Love in Xuancheng

Feng moye laughed. "Does the princess mean to let me go or not? The princess just thinks that I can make a sound when I travel with Princess Zhuo Wen. Wouldn't the princess be happier if I really travel with you? Why don't you promise me?"

"No!" Shen Xingyue interrupted him in a hurry.

I don't want you to travel with that silly princess under the banner of trying to please me! If I'm tired, won't my caution these days be in vain? Your life is now more expensive than mine! You are all my hope!

Feng moye raised his eyebrows. "Isn't the princess very happy?"

Happy to see a fart! I'm Hu Zou's, okay! After we find out what is involved between us, you demon will accompany whoever you like! Now you have to belong to me!

"I really like the king of Qi. How about letting him accompany me every day?" Shen Xingyue raised her small face and asked for instructions sincerely.

Don't you want to make me happy? I'm glad that king Qi can play with me, too. Are you happy to see him?

Feng moye didn't think so, his tone was not urgent or slow, "I have no opinion!"

What? No problem? Did you hear me right? Shen Xing's full moon stared at Feng moye, and subconsciously reached out and rubbed his ears.

Feng moye asked with a sly smile, "now does the princess agree that the king will accompany Princess Zhuo Wen?"

"Disagree!" Shen Xingyue blurted out, sounding a little angry. Even Shen Xingyue couldn't tell the truth about this subtle feeling. She couldn't help feeling some inexplicable anger because Feng moye insisted on being with others.

"Well, well, don't go if you don't agree with the king! Don't be angry!" Feng moye stroked her green silk with her warm palm, flattered her with soft words, and spoiled her eyes more.

Shen Xingyue was seen by the hot eyes for a moment. She felt that her brain was blank and her ears were hot. She hurriedly broke free from his arms, rolled out of bed and hurried out of the bedroom.

Feng moye looked at Shen Xingyue who was a little embarrassed and fled, but she laughed. The bright and hearty smile made the dark room shine.

Shen Xingyue rushed out of the bedroom hall. She was already holding a lamp outside. She walked aimlessly along the path and unknowingly entered an octagonal pavilion. Facing the lake, the lake water was like an exotic woman covered by a veil in the moonlight. It was mysterious, beautiful and full of reverie. One side is the garden. The flowers in the garden are not afraid of autumn, still competing to open, reflecting the bright moonlight, with elegance and pride that are not seen in the day. Shen Xingyue leaned against the beauty in the pavilion and thought about her mind.

The night wind was biting, which made Shen Xingyue's brain slowly return to normal. She reached out and touched her ears. It was cool. "This temperature is normal! This is my temperature!" she murmured. Then he began to be angry, not angry wind, but angry himself!

Is it really important that this cold heart can be warm? Can you really abandon everything for this? Can you even ignore the bottom line? Can you accept it even if you really want to be with Feng moye? Shen Xingyue kept asking herself. Depressed and tangled, she was very upset. She simply took out wine to pour out her worries.

No matter how cold the heart is, it can live calmly in the self-developed world. What about living like this for another life? Why do you think so about urgent change? Is it because you have been lonely for too long and want to be warm, or because the person you meet is the wind? Is it greedy for his warmth? Maybe! I want to get close to him, but I'm inexplicably afraid to get close to him. Maybe it's because of the barrier of my previous identity. Shen Xingyue looked up and looked at the curved moon. She was envious: it's almost round again.

"Can I have a round of my life?" although he asked, he mocked himself like a fool's dream.