For the first time, Feng Jueyu felt that Miss Shangguan's soft-spoken yet strong character had a unique charm of vixenism hidden in her. Those beautiful eyes that made people seem to be able to forget everything suddenly made him wary.
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If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that I would be lost by these eyes right away. They are too clear, and it is too easy for people to lose their mind and be captured by the eyes in an instant.
Feng Jueyu knew that this was an ability that Shangguan Ruomeng had developed in the shopping mall. It was not an ordinary evil occult method, but an ability that he had learned on his own from an extremely thorough understanding of human nature.
It's a pity that Shangguan Ruomeng is destined to fail, because she is not an ordinary person.
"Is it related? Why can't I understand what sister Ruomeng said?" Feng Jueyu said suspiciously, his eyes clearer than Shangguan Ruomeng's.
Another powerful instinct of the King of Killers is disguise. Undoubtedly, Feng Jueyu's cultivation in this field is far inferior to that of Shangguan Ruomeng.
I stared at Feng Jueyu blankly for a while to make sure he was not lying. Shangguan Ruomeng stood up just now. This small movement still did not escape Feng Jueyu's eyes. It seems that this girl did not approach me intentionally. I thought he was
My view has changed.
Shangguan Ruomeng realized that this plan was useless, and regained his wisdom-rich expression, and sighed: "It seems that Brother Feng really doesn't know, Brother Feng..."
She turned around and said with a leisurely smile: "Then can you explain why Ruofan's swordsmanship has improved so quickly?"
Feng Jueyu knew that he could hide some things, and at the same time, he couldn't hide some things even if he wanted to, so he smiled awkwardly and said: "Okay, I won't hide it from you anymore. You are right, someone did let you know."
People teach Ruofan and want him to become a master?"
Feng Jueyu threw out his trump card...
If you want someone not to pay attention to something, you have to use another thing to attract her attention.
This trick is applicable to everyone, regardless of age or gender.
Shangguan Ruomeng showed a relieved expression and sighed slightly: "It seems that grandpa's guess is right. Someone has indeed come to the Shangguan family, Brother Feng..."
"Hey?" Before Shangguan Ruomeng could finish speaking, Feng Jueyu lifted up the quilt and got out of bed, interrupting: "Sister Ruomeng, don't ask me who he is? What is his origin? Don't say he is a brother.
It’s clear, it’s clear, and he probably doesn’t want people to know.”
Feng Jueyu put on his clothes and walked to the window, making sure that no one was eavesdropping around the small building, and then said: "The Shangguan family is indeed second to none in Tiannan City, no one dares to offend it, even the emperor is afraid of it, but after all, it is only an empire.
The aristocratic family in the middle, how big is this world? I think my sister knows better than my brother. Although my brother doesn't understand Xuan Kung, he can feel the different state of mind every time he passes the guidance of the master and continues to talk about it.
, Ruofan understands a lot more than you do. If I’m not afraid of hurting you, in my opinion, that master’s methods are much better than those of the Shangguan family. Isn’t it a good thing to have such a person who wants to succeed Ruofan?
?”
Shangguan Ruomeng looked at Feng Jueyu quietly. Somehow, she found that the coward in front of her suddenly showed signs of becoming taller. These words were a metaphor for something, but she didn't want to let herself know. However, after hearing what he said, she still felt
If you can't ask questions and block your escape route with just a few words, are you still the same coward and loser?
Shangguan Ruomeng sighed: "It's a pity that while we are watching this matter, we still don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse?"
She paused and said: "Ruomeng didn't say just now that the three killers who were killed all died of body ulceration. The death was so miserable that Brother Feng might not have seen it or wanted to see it, even though they were hit by one blow.
They were bound to die, but my sister suspected that the three people were not dead, but were poisoned and suffered great pain. They had to reach out to grab their own bodies until they died. This shows that the murderer's methods were cruel and absolutely cruel.
The word "evil emperor" makes my little sister afraid, because that person is the same person who taught Ruofan."
Feng Jueyu laughed secretly and said to himself, you guessed it right, they were indeed poisoned, it was the most terrifying "poison" in the world, and I am the "evil emperor".
Looking at Shangguan Ruomeng, Feng Jueyu said: "So what if we are alone? You need to know whether it is a blessing or a disaster. It is a disaster that cannot be avoided. Brother Wei feels that focusing on the immediate interests is the most important thing. Everyone can see it. If
Isn't this a good thing if your cultivation has improved rapidly in the recent period?"
Shangguan Ruomeng was about to refute, but Feng Jueyu waved his hand to stop him, and continued: "Let's change the angle again. If they are one person, it would be better. This means that he is secretly protecting Ruofan, or me, which is indirect
It means that he has no ill intentions towards the Shangguan family, so that’s enough, right?”
Shangguan Ruomeng pondered for a moment and suddenly realized, yes, how could I be so stupid that I never thought about this. If it was really that person, even if he was a little ruthless, it would be for Ruofan. There are many murderous guys in the world.
Those who act chivalrously and righteously may not necessarily kill less people than those who commit all evil deeds. As long as they have no ill intentions toward the Shangguan family, that's all. Why do I want so much?
"It seems that I have been worrying too much." Shangguan Ruomeng stood up and said sincerely: "Thank you, Brother Feng, for your advice."
With that said, Shangguan Ruomeng gave Yingying a gift. Feng Jueyu turned around and nodded with a smile, but found that Shangguan Ruomeng's face was pale, shaky, and suddenly he was about to fall down.
Feng Jueyu's heart suddenly suddenly went over and he quickly walked over to help him, but Shangguan Ruomeng fell forward and fell into Feng Jueyu's arms.
