Walking to the window, Mo Yue, dressed in ink, stood out under the snow-white jade flower tree in Haitang. Feng Qingzhuang's indifferent voice did not make any waves, and she said
"Mo Yue, I have nothing to do with your young master anymore. Please don't come to Piaoxue Pavilion to find me again."
"Miss Feng Er, Mo Yue begs you." Mo Yue suddenly knelt down and begged, and continued.
"After the young master left Piaoxue Pavilion today, he seemed to be going crazy. He rushed directly to the post house and had a fight with Prince Feng. The young master was seriously injured and fell unconscious on the spot. The subordinates carried the young master back to Qunying Pavilion and saw the doctor.
, the doctor specifically told the young master to rest and not drink, but the young master was not willing to listen. As soon as he woke up, he kept drinking to drown his sorrows. Although Mo Yue didn't know what misunderstanding happened between you and the young master,
But the young master is sincere towards you. I beg you to go see the young master and advise him."
As soon as she heard that Wu Jingyu was seriously injured, Feng Qingzhuang was extremely anxious. Before Mo Yue could finish her words, she had already swayed out of the window and flew towards the Qunying Pavilion like the wind.
Climbing over the three-meter-high wall of Qunying Pavilion, he walked directly towards the room where Wu Jingyu was given drugs last time.
When you push the door open, the strong aroma of wine fills the whole room.
Wu Jingyu's face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hair was messy and scattered around his forehead. There were still a few bright red stains on his clothes. It was conceivable that he must have been seriously injured in the battle with Feng Yu.
He was leaning crookedly on the floor next to the couch, his whole body was in a state of dejection, holding up a wine jar in his hand, and kept pouring wine. There were several empty wine jars staggered around him, which showed that he had drank a lot.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Wu Jingyu raised his head, shook his head, and looked at a blurry figure walking towards him at the door.
"Go away! I told you not to see anyone," he roared angrily.
Seeing the blurry figure still approaching him, Wu Jingyu was furious and grabbed an empty wine jar and threw it over.
Feng Qingzhuang turned around to avoid it, and the empty wine jar hit the ground with a crisp sound, and the debris was all over the ground. She carefully avoided the debris on the ground, walked to Wu Jingyu's side, squatted down, took the wine jar in his hand, and placed it on the ground.
on the ground, gently holding his face
The familiar breath that penetrated into the bone marrow made the frantic Wu Jingyu calm down instantly. He looked at the blurry face in front of him with drunken eyes and shook his head vigorously. The face in front of him was still blurry and could not be seen clearly.
"Fool, fool, why did you put yourself in such a pitiful and miserable state? Do you want me to feel sorry for you? I tell you, I have a heart of stone and will never feel sorry for you."
Feng Qingzhuang, whose eyes were dim with tears, didn't mean what she meant. While scolding, she took out a silk handkerchief from her arms and gently wiped the remaining blood on the corner of Wu Jingyu's mouth.
"Zhuang'er, is that you?"
After blinking, the blurry face in front of him gradually became clear. It was the face of the person he was thinking about. Wu Jingyu's lips curled into a silly smile, and he remained motionless, looking at her stupidly, not even willing to move his eyes.
"I promised not to torture myself anymore," Feng Qingzhuang said with a smile, tears in her eyes.
"I promise you that I won't torture myself anymore, and you must also promise me not to leave me, not to follow Feng Hu, and not to be his crown princess." Wu Jingyu pulled Feng Qingzhuang childishly and demanded domineeringly.
"Okay, I promise you I won't leave you, follow Feng Yu, or become his princess. I'll help you up," Feng Qingzhuang coaxed gently.
He helped Wu Jingyu lie down on the bed, took off his dirty coat, and said softly: "Yu, be obedient and sleep well. When the sun rises tomorrow and a new day begins, you will
Forget all the unhappy things”
The drunken Wu Jingyu was like a child, obediently closing his eyes, but one hand subconsciously held Feng Qingzhuang's hand tightly, preventing her from leaving.
With no choice, Feng Qingzhuang had no choice but to close her clothes and lie down. Suddenly, she thought that Wu Jingyu's internal injuries were serious. With a thought, she took out a top-quality elixir for treating internal injuries from Mo Yin Yunfeng, and shook Wu Jingyu's side.
Yu, opened his mouth and said
"Yu, come on, take this pill and your internal injuries will be cured."
"I don't want to eat it. The injury is healed. Zhuang'er will ignore me." The drunken Wu Jingyu shook his head and expressed the truest thoughts in his heart.
Holding the pill in his mouth, he put his soft lips against Wu Jingyu's thin lips that smelled of wine, and gently pried his mouth open with the tip of his tongue. The intoxicating aroma of wine filled their mouths. He stretched out his tongue,
The pill was put into his mouth, and with a slight push, he felt his Adam's apple slide.
He raised his head slightly and wanted to withdraw his lips, but the drunken Wu Jingyu got the benefit. Relying on his body's instinct, he hugged Feng Qingzhuang's slender waist with one hand and clasped her head with the other.
He stood up and pressed her underneath him, making their bodies fit closer together.
With four lips touching each other, he kissed her like an animal's most instinctive expression of emotion, without any skill or tenderness.
At the same time, his fiery big palms skillfully penetrated into her skirt, covering the beautiful parts of her chest and stroking them vigorously.
Lying under him, Feng Qingzhuang's heart softened when she thought of the ruthless words she had said to him before, and she did not refuse.
In the room, the ambiguous atmosphere gradually increased, and the breathing became heavier.
No longer satisfied with the caressing across the clothes, Wu Jingyu, like a wild beast, tore the black clothes on Feng Qingzhuang into two halves, and her exquisite body was exposed like a piece of flawless white jade.
in the air
He looked at the person under him infatuatedly, lowered his head, and placed continuous and fine kisses on her flawless white jade skin, leaving his unique love marks.
Feng Qingzhuang trembled, her eyes blurred, feeling his extremely strong love that she wished could be engraved into her bones.
"Yu I love you" couldn't help but shout softly
As soon as she finished shouting, the hot temperature between her lips hit her again, with a faint intoxicating aroma of wine, burning her heart.
Opening her lips slightly, his fiery spiritual tongue took the opportunity to penetrate into her mouth, entangled with it like a fiery snake, introducing the fire into her body through the moist tongue.
She just felt like the world was spinning. She couldn't think about it. Her chest was rising and falling violently, and her heart seemed to be beating out of her chest.
"Zhuang'er, don't leave me, don't leave me"
Leaving her lips, Wu Jingyu's fiery tongue came to her ears, murmuring non-stop, licking and biting her earlobes
Ling's tongue slid down, bit her slender neck hard, and planted bright and dazzling strawberries one after another.