollable anger, and disappeared after accepting the order.

Ming Qiushui turned around and went back to the room, sitting beside Feng Nishang, wiping the thin sweat from Feng Nishang's forehead.

Suddenly, Feng Nishang's head kept shaking, her small mouth opened and closed, as if to say something.

The trembling body made Ming Qiushui tense, afraid that the wound that had just been medicated would be torn apart again unconsciously by Feng Nishang.

"Xuan Bing, don't—" Feng Nishang's forehead was sweating more and more, her head shook for a while, her brows were even more tightly wrinkled, her eyes were tightly closed, and the thick long eyelashes were also stained. A layer of water mist kept trembling, leaving mottled silhouettes under the eyelids.

"Nishang——" Ming Qiushui heard another person's name from Feng Nishang's mouth. Although she knew that she was dreaming, her heart still ached, but she was even more annoyed that she did not appear by Feng Nishang's side in time. , gently holding Feng Nishang's hand with his big palm, wanting to transmit the warmth of his palm to her heart, and tell her that he will always be with her like this.

Feng Nishang's hand was waving in the air, Ming Qiushui stretched out the other hand to pull it down, folded her hands on her chest, covering them with big palms, and transmitted the residual warmth of her palms to her heart, letting her Don't be afraid of her.

Maybe it was the warmth from the back of his hand that flowed into Feng Nishang's heart, and gradually, Feng Nishang stopped talking, but just now he sweated profusely and wet his clothes, Ming Qiushui felt the damp heat sticking to Feng Nishang's petite body. Physically, when Feng Nishang stopped frowning tightly, she let go of her hand, and carefully changed Feng Nishang into clean clothes.

As night fell, the room darkened, the servant girl lit the lamp, and the room became bright again. The servant girl brought food, but Ming Qiushui waved it away.

During the period, Mo Sheng came back and told Ming Qiushui everything Feng Nishang had experienced, and Guiguzi, who hurt the princess, had disappeared from the world.

After listening to Mo Sheng's report, Ming Qiushui looked at Feng Nishang with deeper eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the still pale face for a long time.

At night, Feng Nishang had a fever due to the inflammation of the wound. Her originally pale face was stained with a rouge-like color, her slightly pale lips also turned pink, and she slept very restlessly.

Ming Qiushui reached out and touched her hot skin, and immediately got up, ordered the servant girl to bring a basin of hot water, and personally wiped Feng Nishang's body, as if only in this way could she feel that she was by Nishang's side to spend the time together. A pot of hot water turned into cold water, and another pot of hot water...

Finally, the blush on Feng Nishang's face gradually disappeared, and he stopped his hands. At this time, Ming Qiushui was also sweating profusely, but he didn't care about it. He took off his outer shirt and sat in white pajamas. The edge of Feng Nishang's bed.

In the middle of the night, Feng Nishang's body felt cold again, her teeth chattered constantly, and her body was rolled together. Ming Qiushui was afraid that Feng Nishang would hurt her wound, so she went to bed and hugged Feng Nishang in her arms. Just now, Feng Nishang had a fever. After Ming Qiushui wiped her body, she didn't put on the underwear. Ming Qiushui just went to bed, Feng Nishang seemed to feel a wave of heat, so she moved her body, clinging to the warmth, but Feng Nishang still It was very cold, and he kept burrowing into Ming Qiushui's arms.

In order to keep Feng Nishang warm, Ming Qiushui took off her close-fitting clothes, revealing her hardcover body. With a swipe of her fingertips, the thin strap slid down from her slender neck. The bellyband then fell to the ground, and the two bodies, like newborn babies, were tightly stuck together, as close as they should have been, without leaving a single gap.

Feng Nishang in her sleep kept moving towards the warm place, feeling a scorching warmth tightly surrounding her, she couldn't help but let out a sound of satisfaction, like a satiated baby sleeping on the man's bed In her embrace, very comfortable, Feng Nishang twisted her body from time to time, expressing her nostalgia at this moment.

Feng Nishang was very comfortable, but she suffocated the bright autumn water that hadn't been eaten yet. On the bronzed skin, there were crystal clear beads of sweat, the sweat beads were as big as beans, sweating like rain, Probably it is the portrayal of Ming Qiushui at this time.

The big palm was placed on the tender skin, like sticking to a freshly peeled egg, one couldn't help but want to touch it, but thinking of the injury on the woman in his arms, he had to stop the lingering thoughts in his mind. Go evil thoughts.

Nuanxiang is in his bosom, Ming Qiushui is not Liu Xiahui, and the woman in his bosom is the one he loves, one can imagine the tension and discomfort, and Feng Nishang keeps writhing in Ming Qiushui's bosom, just like in that The heating and heating of the already scalding body made Ming Qiushui agitated, his Adam's apple wriggled non-stop, a desire rose in his heart, and layers of sweat appeared in the hot and humid palms.

The skin is attached to the skin, tenderness and firmness rub against each other, rubbing and firming, it looks extraordinarily soft.

In the early morning, Feng Nishang opened her eyes first, trembling eyelashes, after a few shakes, slowly opened those bright eyes, and what fell into Feng Nishang's eyes was Ming Qiushui's magnified handsome face, the knife On the shaved lower jaw, many dark spots faintly appeared, which are the beard of a man. When he looked up, he saw the dark circles under the eyelids, so obvious.

