People like Feng Yexuan must have the wind and the rain must have the rain.
Even a golden marriage is there, and the other party still wants a beautiful woman and her Majesty the Queen of Longteng Kingdom who has the status.
I heard that they had survived the ups and downs before, and the people were still talking about the deeds that were not only romantic but also bloody.
It can be seen how profound the experiences of the two people are and how profound the relationship is!
There are everything, what else does he lack?
But now seeing Feng Yexuan supporting his forehead and closing his eyes to rest, Xiaoyao's heart has become softer inexplicably.
It seems...a bit merciful.
Does such a powerful person really have times when he is fragile?
She cooked the chrysanthemum tea and glanced at him again.
"Your voice seems to be almost as good as you want. Can I get some medicine for you?"
Feng Yexuan didn't speak, and still closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.
Xiaoyao said to himself: "The medicine is a bit bitter, and the chrysanthemum itself is also a bit bitter, so the taste may not be that good."
He still didn't speak.
Xiaoyao poured a cup and pushed it in front of him.
Seeing that he had no reaction at all, she had to put the cup down and was about to say something.
Unexpectedly, Feng Yexuan suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"Prince!" Xiaoyao frowned and immediately struggled.
He just held it casually, and that strength was completely impossible for Xiaoyao to break free.
"You are Jian Wuying's apprentice?"
Xiaoyao was stunned, Jian Wuying, the name was still very strange to her.
But she knew in her heart that it was another name of the master.
"I recognized the wrong person." She laughed dryly.
Feng Yexuan's eyes sank: "In your eyes, I am such a foolish person?"
"No!" I quickly explained, for fear of causing him anger again and causing trouble for him.
Xiaoyao thought about it before nodding: "Yes, he is my master, but he is a good person."
"How many people have he killed and how many blood stains have he stained with his hands?"
Feng Yexuan snorted coldly, with indifferent eyes, and looked at her dissatisfied face: "Do you think he is a good person?"
Xiaoyao stared at him with a look of unwillingness.
Of course, Master is a good person!
If she hadn't been the master, she wouldn't have lived now.
The master not only saved her life, but also kept taking care of her, and even gave her the best food when she had no money!
Even in the eyes of everyone in the world, Master is a bad person, but to her, Master is the best person in the world!
"Prince," Xiaoyao's eyes also turned dark, and he looked disdainful:
"The prince's hands are fewer people who have killed than my master? The prince's hands have stained with blood than my master..."
"When did I say that I am a good person?"
"You..." Xiaoyao couldn't refute this.
He himself said that he was not a good person, so how could she sarcastically?
"But my master is a good person!"
"What did he give you so much trust?"
"He gave me life!" Xiaoyao said anxiously.
Feng Yexuan didn't know what he was thinking, and his star-like eyes shone with a strange luster.
"He gave you life?"
Jian Wuying has been living in the world for many years, but no one has seen any little girl beside him. He has always been alone.
When did Xiaoyao become his apprentice?
Feng Yexuan narrowed his eyes and stared at Xiaoyao's ordinary face: "In other words, it was Jian Wuying who saved you? When did he save you? Where did he save you?"
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