Feng Ba beside her still closed her eyes tightly, not noticing her "disrespect" at all. She breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing that he was sleeping deeply, she couldn't help but take a closer look at his exquisite facial features.
If Murong Yun is as elegant as an orchid, then he is the cold and arrogant Mo Zhu. He is aloof and looks down on the world with cold eyes, but he always gives people the feeling of being alone. In terms of appearance alone, Feng Ba, who has an alluring appearance, is even better than Murong Yun.
, but there is a kind of cold indifference all over his body, which makes people like and get close to him as much as the quiet and gentle Murong Yun.
The loneliness and coldness condensed in the center of his eyebrows made her feel a trace of pity and reluctance. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand to smooth the knot between his eyebrows. She raised her hand in the air and suddenly realized what she had done.
Too frivolous.
She can't afford to offend this man.
He is Feng Ba, not Huo Yu.
My heart felt cold, I couldn't say I was disappointed, just a little helpless.
The autumn wind blew by, bringing a hint of coolness. He was only wearing single clothes, and she didn't know whether his seriously injured body could withstand the coldness of early autumn. She suddenly thought about it, jumped down from the stone chair, and planned to go back to the room to get him a robe to sleep.
If it's so heavy, I'm afraid I'll get cold easily.
Just as her feet landed, her hands were suddenly tightly held by his big palms. He exerted a little force, and before she could scream, she fell on top of him involuntarily.
Her elbow hit the wound on his chest, and bright red blood immediately appeared on the light green clothes. She was so frightened that she tried to get up, but he held her tightly on his legs, "Who allowed you to
leave?"
"Huh?" She looked up blankly and met a pair of cold eyes. There was a familiar displeasure in them and a complicated look that she couldn't understand. She was startled and said hurriedly: "I...
I'm just afraid that you'll be cold, so I want to get you... a robe..."
Wow, it’s true that your kindness is not rewarded. You are so angry with him even though you are kind to him.
I felt angry and aggrieved, but also very helpless. Who told me that she would be a superior emperor in the future? Why did she deserve to be angry? Hey, class oppression.
Hearing this, although his face was still cold, his tone became much softer. "I'm not cold."
"Then...can you let me get up first?" she asked cautiously. At this moment, she was lying on his lap with her face down and butt up. This posture was really not very elegant. Although she was not a lady,
, but after all, she is a woman who has not left the court. Men and women are not close to each other. How is it appropriate to be so close?
He was still leaning on the stone railing, closing his eyes and concentrating, not speaking but not letting go of her. Time passed like this, and just when she felt that her body was about to become numb, he slowly let go.
she.
After being liberated, Yang Xi immediately got up and sat up straight, not daring to stay away from him or get too close. This man was moody and had a weird temperament. She had never met such a man in her past life.
When you stay with him, you have to be careful even when you breathe, for fear that if you exhale harder, he will glare at you.
I don't know why, but I'm very afraid of him.
Her eyes fell on the pool of bright red on his chest, and her heart suddenly tugged: "Your injury..."
"It doesn't matter."
"Can I go back with you and give you some medicine?" There was so much blood, and the wound must have been torn again. How could it be okay?
It was rare that he didn't refuse and followed her back to her room to get the medicine. I had only known him for a few days and I had never seen him act so obedient.
As the white cloth was peeled away layer by layer, the bloody wounds were exposed in front of her without any reservation. This time, there were several new cracks that were torn open. She couldn't help but take a breath.
, a trace of fog involuntarily covered the corner of his eyes.
Holding back the inexplicable heartache, she gently applied strong alcohol on him. This was the disinfection method Huo Ju taught her. In this era, the effect is the best, but the wound will burn like a fire. "Does it hurt?"
"
"pain."
She was startled and looked up at him. His face was still cold, and there was no sign of pain in his eyes, just like when he changed his dressing several times in the past. This appearance made her ignore that he was also a real person.
, a person of flesh and blood.
Thinking of his forbearance, my heart twitched inexplicably.
She put her little mouth to his wound and breathed in while applying medicine to him, "Would this make it better?"
When she didn't get a reply from him, she raised her head and met his fiery gaze. She was startled and suddenly panicked, "You...don't misunderstand me."
"What's the misunderstanding?" His eyes were locked on her thin red lips, and the darkness in his eyes deepened.
"No... nothing." She hurriedly lowered her head, avoiding his scorching gaze. Fortunately, he didn't ask any more questions. After she carefully re-bandaged him, she hurriedly escaped on the pretext of cleaning up the mess.
.
At dusk, she retrieved the food sent by the guards at the designated place as usual, served Feng Ba, and then hurriedly returned to her room. The whole night, she did not step out of the door.
She didn't know what she was afraid of, but every time she thought of Feng Ba's hot and gloomy eyes when he looked at her in the afternoon, her heart beat wildly. She didn't know whether it was fear or shock. After living for more than twenty years, this feeling
Never before.
Subconsciously, she felt that she wanted to stay away from that dangerous man.
In their era, favoring a woman by a noble man was as simple as eating a homely meal, but for that woman, it might be the beginning of a catastrophic disaster. In troubled times, remember to keep your innocence.
It cannot be reduced to a plaything for men’s whims.
Especially those high and mighty kings...
In the night wind, the faint sound of the flute suddenly came. The sound of the flute was cold and long, with a hint of coldness and loneliness.
She quietly opened the door, and through the crack in the door, she saw a light green figure sitting quietly under the pavilion in the distance, leaning on the railing, playing the jade flute gracefully. His figure was indifferent, his hair was flying, and he was stunningly beautiful, but his back was lonely.
desolate.
With a bang, she quickly closed the door, her slightly trembling body hanging weakly against the door. Monster!
A pear blossom overpowers a begonia, and a jade tree beats Pan An in the wind! It is this evildoer he is talking about!
Why does this powerful man who seems to be a god always make people feel lonely? Why does the sound of his flute make her inexplicably heartbroken?
The melancholy sound of the flute reached her ears, and she jumped on the big bed irritably, covering her head with the quilt! This monster, stop tempting her fragile nerves! She was really afraid that she would become lustful, and she couldn't help but rush out and do cruel things.
Hug him tightly and kiss that face that is more beautiful than a woman!
Woo hoo, you can only watch from a distance but not play with the stunningly beautiful man...