In Feng Nishang's mind, she felt a pair of gentle hands falling on her body last night.

Last night, he took care of her all night?
In an instant, a warm feeling rose in Feng Nishang's heart, a little sweet, but also a little bit of joy. Her head was resting in the man's arms. Feng Nishang worried that this would make Ming Qiushui not rest well, so she wanted to She gently moved her body away, but when her warm skin touched the man's scorching skin due to moving her body, her face immediately turned red.

My eyes hardly dared to look at the scenery under the quilt, I just felt that the skin against it felt like it was being ignited, and it was terribly hot.

At the same time, Feng Nishang also felt very shy. It seemed that the two of them were not wearing clothes. This kind of cognition made Feng Nishang even more unsure how to face Ming Qiushui. She closed her eyes and listened quietly to the man. Whether she woke up or not, she didn't seem to notice the man's unusual breathing, so she quietly opened her eyes, and very slightly moved the powerful arm across her slender waist away.

With great difficulty, Feng Nishang took Ming Qiushui's hand away, and moved her body away carefully. Suddenly, some hard object was pasted on the position of her knees. It felt strange. In order not to wake up the man, Feng Nishang tried her best to Keep the body away from the man.

The figure of Jiji's woman is inevitably much more plump than before. Feng Nishang tried her best to balance the upper body so that it would not stick together, but her knees slackened. This time, unfortunately, when she bent her knees, she stuck to the object Together.

Suddenly, Feng Nishang seemed to hear a very slight exhalation, which landed on Feng Nishang's neck, which made her startled, her neck felt numb, and her body seemed to be nailed.

At this moment, Ming Qiushui couldn't pretend anymore, the most direct reaction of his body told him, Feng Nishang found out his embarrassment, he immediately moved his body, bent his knees, to cover up the uncontrollable reaction, and said in a low voice. A hoarse voice immediately overflowed from those thin lips, "Good morning, lady!"

Only then did Feng Nishang realize that Ming Qiushui woke up, what should I do?With such a radiant scene between the two, Feng Nishang's face turned red in an instant, and the speed of the redness was even more uncontrollable, spreading straight to the neck, and then down...

Ming Qiushui's black eyes stared straight at Feng Nishang, those black eyes were like the brightest stars in the sky, shining brightly, and like the gloomy vortex, deeply entangled her sight, sucking her in. The soul made her lose herself in an instant, intoxicated by the darkness.

At this moment, Ming Qiushui couldn't bear it any longer, his throat felt thirsty, he suddenly lowered his head, and lifted his slender jaw with his hands very quickly, accurately and quickly grasping that small passionate mouth , Ming Qiushui was a little nervous, and his body was full of anticipation and yearning. Holding the woman's hand, he couldn't help forgetting the strength, just like the person who had been thirsty for a long time, finally found the source of life, very excited.

The gentle touch close to the face could no longer sweep away the screaming sound from the bottom of his heart. The man's strength was a bit strong, and he kissed the woman's lips, which hurt a little, and there was also a trace of inexplicable tension.

The man's hands were not far behind, wanting to taste the delicacy of this world, he was so hungry, the man was not satisfied, nibbled, gnawed, his body stuck together again, clearly feeling the uncontrollable passion , The passion is like fire, the place where the skin is in contact with the skin is like a fire is lit, it is unbearably hot.

The man's body was changing with lightning speed. Seemingly dissatisfied with such a simple touch, the man even stuck out his tongue, inviting the woman's Lilac Xiaoshe to dance together.

……

Feng Nishang's head was dizzy, her body became very sensitive, she had no strength at all, it was as soft as a plate of sand, but the unusually clear perception made her hairs stand on end.The hard object above her knee, like a stone, pressed against her stomach, making her feel a little uncomfortable.

The strength of the man's arms around her seemed to make her unable to breathe. Her heart beat faster, as if about to jump out of her chest, and her breathing became very difficult. As the strength on the man's arm increased, she could feel the The man's excitement at this time echoed the man's sonorous and powerful heartbeat in his ears, and the sound was as loud as the sound of thunder on a rainy day.

Feng Nishang also felt the man's discomfort, but he still let go of his wound, trying not to stick to the wound, only felt the man's arm muscles twitch, his heartbeat accelerated a lot, and there was a violent wave like a tide, his stomach A burst of something soggy.

The man backed away his knees very quickly, and held Feng Nishang tightly with his arms, showing no sign of letting go. Feng Nishang just let the man hold her like that. He seemed to know something in his mind, and the man's voice was heard clearly in his ears. The fast-paced breathing slowly returned to calm.

……

"My lady, I can't help it..." Ming Qiushui's voice was hoarse after a while, and Feng Nishang was burning hot, and his face was flushed.

Feng Nishang seemed to feel a sense of disappointment in her heart, as if because of..., she suddenly remembered the rumors about Ming Qiushui before, could it be that he... felt sorry for her.

Feng Nishang touched Ming Qiushui's head, suppressed the disappointment, and showed a faint smile on her face, "It's okay, there will be more time in the future.

Ming Qiushui was startled when he heard Nishang's answer, and felt that what Nishang said was reasonable, he was worried that Nishang's wound would be torn open again, so he forbeared so much, but he didn't want to misunderstand the meaning of the woman's words...

(End of this chapter)