The fat concubine turned over, the evil king wanted to hug him

Chapter 60 His Rare Tenderness
"This king guessed it." As if he knew what Ning Yange was thinking, the man explained slowly.

The disgusted expression on Ning Elegy's face stiffened for a moment.

She thought about this man before and guessed that she wanted the sheet music of "Flames". This man also knew the content of the sheet music, and he obviously knew her well, but he didn't know what she wanted these things for, and he unconsciously showed disgust on his face. look.

But at this moment, there is an illusion of being seen through.

"Well, is there any difference on the fifteenth day? If there are really no artifacts in the maze, are you courting death if you go in on the fifteenth day?"

Although he knew the way to enter and the way to get out, but that day was a day of poisoning, if he ventured in, would he be courting death or something?
Ning Elegy's words made the man look up at her.

In the dim light, only the man's eyes were shining like stars.

His black eyes were as deep as usual, making people unpredictable, but at this moment, he could vaguely feel the light in his eyes with a strong sense of blazing.

"Madam finally knows how to care about me." He sighed in relief.

"..." Ning Elegy raised her forehead, she was not concerned, she was just talking about serious business.

"On the fifteenth day, the spirituality of the artifact is the strongest."

Ning Elegy blinked her eyes, and recalled the day when she traveled back then, which happened to be the fifteenth day of the old calendar, and it was the day of the full moon.

In this way, when the spirituality is at its strongest, is there a chance to time travel?

……

Watching the carriage drive away.

Feng Moyan smiled slightly, turned around and walked towards the maze.

Feng Mowen immediately followed Feng Moyan's footsteps, and asked in a low voice: "Fifth brother, there is no one to guide you in this maze, how do you get in?"

They hid in the dark before, waiting for Feng Mohan to leave, but as soon as he left, they immediately headed towards the maze.

In the dark night, the torches in the guards' hands drove away the darkness in the forest, and several guards stepped forward to stand in the maze first.

In front of several tombstones without words, as one of the guards moved the switch, the ground shook violently, gradually revealing a gap.

Feng Moyan said softly, "Who said there was no one to lead the way?"

There was a coquettish smile on the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly raised his chin, motioning the prince to look over.

Feng Mowen followed his gaze and saw a man in a light green shirt standing there at some point.

Mo Yuqing?
He was startled.

Mo Yuqing stepped forward, cupped his hands towards the two, and said with a smile: "Mo has been waiting here for a long time."

Didn't this person bring Feng Mohan into the maze before, why is he planning to bring them in now?
"Mo is also helpless. He was forced to take him in because of the threat of the Seventh Prince. Now that the two want to enter, Mo is willing to bring the two in. When I entered before, I didn't tell them where the artifact was placed. If I brought him If the two of you enter, you must tell the two of you."

His words made Feng Mowen's face unbearably excited.

Thinking that Feng Mohan returned empty-handed, but he was able to get what he wanted, he couldn't help laughing loudly.

"Hahaha, fifth brother did a good job." When he praised Feng Moyan, he reached out and patted Feng Moyan on the shoulder.

The corner of Feng Moyan's mouth also traced a hint of a smile.

The two of them never realized that Mo Yuqing's eyes were filled with awe-inspiring light.

……

Back at the inn, Ning Elegy waited by Xiaolu's side to take care of her.

When Xiaoluyouyou woke up, it was already bright outside, and her young lady was lying on the edge of the bed and fell asleep.

She was so moved that she couldn't help but pushed the young lady who was on the edge of the bed, and called softly: "Miss, miss."

When Miss just married the Seventh Prince, she called Ning Elegy the princess every time. In fact, calling her the princess was really awkward, but after Ning Elegy corrected her many times, she simply called her Miss.

Being pushed awake, Ning Elegy opened his eyes and rubbed them. The first thing he did was grab Xiaolu's wrist to feel his pulse, and he let out a sigh of relief after the pulse diagnosis was completed.

"It seems that you're fine, it's fine."

"Miss, go and rest, you...you took care of the slaves all night?"

"It's nothing, I just bandaged the wound for you. Since you are fine, I'll go back to the house first." She yawned and walked out.

Xiaolu's eyes shone with a silky luster.

The first time she was taken care of by someone, she was very moved.

The former young lady probably wouldn't have taken care of her like this.

Ning Elegy pushed away the room next door, and found that Feng Mohan was not in the room, so he didn't think about it anymore, and just fell asleep.

The house was quiet.

There seemed to be the sound of footsteps and conversation in my ears.

It should be Feng Mohan and his subordinates walking into the house.

"My lord, the fifth lord and His Royal Highness really entered the maze again."

"Well, what's the result?" The voice, so deep and pleasant, must be Feng Mohan's.

"I haven't seen it yet."

