Love in Xuancheng

"Yue'er -- I promise you, will you? If you want to play, let's play. Don't cry --" Feng moye is so anxious that he doesn't know how to coax him.

Shen Xingyue didn't care and couldn't hear what he was saying. She vented her selfishness and cried in the dark.

After crying for about a cup of tea, he gradually calmed down. He seemed to have done some physical work. He was so tired that he was out of breath.

Feng moye's heart twisted into a ball like his sword eyebrow, and gently stroked her chest, "Moon --"

He had never seen Shen Xingyue cry like this before. She would cry silently for a while at most. It was the first time to cry like this. The cry tore his heart.

Shen Xingyue didn't pay attention to him, not that she didn't want to, but that she didn't have the strength. She turned sideways and nestled in his arms, closed her eyes, and soon fell asleep.

She fell asleep after venting, but Feng moye was sad and full of thoughts. He was no easier than her. Shen Xingyue was tired of crying for a long time, but Feng moye was frightened and exhausted.

Looking at the quiet man in his arms, there was a deep remorse and weakness in his eyebrows: "is it my king who made yue'er so unhappy? But what should I do with you?"

The next morning, the sun shone into the room through the window. Shen Xingyue rubbed her eyes. Before she could open her eyes, she heard the sound of wind moye Wen in her ear and said, "how are you sleeping, madam?"

Shen Xingyue put her hand on her eyes and immediately pulled the quilt and covered her head. Don't mention how awkward and embarrassing it was. It was a shame to cry like that yesterday!

Feng moye turned sideways, supported his head, looked spoiled and stared at the people in the quilt, "madam is shy?"

"No!" Shen Xingyue argued loudly in the quilt.

"Oh? No?" Feng moye raised his eyebrows and smiled softly, with a voice of doubt.

"Don't laugh!" when Shen Xingyue heard his laughter, she felt her face was burning.

Feng Mo Xie asked softly, "who smiled?"

"Who else is here?" Shen Xingyue lifted the quilt and muttered discontentedly, knowing why! Cheating, pretending to be innocent and addicted to him.

"Look, is this Wang laughing?" Feng moye leaned over and showed her her face. Her red little face made Feng moye's heart beat faster and her blood was ready to move.

He immediately pulled back and forced himself not to see her. He forcibly changed the topic and said, "why did madam cry yesterday?" although he tried to control it, his voice was still a little hoarse. He didn't know what he asked. He just wanted to distract himself.

Shen Xingyue said slowly after hearing the speech for a moment, "I don't know. Suddenly, I want to cry inexplicably. There is a feeling of letting go of thousands of years of grievances. Isn't it very strange?"

"Thousand years?" Feng moye a spirit.

"Hmm!" Shen Xingyue looked at him seriously. "At that moment, I felt that I had lived for many lives, but no life was happy. I couldn't help crying from my heart. I couldn't even control myself. Isn't it ridiculous? Isn't it strange?"

Feng moye reached out and stroked her little face, "don't think about it. There will be a king after the moon! The king won't let the moon be alone again."

"It should be wishful thinking! Who can live for a thousand years? Then you can't live to be a bastard?"