In midsummer, the heat is unbearable, the trees within sight are motionless, and the cicadas' cries on the trees are even more irritating.
"It's too hot." Jiao Xiaoliu sat lifelessly on the highest pavilion in the Seventh Prince's Mansion, "It's so stuffy, is it going to rain?"
Feng Qianchen carefully cut the fruit on the plate into small pieces and handed it to Jiao Xiaoliu's mouth, "It should be, it's too boring."
"Aren't you hot?" Jiao Xiaoliu slowly chewed the fruit Feng Qianchen fed him, watching with great admiration that Feng Qianchen still wrapped himself in a robe in this weather, and put the food in his mouth
Swallowing the fruit, "I'll heat it up for you."
"I'm not hot, and the internal skills and mental skills I practice are cold." Feng Qianchen explained patiently.
"Then I haven't seen how cold you are in winter?" Jiao Xiaoliu recalled every moment of being with Feng Qianchen. In winter, he seemed to just wear a robe and a cloak.
"..." Feng Qianchen shook his head, "Your internal strength is not bad, but you can't resist the heat and cold?"
Jiao Xiaoliu approached Feng Qianchen with interest, "How to resist? I always thought that internal strength was used to increase critical strikes and lethality."
Feng Qianchen looked at Jiao Xiaoliu funny, "Who told you?"
"The TV dramas we have there are all...acted like that." Jiao Xiaoliu said without confidence.
Feng Qianchen held his forehead speechlessly, "Okay, I will teach you when the child is born."
"Teach me now." Jiao Xiaoliu shook Feng Qianchen's arm.
Feng Qianchen handed the fruit in his hand to Jiao Xiaoliu's mouth, "You are pregnant now, so you can't."
Feng Qianchen touched his chin, pressed Jiao Xiaoliu's back with his palm, and slowly gave her a burst of energy. Jiao Xiaoliu suddenly felt refreshed, raised his eyebrows, and said excitedly, "It's so magical.
.”
Feng Qianchen smiled and said, "Are you comfortable?"
"Yes," Jiao Xiaoliu said with a satisfied look on his face, his eyes curled into crescent moons.
Feng Qianchen was about to speak, but Bu Qingyun came running all the way, "I'm here to see you, Your Majesty."
Feng Qianchen raised his hand to signal Bu Qingyun to excuse himself, and asked straight to the point, "Well, what did you find?"
Bu Qingyun took a deep breath and spit out a name, "Zhuoran!"
"So it's him," Feng Qianchen smiled disdainfully, "Where's Can Le?"
Bu Qingyun looked stern and suddenly knelt down, "This subordinate deserves to die! Please punish me..."
Feng Qianchen stared at Ren Canngle who was kneeling on the ground without saying a word, waiting for Bu Qingyun's next words.
Bu Qingyun noticed Feng Qianchen's probing gaze, "My subordinates are smart and want to capture Zhuo Ran alive to make the princess angry, but they don't expect that all of us are no match for him. Cang Le, he was captured by Zhuo Ran in order to save his subordinates...
"Bu Qingyun finished speaking in one breath, but became a little choked after speaking, "Miss Qingyao was also arrested..."
"Tell me the important point!" Jiao Xiaoliu interrupted Bu Qingyun softly.
Bu Qingyun swallowed his saliva, "Zhuoran said, if you want Can Le and Miss Qingyao to survive, just..."
"Just what?" Feng Qianchen was suddenly surrounded by a chilling air.
"Let the princess hand over the 'wind-cutting sword'." Bu Qingyun took a breath of cold air and buried his head lower.
The sky in June is so baby-faced that it can change at any time. It was cloudless just now, but soon it was covered with dark clouds. In the middle of summer, the heat is unbearable, and the trees within sight are motionless, and the cry of cicadas on the trees is even more disturbing.
Extremely restless.
"It's too hot." Jiao Xiaoliu sat lifelessly on the highest pavilion in the Seventh Prince's Mansion, "It's so stuffy, is it going to rain?"
Feng Qianchen carefully cut the fruit on the plate into small pieces and handed it to Jiao Xiaoliu's mouth, "It should be, it's too boring."
"Aren't you hot?" Jiao Xiaoliu slowly chewed the fruit Feng Qianchen fed him, watching with great admiration that Feng Qianchen still wrapped himself in a robe in this weather, and put the food in his mouth
Swallowing the fruit, "I'll heat it up for you."
"I'm not hot, and the internal skills and mental skills I practice are cold." Feng Qianchen explained patiently.
"Then I haven't seen how cold you are in winter?" Jiao Xiaoliu recalled every moment of being with Feng Qianchen. In winter, he seemed to just wear a robe and a cloak.
"..." Feng Qianchen shook his head, "Your internal strength is not bad, but you can't resist the heat and cold?"
Jiao Xiaoliu approached Feng Qianchen with interest, "How to resist? I always thought that internal strength was used to increase critical strikes and lethality."
Feng Qianchen looked at Jiao Xiaoliu funny, "Who told you?"
"The TV dramas we have there are all...acted like that." Jiao Xiaoliu said without confidence.
Feng Qianchen held his forehead speechlessly, "Okay, I will teach you when the child is born."
"Teach me now." Jiao Xiaoliu shook Feng Qianchen's arm.
Feng Qianchen handed the fruit in his hand to Jiao Xiaoliu's mouth, "You are pregnant now, so you can't."
Feng Qianchen touched his chin, pressed Jiao Xiaoliu's back with his palm, and slowly gave her a burst of energy. Jiao Xiaoliu suddenly felt refreshed, raised his eyebrows, and said excitedly, "It's so magical.
.”
Feng Qianchen smiled and said, "Are you comfortable?"
"Yes," Jiao Xiaoliu said with a satisfied look on his face, his eyes curled into crescent moons.
Feng Qianchen was about to speak, but Bu Qingyun came running all the way, "I'm here to see you, Your Majesty."
Feng Qianchen raised his hand to signal Bu Qingyun to excuse himself, and asked straight to the point, "Well, what did you find?"
Bu Qingyun took a deep breath and spit out a name, "Zhuoran!"
"So it's him," Feng Qianchen smiled disdainfully, "Where's Can Le?"
Bu Qingyun looked stern and suddenly knelt down, "This subordinate deserves to die! Please punish me..."
Feng Qianchen stared at Ren Canngle who was kneeling on the ground without saying a word, waiting for Bu Qingyun's next words.
Bu Qingyun noticed Feng Qianchen's probing gaze, "My subordinates are smart and want to capture Zhuo Ran alive to make the princess angry, but they don't expect that all of us are no match for him. Cang Le, he was captured by Zhuo Ran in order to save his subordinates...
"Bu Qingyun finished speaking in one breath, but became a little choked after speaking, "Miss Qingyao was also arrested..."
"Tell me the important point!" Jiao Xiaoliu interrupted Bu Qingyun softly.
Bu Qingyun swallowed his saliva, "Zhuoran said, if you want Can Le and Miss Qingyao to survive, just..."
"Just what?" Feng Qianchen was suddenly surrounded by a chilling air.
"Let the princess hand over the 'wind-cutting sword'." Bu Qingyun took a breath of cold air and buried his head lower.
It's a baby-faced day in June, and it can change at any time. It was cloudless just a moment ago, but soon it was covered with dark clouds.
