Sheng Chong Concubine

Chapter 1221 Jealousy (5)
She didn't move, letting Duan Muhong hold her.At this moment, she could deeply feel the exhaustion and desolation in his heart, and there was a slight pain in her heart.She also vaguely knew that before Xirong had not changed its country name and had not been divided, when the territory of Dazhao became Dayue, the princes and daughters of the Xirong royal family had already suffered heavy casualties because of fighting for that position.If it weren't for Duan Muhong's indifference to fame and fortune, he might not be alive today.

The struggle for imperial power has always been so cruel.

"Now I finally know why your brother said that you are suitable for me, and I am suitable for you." Duan Muhong sighed a little, his eyes reflected his admiration for the prophet.

"He saw clearly that behind my cynicism was eternal exhaustion and desolation, and only a simple woman like you can make me feel warm and warm. He also saw that although you are weak in heart, you are extremely stubborn and determined , and you come from such a rich and noble family. If you marry an ordinary person, or you are not in the right household, and with your temperament, you will inevitably be wronged. It is me who can treat you sincerely. At least, before today, I will not It will make you feel wronged."

"And after that?"

Feng Qingyao asked subconsciously, and then immediately closed her mouth tightly, with annoyance flashing in her eyes.

A smile flashed across Duanmuhong's eyes, "After today, of course I will treat you..." He deliberately paused for a while, seeing that she seemed to be indifferent but actually kept stirring her hair with her fingers.Well, he already found out.When she is nervous or cares about something and pretends to be indifferent, her favorite action is to stir her hair.

Smiling lightly in his heart, he stopped teasing her and approached her with an ambiguous and low tone, as seductive as the moonlight of the night.

"Treat it like jewels."

Unsurprisingly, Feng Qingyao blushed and bit her lower lip tightly, feeling ashamed and happy at the same time.

Duan Muhong laughed lowly, but stopped talking.She didn't speak, just kept silent, and leaned against her arms, listening to his heartbeat.That is the most beautiful music in the world.

Duan Muhong's eyes gradually became darker, mixed with a bit of sigh and regret.He looks bohemian on the surface, but how could he be so frank and pure as a member of the royal family?He has kept these words in his heart for many years, even Xiao Qi never said them.It's just that as he gets closer to the girl in his arms day after day, he loves her innocence and loveliness more and more, especially those clear eyes that seem to be untouched by the world, without any dirt.

Holding her will make him feel at ease and happy.

This is a warm feeling that I have never experienced in more than twenty years of life.

At this moment, he was grateful to Feng Qingyue for giving him a treasure that he would never let go of in this life.

The moon-white gauze flutters faintly in the wind, and a man and a woman are vaguely cuddling each other.The woman's black hair hangs down, making her skin as jade-like as snow.The man hugged her tightly, resting his chin on her head, his eyes lowered slightly.This scene was as quiet as water, and it was so beautiful and picturesque that no one could bear to disturb it.

The night was dark, and the moonlight had begun to hide in the clouds.

Duan Muhong reluctantly let her go, "It's getting late, I'm going back, you should go to bed earlier."

She lowered her head and hummed.

Duan Muhong stood up, saw that she kept her head down, couldn't help but sighed, and said in a slightly resentful tone on purpose: "I'm leaving, and you won't see me off?"

Feng Qingyao looked up at him, pouted and said, "It's not that you don't know the direction, do you need me to see you?"

Duan Muhong shook his head, "It's really a woman who doesn't understand style."

After all, he didn't expect her answer, and floated out.

Feng Qingyao let out a breath, patted her reddened face, turned and walked towards the bed.The curtain was drawn, and he fell asleep.

Duan Muhong shuttled through the palace, carefully dodged the guards and hidden guards, and slowly found his way to leave, but suddenly a careless voice sounded in the dark night.

"Prince Wei is really very elegant. He came to my sister's yard at night to enjoy the moon. This unique interest really opened my eyes."

Duan Muhong was startled, his eyes froze, and when he looked up, he saw a long shadow under the hazy moonlight.He stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by rockery and emerald trees, and the mottled and slanted trunks and branches hit him, making the moon-white robe more conspicuous.And, the unopened, but delicate and picturesque eyebrows.

He raised his eyebrows, but he was no longer panicked.

"Stinky boy, you stay up all night just to intercept me here?"

Feng Qingxian's eyes were cool and indifferent, and with a casual glance, he seemed to have seen him clearly from head to toe, from the inside to the outside.However, that gaze fluttered down again, as if he didn't pay attention to him at all.

So careless and calm, so indifferent and faintly projecting a conceited temperament, just like someone.

"I should be curious, why does the prince come to my sister's yard without sleeping at night? Could it be that the prince also has the habit of picking flowers?"

Duan Muhong didn't take his sarcasm to heart, instead he smiled suavely, and opened the folding fan in his hand, as if he felt very hot.

"Picking flowers, I didn't have that hobby in the first place. But now, it's not uncommon."

Feng Qingxian's brows and eyes sank, and a storm rose faintly in her eyes.Duan Muhong's eyes flashed with pride, and he shook his head secretly.Compared with Feng Qingyue, this kid is still a little tender. After all, he has not experienced strong winds and waves. Even though he is talented and intelligent, it is difficult for him to be as calm and calm as Feng Qingyue.

He walked over, and when he slapped the fan, he was about to hit Feng Qingxian.But he didn't expect Feng Qingxian to take two steps back suddenly, his move failed, he was slightly surprised, still thinking that this kid has such a good skill?Then he felt the wind blowing behind him, and he immediately floated away.Feng Qingxian's palm wind failed, but he was not discouraged, and retreated on the spot, wanting to bump into it with his back.

The collision was fast and fierce, precise and ruthless, without giving Duan Muhong any time or space to retreat.

Duan Muhong had just stood firm, and was caught off guard by his collision. After being surprised, he backed away again and again, then put away the folding fan and hugged a tree with one hand and spun around twice to stabilize his figure. There was another flash, and he was already a few steps away from Feng Qingxian. away.Seeing that Feng Qingxian turned around and was about to chase after him, he opened the folding fan with a snap.

"Hold on."

Feng Qingxian stopped in front of him and didn't make another move, but there was an extra sharp blade in his hand.The moonlight shone down, a cold and frightening icy light.Even the slightly pale face after a brief entanglement looked more transparent under the moonlight, abnormally white.

Duan Muhong originally wanted to say something, but seeing his excellent expression, he couldn't help but startled.

"Hey, boy, do you have a chronic illness?"

There was a gleam of light in Feng Qingxian's eyes, and then disappeared.

"Stop talking nonsense, what are you doing in my sister's house?"

(End of this chapter)