The moment he heard his voice ringing in his ears, Feng Qian's eyelashes twitched.

Maybe I've never seen her so vicious, so I can't accept it?

Wu Zi curled her lips and smiled, Feng Qian didn't look at him, anyway, it was already like this, even if she wanted to pretend now, she couldn't pretend.

Feng Aya seemed to see a savior, only when the man opened his mouth because he felt sorry for her and was reluctant to her, so the crying that had gradually stopped sounded again, and there was even a tendency to intensify.

"Sister, you and I are sisters, how can you say this about me? Even if I like Majesty, even if you think I'm cheap, you can't throw my heart on the ground and trample on it! ”

"I'm just trampling, what are you going to do with me?"

Feng Qian changed to a more comfortable posture and half-squatted in front of her, staring at her condescendingly, and the already full momentum became more and more difficult to approach under the backdrop of her cold expression.

"If you have the ability to run to me here to spread the wilderness while I'm away, why can't you hold your head high and tell me when you see me that you just want to rob people?"

"Sister...... Feng Aya muttered, and suddenly grabbed Feng Qian's hand, "Sister, you don't want to be like this." If you feel that I have hurt you, then I apologize, and I am willing to forgive me for the mistakes I have made. I ......"

"How are you?" Feng Qian's eyebrows were raised, and she glanced down at her holding her hand, "Get out of my sight now?" ”

Feng Aya choked again.

She didn't doubt it at all, if it was someone else, it would be fine, but if it was Feng Qian, she would definitely let her go without hesitation.

So she didn't dare to nod, so she could only look at the man on the side for help, trying to get him to help her.

The eyes shining with water were pitiful, Feng Aya just looked up at the man like this, "Your Majesty ......" murmured, wanting to speak, with countless softness, gentleness, sadness and pity.

Feng Qian frowned in disgust and wanted to pull out her hand, but Feng Aya just held on tightly to her and refused to let go.

"Let it go!" Feng Qian glared at her coldly.

"Unless my sister forgives me, I won't let go!"

Feng Aya has made up her mind to pretend to be in front of Jun Moying to the end, all men like poor and delicate little women, even emperors are no exception.

Now Feng Qian is like a crazy woman in front of Her Majesty, and even ignoring Her Majesty's voice when she stopped drinking her will definitely make Her Majesty dissatisfied. As long as I can continue to pretend, My Majesty will definitely be on my side!

Thinking like this, Feng Aya's hand grasped more and more tightly, and even ignored the sharp nails that scratched Feng Qian.

"I repeat, let go." Feng Qian's eyebrows jumped wildly and he took a deep breath.

"No—!"

As soon as a word came out, Feng Qian's other hand suddenly rose and fell, and with a "snap", he directly gave her a slap.

Feng Aya's eyes widened, looking at her in disbelief, and the hand that had been clenched a moment ago was released.

Feng Qian withdrew his hand, straightened his skirt, and stood up, "I warned you a long time ago, let it go." It's you who have to challenge my patience, no wonder I. ”

Feng Aya reacted from the initial stunned, and cried out with a "wow", "Sister, how can you do this to me?" I just want your approval, why are you hitting me? ”

She changed her sitting to kneeling, crawled in front of Jun Moying, and clutched his ink-colored robe, "Your Majesty xià......"