Yeah? What’s wrong with this girl?
Feng Jueyu was surprised and asked: "Sister Ruomeng, what are you..."
Shangguan Ruomeng's face was as pale as a piece of white paper. He leaned in Feng Jueyu's arms very tiredly and said with a forced smile: "No, it's nothing?"
"It's nothing?" Feng Jueyu stretched out his hand and touched it. His forehead was hot. It was obvious that he had a fever, and the temperature was not low. In the current world, it was called a cold, and it could be big or small.
"Are you suffering from cold? Go and lie down on the bed." Feng Jueyu frowned, helped Shangguan Ruomeng to the bed, and then shouted loudly downstairs: "Xing'er, Xing'er..."
Shangguan Ruomeng grabbed Feng Jueyu's arm with one hand and leaned half of his body on him. Sitting on the bed, his heart suddenly felt as if a little rabbit had entered and bumped left and right.
This was the first time since he was a child that he was in a man's bed, and it was also the first time that he was leaning on a man's shoulder. Feeling the male aura on Feng Jueyu's body, his face felt faintly hot. What's wrong with me? I can't
Lying on his bed...
"I'm going back to my room." Her conservative sense of chastity forced her to struggle to stand up, but Feng Jueyu forcibly held her down.
"You're still trying to show off, how are you burned? Just lie down for now, I'll ask Xing'er to find the doctor..."
Saying that, Feng Jueyu lifted the quilt, simply put Shangguan Ruomeng on the bed and put it down, and thoughtfully covered her with the quilt. Then she ran to the window and called "Xing'er" a few more times, and then walked directly to
He took off a towel from the basin, soaked it, wrung it out, folded it into a long strip, and put it on Shangguan Ruomeng's forehead.
These steps are a normal way to cool down. Feng Jueyu didn't think of anything else, but he didn't expect that every move he made would fall in Shangguan Ruomeng's eyes.
From the moment Feng Jueyu hugged her to bed, Shangguan Ruomeng had a sweet illusion. Somehow, she seemed to particularly like this sense of dependence.
Then Feng Jueyu covered him with a quilt, his movements were soft and gentle, gentle and considerate, which made people feel grateful.
Then he walked from the bed to the window, soaking in a towel while calling Xing'er, and then put the towel on his forehead to bring a little bit of coolness. Every step showed Feng Jueyu's attentiveness and care.
Is he actually such a person? A careful and courageous true gentleman?
Why wasn't he like this before?
Or has he been hiding something? Is he deliberately acting in such a dandy manner?
Why is he so different?
Shangguan Ruomeng watched quietly, unaware that at this moment, Feng Jueyu in her eyes was growing a little more stalwart, from an unsightly playboy to a courageous and responsible gentleman...
Xing'er ran in from outside. When she entered the house and saw Shangguan Ruomeng lying on the bed, she couldn't help but be a little stunned.
Isn't that right? The young lady and uncle have grown up so quickly? Are they all sleeping in the same bed?
Oops, this is so embarrassing, it’s daytime...
The little girl obviously misunderstood the scene in the room, and at the same time she did not notice Feng Jueyu standing behind him.
"Hey, girl, what are you thinking about? Your lady has caught the cold, why don't you call the doctor?" Feng Jueyu urged.
"Ah? Wind and cold?" Xing'er suddenly woke up, ran to the bed and stretched out her hand to check. It was indeed very hot: "It's really wind and cold. It must be because the lady hasn't had a good rest in the past few days."
Feng Jueyu said: "So, hurry up and call the doctor. When you go out, close the door downstairs to prevent the wind from blowing in. Go outside and tell your servants to make a bowl of ginger soup and bring it over..."
As Feng Jueyu spoke, he walked to the window and closed it. He was overwhelmed with all the considerations. For a moment, the master and servant looked at each other as if they didn't recognize him.
Feng Jueyu turned around and saw Xing'er still standing by the bed, frowning slightly: "Why are you still standing there? Go quickly?"
Xing'er woke up with a start, glanced at Shangguan Ruomeng meaningfully, pursed her lips and said happily, "Yes, uncle."
After saying that, Xing'er blinked at Shangguan Ruomeng and whispered: "My uncle is so considerate."
"Go, you ghost girl." Shangguan Ruomeng was wrapped in a quilt and spat angrily. Then he glanced at Feng Jueyu a few more times with his face flushed, and his heart felt as sweet as if he had eaten two cans of honey.
At this time, Feng Jueyu came over from the cabinet holding two sets of quilts, spread them out on the bed, and covered Shangguan Ruomeng's body layer by layer.
"What?"
"Put the quilt on more to help you sweat. It will heal quickly." As he spoke, the quilt was covered. Feng Jueyu reached out and took off the towel and touched it. It was still very hot. He turned the towel over and put it on again. He said to Shangguan Ruo
Meng said: "I'll change the water in the basin, and you can lie down here."
If things were just as usual, it would be impossible for Miss Shangguan to lie down on a man's bed obediently. But today, she was a bit eccentric and did not refuse. Instead, she looked at Feng Jueyu's back and blurted out: "You...you
come back quickly."
Her voice was very soft, like a newly married young daughter-in-law who had not yet tasted the forbidden fruit. Especially after she finished speaking, she subconsciously grabbed the quilt to cover her face, leaving only her eyes outside the quilt to look at Feng Jueyu with a look of reluctance...
…
Feng Jueyu, who was holding the basin, paused, turned around, and looked at Shangguan Ruomeng for a while, with a sunny smile on his lips: "Don't worry, it will be soon."
A note to readers:
ps: I’m going to bed... I’ll write again when I come back tonight.