Chapter 195: The Four Young Masters of the Feng Family Flee [1]
Fang Ruling thought about it for a while, and although this approach was a bit hasty, it was the only best way he could think of at the moment.
"Then I will do as the queen wishes, just choose the consort..."
"The choice of consort is Feng Yu."
"yes--"
Fang Ruling obeyed his orders and no longer doubted Feng Xizi's selfish motives in asking Mo Xianyu to recruit Feng Yu as his consort.
Feng Xizi stood up, soaked the cloth in the basin, and slowly wiped Mo Zhilan's face.
The warm water temperature made Mo Zhilan's face look rosy like a normal person's, and the color on his lips also returned to what it should be, but it was very, very light.
Seeing him somewhat recovered, Feng Xizi smiled softly, "Zhilan, I'll wait for you to wake up."
【I am Liu'er who immediately favors Wen】
The gauze curtains in the inner room of Jinxiu Pavilion were undulating. The man lying prone on the bed was extremely handsome. His eyes were tightly closed, his long eyelashes were half-draped, his ivory-like skin was smooth and moving, and the shocking wound on his back was gradually starting to scab.
The three men standing beside the bed watched another man sprinkle the powder on the wound and wrap it carefully, as gently as if he were handling something fragile.
If someone doesn't know, they must think that this man must be very nice to the man in bed, otherwise how could he take care of him with all his clothes on... Of course, that's someone who doesn't know.
Those who knew the truth of the matter... shed tears of sympathy for Feng Yuju, who was a doctor - and drank all his life-saving medicines to Mo Zhilan like he was poaching his flesh. Even if the King of Hell wanted Mo Zhilan to die,
Feng Yu would also catch him with all his teeth and claws, otherwise how could he be worthy of his innocent medicine!!
(┬＿┬)!
"Fourth brother, how is he?" Feng Rui asked softly.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Feng Yu put his fingers on Mo Zhilan's wrist. After a long while, he said coldly: "He can't die. This guy took three of my medicines and it's even harder to die!"
It's all his robber sister. She clearly said that two pills would save her life, but she wasted one pill. Lucky for Mo Zhilan, he wouldn't have taken the medicine to save this bastard if it hadn't been for the little sister's hard work!
The most disgusting thing is that he now has to call him "uncle".
Ah, he's not that many years older than me, so why should he be Feng Yu's elder!
Besides, Mo Zhilan is his imperial uncle, wouldn't my little sister have to call him "uncle" too?!
Tsk tsk, it’s best this way, my little sister will never have to marry him!
Feng Jia looked at Feng Yu's unhappy face, covered his lips and snickered, saying: "Fourth brother, since you are so reluctant, you don't have to save him. No one forces you to save him, and no one calls him out before you.
Uncle."
"I...I'm happy!" The wise and powerful Fourth Master Feng withdrew his fingers and pulled out the silver needle from Mo Zhilan's body angrily.
He firmly refused to admit that he fell for Feng Xizi or Mo Zhilan. At most, he was half a head shorter because of Xianyu, right?
"Fourth brother, actually I really don't want you to marry the princess." Feng Yue sighed and said with emotion: "If you call him uncle, won't we all call him uncle? My little sister is his queen, you
Isn’t this kind of relationship weird?”
"That's what I'm saying!" Feng Jia said angrily: "I always feel that we, the Feng family, will suffer in front of the royal family. My little sister is so shrewd. You see, facing all the civil and military officials, her imposing manner is overwhelming, and she can make a difference between life and death.
Judgment, without blinking... In the end, Mo Zhilan fell into the hands of Mo Zhilan again and again. You want to say that Mo Zhilan's scheming is indeed deep enough, but the little girl is not a fool, why can't she jump?