Thinking of the way this man looked every time he was jealous, Feng Qian felt both cute and funny. Of course, all these acceptable feelings have to be excluded from this man's deeds of beasts!

She didn't want to do nothing, just because Nangong Che was coming, she couldn't get out of bed because she was "exercised".

Jun Moying was eating slowly, and when she heard the words, she almost didn't choke.

After taking a sip of tea, I barely recovered.

This little thing, now I really dare to say anything!

glanced at her coldly, Jun Moying seemed to smile: "Isn't it shallow that the vinegar strength is relatively large?" ”

"What a joke!" Feng Qian's eyes widened, and he put down the chopsticks in his hand with dissatisfaction.

"Who do you say is jealous?"

"Are you kidding? Who refused to eat for the sake of Concubine Xi when he was on the southern tour? Who is it that fights against the crowd, pointing to a group of women and saying, "This is my man alone?" Who was it that after I went to Huazhang Palace, I was so angry that I didn't talk to me for so long? ”

When he said this, the man's slow tone did seem to be laughing at her, but the pair of secretive phoenix eyes condensed a faint tenderness and pampering, and the veins flowed, as if there was a continuous affection to infiltrate her whole person.

Feng Qian's little face suddenly turned red.

"Jun Moying, you bastard!"

This guy is so shameless, take out this kind of thing and talk about it!

"I'm not an asshole." The man hooked his lips without the slightest consciousness, scooped her into his arms, and said softly: "As long as I am shallow alone, there will be no one else." ”

“…… Why are you pulling away from the topic. She looked away, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and she muttered quietly.

Jun Moying stopped talking, the smile in her eyes was deeper and softer, touching her little head, as if it was some interesting thing, playing carefully.

******

These days, when you go out, you don't have to go to court early, and it's rare to steal half a day of leisure.

Jun Moying still woke up at that hour in the morning, but he didn't get up, so he hugged the little person in his arms like this, and waited until she woke up, and the two of them got up together, washed up and had breakfast.

After lunch, when there is time, he will take Feng Qian to ride a horse, Jun Moying is afraid of riding her, and usually rides very slowly, unless Feng Qian has a special request, such as "riding a horse and galloping" and other strange mentions - but even at this time, it will not be as fast as when he is alone.

Sometimes Feng Qian would snatch the reins in his hand, and Jun Moying was also up to her, just protecting her behind her back.

The days passed peacefully and warmly for three days.

It's night.

The back of a camp tent not far from the main tent was quiet, and the soldiers patrolling were usually in the direction of the front, and few people passed by here.

Mo Shaoyuan took a note from the pigeon's leg, swept around indifferently, and released the pigeon in his hand.

He didn't open the note directly, but squeezed it tightly in the palm of his hand, and it wasn't until he returned to the tent that he opened it little by little under the shadow of the lamp.

There was only one word written on it, but Mo Shaoyuan's face changed immediately, and his whole face showed a mixture of anger and disappointment.

He suddenly felt that his paranoia for so long had become a joke.

Just because he's loyal doesn't mean he's stupid.

Especially at this moment, after he learned the truth, he suddenly had a sense of cowardice that wanted to retreat far away.

"How Bearable You ......"