Ning Elegy didn't want to pretend to be asleep, but their voices were too loud, which made her sleepless, and she became more and more focused on listening.

But after the guard said "I haven't seen it yet", the man fell silent.

The house is quiet.

Could it be that both the prince and the fifth prince died in the maze?If they all died inside, wouldn't it be logical that the throne would be in Feng Mohan's hands next?

She began to think wildly, and she didn't know when a corner of the bed suddenly sank.

She was facing the bed, and listened to the sound outside, but there was no movement at the moment, which made her unable to help but start guessing.

Just as she was telling herself to take a good rest, her feet were suddenly held by a hand.

She opened her eyes suddenly, and couldn't help asking in surprise, "What are you doing?"

Only then did she realize that Feng Mohan was sitting on the edge of her bed, and was grabbing her feet, as if about to take off her embroidered shoes.

Ning Elegy was incomparably frightened.

Feng Mohan's movements stopped, his deep eyes fell on her surprised face, and he said softly, "You don't take off your shoes when you sleep?"

The habit of sleeping without taking off your shoes is very bad.

But for Ning Elegy, sleeping without taking off his shoes is an excellent thing. In case of accident, it is easy to escape.

But to Feng Mohan's tone and eyes, three black lines were drawn on her forehead, and she couldn't help but want to kick him, but her feet were held by him and she couldn't move.

His tone seemed to be mocking, and the way he looked at her was even more mocking.

It was clearly mocking her behavior of wearing shoes to sleep.

"I, I'm used to it."

"My king wants to rest too." He frowned, seeing that she had retracted her feet, he grabbed her big thick legs without saying a word, and quickly and rudely took them off.

"Hey, hey!" Ning Yange really wanted to beat someone up, but this girl was so over the top, she took off her shoes without asking her opinion.

But the other party ignored her, took off one of her, and then took off the other.

The whole process was fast and rude.

"You...you bastard." Ning Elegy was fine with taking off his shoes, and was pushed in forcibly by the man, leaving a large area of ​​the bed free for him to lie down naturally.

Ning Elegy was only cursing, but he didn't make any resistance in action.

Probably because of the tired look on his face. For a patient, tiredness is the last thing to do.

She suddenly sat up: "Feng Mohan, you are not feeling well, you should rest earlier, I will give you the bed... ah!"

But before he finished speaking, he was grabbed by the wrist by the man, and when he was about to go to bed, he stopped immediately. He was pulled by the man and fell on the man's chest, and he was hugged firmly.

Although she has had countless intimate actions with this man, it is the first time that she has no room to resist like today.

Although the figure is a bit fat, but for a man, such softness is excellent.

He likes the feeling of holding her.

Ning Elegy felt uncomfortable in such a posture, and hurriedly lifted the man's big palm on his waist, but he couldn't move any of his fingers.

"Don't move around." He warned her in a low voice, and at the same time he couldn't help reaching out and pinching the flesh around her waist.

"Si... bastard, change my position, this position is uncomfortable." She was twisted in pain, and couldn't help but cursed in a low voice. In order to get revenge, she turned around and twisted his flesh, and directly made a 180-degree rotation.

Satisfied to hear the muffled sound of the man.

Feng Mohan wasn't annoyed, but because of her actions, she was in a good mood.

Ning Elegy felt the man holding her slightly loosen his arms, turned over immediately, and pressed his face against his chest.

The coldness of his body and the warmth of his body formed a strong contrast.

It was the first time she'd been so self-initiated with a guy, and it felt weird...it made her heart beat faster.

With her leaning against her like this, Feng Mohan's heartbeat was a little irregular.

He was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "How about doing this in the future?"

so?which kind?
Ning Elegy was stunned for a moment, and only then did he realize that what he said would be like this in the future meant that they were hugging each other now.

"Uh...Feng Mohan, I'm just too sleepy now, and because I don't have any spare room for me, I'm hugging you. Don't push yourself too hard."

The man didn't reply, but smiled.

The low laughter, deep and sweet, made Ning Elegy, who was leaning on his chest, feel the shock.

Her eardrums were so shaken that her brain was a little dizzy.

"Take a rest, isn't Madam tired?"

Ning Elegy suspected that she had heard it wrong, and she clearly caught the slightest hint of tenderness from the man's tone. Such a tone made her want to raise her head to deeply explore the expression on his face, but in the end Still held back.

"Feng Mohan, sometimes I think you are a nice person!"

"Well. How about being your man?" The man's voice carried hints of bewitchment.

"Am I a man? It's not bad to be my man." She told the truth, it would be good for him to be her man.

But... she also has her own business and purpose.

"So?" He asked again, but he didn't get an answer. Looking down, he found that the woman had fallen asleep leaning on his chest.

He smiled, with a deep and shallow smile on his lips.

(End of this chapter)