Perhaps the look in her eyes was too confused and apprehensive, revealing a bit of pity for no reason, Jun Moying's thin lips pursed lightly, and walked towards her, but she stood in front of her but didn't know how to speak.

Now it was very close, and Feng Qian finally saw the color of his eyes that had just been skewed by light and shadow.

It's very light and complicated.

"What's wrong?" Feng Qian still tugged at the corners of his mouth, although he smiled a little reluctantly.

Jun Moying's heart was full of husks, he didn't like to see her cautious appearance, even if he knew that it was because of his own inexplicable feelings, he still couldn't help the weird feeling of suffocation.

Everything happened with his permission, was there anything between her and Yun Luo, how could he not know?

But Yun Luo didn't know anything about her.

Maybe something, maybe nothing, such an unknown actually made him feel a little frightened, far more unhappy than when he knew that Nangong Che liked her, is this the so-called gain and loss?

No, there is one thing that is not within the scope of his permission.

Or rather, he didn't even know that something like that had ever happened!

Her eyes condensed slightly, Jun Moying suddenly took out the silk silk from her sleeve, and the range of movement was so large that Feng Qian's eyelashes trembled involuntarily, and for a moment, she even suspected that this man was planning to smash something directly on her face.

But after all, no, good cultivation made it impossible for him to do such a thing.

"What do you think this is?"

The man pinched the corner of the silk between his fingers, and his slender fingers looked better in the sun.

Feng Qian moved her gaze to the thing in his hand, the draping feeling of the silk silk made her unable to see what was painted on it, her palm clenched, she bit her lip slightly, stretched out her hand and took the silk over,

Flattened, a big silk, that's why you can draw so much and write so many things on it, right?

There are Yunluo who diagnoses her pulse, there are their conversations, and there are many words that "explain" the relationship between them.

Feng Qian didn't know if he should be happy, the person who painted this painting didn't know about Yun Luo's needle on her at the beginning, otherwise even the scene of her bare arms would have to be painted together, right? Maybe it could have been a little more sensational.

Suddenly, Feng Qian's pupils shrank, and his heartbeat seemed to have missed a beat. Her sunset water was rescued by Yun Luo......

Jun Moying obviously noticed the change in her expression, "See? His tone was filled with anger mixed with mocking coolness, "If I expected it to be true, this is the day Nangong Che left the palace?" ”

After thinking about it, there is only this possibility, and he will always know that something happened to her on weekdays.

This little thing that should have been beaten told him that he was not feeling well, but he fell into the pool and was saved by Yunluo!

"En......" Feng Qian lowered his head, his head seemed to hang down to the ground, "It seems to be ......"

It seems like?

Jun Moying was almost laughed at by her, "Yanze, you don't remember what day it was?" ”

"No, it seems to be that day......" Feng Qian muttered quietly.

Who killed a thousand knives and even knew about her falling into the water?

Yun Qiansu?

No! Feng Qian quickly denied this speculation, if it was something else, it was still possible, but involving Yun Luo to slander her was definitely not within Yun Qiansu's range. I'm afraid that the woman is even angrier than she is now.

(Enlightenment Book Network)