People like Feng Yexuan get the wind when they want it, and they get the rain when they want it.
Even if you have a good match, the other party still wants her Majesty the Queen of Longteng Kingdom who has good looks and status.
I heard that they had gone through ups and downs in the past, and the people were still talking about those deeds that were not only romantic but also bloody.
It can be seen how profound the two people’s experiences are and how deep their feelings are!
He has everything, what is he missing?
But now seeing Feng Yexuan holding his forehead and resting with his eyes closed, Xiaoyao's heart softened inexplicably.
It seems...a little pity.
Could such a powerful person really be vulnerable?
She made chrysanthemum tea and looked at him again.
"My lord, your voice seems to be getting better. Can I get you some more medicine?"
Feng Yexuan didn't speak, and still had his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.
Xiaoyao thought to herself and said: "The medicine is a bit bitter, and the chrysanthemum itself is also a bit bitter, so the taste may not be that good."
He still didn't speak.
Xiaoyao poured a glass and pushed it in front of him.
Seeing that he didn't respond at all, she had no choice but to put the cup down and was about to say something.
Unexpectedly, Feng Yexuan suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"Your Majesty!" Xiaoyao frowned and immediately wanted to struggle.
He just held it casually, but with such force, Xiaoyao couldn't break free at all.
"Are you Jian Wuying's disciple?"
Xiaoyao was stunned, Jian Wuying, this name was still very unfamiliar to her.
But she knew in her heart that it was another name of Master.
"I got the wrong person." She laughed dryly.
Feng Yexuan's eyes darkened: "In your eyes, this king is such an easy person to fool?"
"No!" He quickly explained, for fear of making him angry again and causing trouble for himself.
Xiaoyao thought for a moment before nodding: "Yes, he is my master, but he is a good man."
"How many people have he killed and how many blood stains have been stained on his hands?"
Feng Yexuan snorted coldly, looking at her unconvinced face with indifferent eyes: "You said he is a good person?"
Xiaoyao stared at him with a look of unwillingness.
Of course Master is a good person!
If it hadn't been for her master, she wouldn't be alive today.
Master not only saved her life, but also took care of her and even gave her the best food when he had no money!
Even if in the eyes of everyone in the world, Master is a bad person, to her, Master is the best person in the world!
"Your Majesty," Xiaoyao's eyes also darkened, with the same disdain on his face:
"Have the hands of the prince killed fewer people than my master? The hands of the prince have been stained with more blood than my master..."
"When did I say that I am a good person?"
"You..." These words left Xiaoyao unable to refute.
He himself said that he was not a good person, so how could she still be sarcastic?
"But my master is a good person!"
"What did he give you to make you trust him so much?"
"He gave me life!" Xiaoyao said anxiously.
Feng Yexuan didn't know what he was thinking, but his star-like eyes shone with a strange luster.
"He gave you life?"
Jian Wuying has been wandering around the world for many years, and no one has ever seen a little girl beside him. He has always been a loner.
When did Xiaoyao become his disciple?
Feng Yexuan narrowed his eyes and stared at Xiaoyao's plain face: "In other words, it was Jian Wuying who saved you? When did he save you? Where did he save you?"
