After discussing some matters with Fu Ling, Feng Wu just finished washing, wiping his hair, and reached out to throw out a few silver needles.
The sound of silver needles piercing the air suddenly stopped. A slender hand stretched out and clamped the silver needles. In the silent night, he smiled softly: "My lady is so cautious."
Feng Wu withdrew his serious expression. He was surprised and frightened when he saw the sudden appearance of the person: "You came in secretly. You really think there are not many masters hiding in the dark in Fengguo."
Qin Yichuan dodged and came to Feng Wu's side. He gently took the handkerchief in his hand and wiped it for her.
The movements were gentle and light, and the smell changed with each rubbing. The hand holding the handkerchief unconsciously brushed Feng Wu's slender neck intentionally or unintentionally.
Her tone was soft and nostalgic: "Of course it's stealing love and beauty. Don't you think this is exciting, lady?"
Feng Wu gave him a direct elbow kick, rolled his eyes at him, and snatched the handkerchief back from his hand: "What nonsense are you talking about? If daddy finds out, you won't suffer the consequences."
Originally, Feng Wu wanted to increase Qin Yichuan's presence in front of Dongfang Zhi. After all, now that his mother is here, this matter will definitely be pushed over.
But to let her father know about such petty theft, he might have to take out his whip and stand guard at the door. It would be useless even if her mother came.
Qin Yichuan was not discouraged, nor was he discouraged. He followed Feng Wu with a warm look in his eyes.
Passing through Feng Wu's waist, he held her tightly in his arms and placed his chin firmly on her shoulders.
He turned his head and pecked lightly at the flower petals that he had just taken a shower with, and the hot breath sprayed on his white neck.
Feng Wu was annoyed by him and tilted his head: "Don't make trouble."
Qin Yichuan raised his head, his golden eyes revealed directly, revealing his ferocious look, as if he wanted to swallow Feng Wusheng: "Madam, I miss you here."
As he spoke, he clasped his fingers together and took Feng Wu's hand and slowly placed it on his chest, where his heart was beating violently: "Do you feel it? He beats so fast because he misses you."
Feng Wu was a little confused after being teased by Qin Yichuan.
"Madam, you and I are living and dying together. Naturally, I miss you dearly. If my father is to blame, then it will be my husband's responsibility alone." After Qin Yichuan finished speaking, he directly picked up Feng Wu and walked to the bed.
Under the dim moonlight, there were only two mandarin ducks holding each other's necks talking about their feelings. From far to near, from inside to outside, both sides were trying their best to endure, but they were also passionately releasing their feelings for each other.
miss.
"Your Highness, you haven't slept for three days and nights. Go and rest. If you continue like this, your body won't be able to bear it." Mulin looked at his master worriedly.
Feng Qiming's eyes were filled with tiredness, but he still shook his head: "It's really a headache. It seems that Feng Chuyi has really found the right path this time."
A way to temporarily restrain him. Thinking of this, Feng Qiming's elegant aura was swallowed up by the music that followed, and there was a deep chill in his tired eyes.
Mulin frowned, obviously understanding the current situation of the East Palace: "Then does your Highness have a solution? How about we go find the Queen?"
Feng Qiming had been fighting alone. The other princes had their mother's family doing their best to provide them with advice, but when they came to their master, they were fighting alone.