Fu Ling just glanced at him when she came up, then quickly looked away and packed her things.
The attention was not on him at all, but Feng Qiming himself said this after passing by Mu Lin.
My inner activities have become richer, and I have begun to recall some of my behavior that was different from usual during this period.
These are all related to one person. He glanced at the person next to him, as if he thought of something, and instantly felt his whole body getting warm.
Fu Ling was completely unaware of the abnormality of the person next to her and was minding her own business.
Feng Qiming glanced at Poria several times, and then quickly looked away. Some different emotions sprouted in his heart quickly after being confirmed.
After spending so many days together, he fell in love with a person whose origins were unknown and he did not know whether he was an enemy or a friend.
But there was always a voice in his heart telling him that even if she had a purpose, she would never be his enemy.
No matter how hard Fu Ling ignored the other person's eyes, she still couldn't ignore them after so many times. She raised her head and looked at him: "Your Highness, do you have something to say to me that is not easy to say?"
"Ah?" The moment Feng Qiming met her eyes, he was a little flustered. He even stuttered when he spoke: "No, no."
Poria was puzzled, but she didn't ask.
The atmosphere continued to be weird until the evening. Fu Ling got out of the carriage and moved around for a while. She still felt comfortable riding a horse, but it was too suffocating to be in the carriage.
Feng Qiming held the barbecue in his hand and looked at Poria's back, melancholy on the spot, wondering whether he should step forward.
Mulin watched from the side, and a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes: "Your Highness, take it over quickly, the barbecue will not taste good when it is cold."
Forgive him, as a subordinate, he can only do this.
Feng Qiming took the barbecue and walked towards Fuling without knowing whether he listened to Mu Lin's words.
"Gu Gu Fu Ling," he just raised the barbecue, but before he finished speaking, he saw Fu Ling's expression change and she pounced on him.
An arrow hit the tree behind where the two were standing just now.
"There is an assassin." The people next to them reacted immediately, pulled out their knives and ran towards the two of them, surrounding them.ωωw..net
Fu Ling pounced directly on Feng Qiming. Because he was facing up, he turned into a flesh pad when he pounced.
His whole body just stiffened because he felt a warm touch on his neck.
Even at such a critical moment, Feng Qiming still turned red from his neck to the tips of his ears.
Poria didn't have the extra energy to notice this, so she endured the pain in her wrist and climbed up quickly.
Looking around cautiously, he stood in front of Feng Qiming.
Mulin looked around vigilantly, looking at the direction where the arrow was coming from, and raised the knife in his hand.
Only the sound of a sharp sword cutting through the sky was heard, and another arrow was shot from the previous position.
Mulin caught it this time and looked at the other person with fierce eyes: "Who is it?"
No one responded, and countless arrows followed.
Many people surrounding the two people were hit by arrows, and the scene became tense instantly.
Feng Qiming subconsciously blocked Poria behind him, and an arrow passed by his ear and shot directly.
Fu Ling quickly pulled him behind her and pulled out the soft sword hidden at her waist: "Don't be brave at this time."
After saying that, he stepped forward and blocked the flying arrows together with Mulin.
A group of people struggled to deal with it, and Feng Qiming also picked up the sword of the dead soldier and started to resist together.
Those arrows only came from one direction at first, and soon extended from one direction to all directions.
All around you are the screams of soldiers being shot by arrows.