Jun Moying's face darkened a little, "When did I get upset?" ”

Don't admit it yet!

Feng Qian pursed her lips, but her smile shone like a flower, her waist was a little itchy by him, she struggled for a while, and said, "Just now in the Zhenghe Palace, when I said I was leaving, didn't you glared at me?" ”

Jun Moying glanced at her movements, the big palm that fell on her waist moved again, rubbed her gently, and her low voice flowed in her ears with the breeze, "After coming out for so long, are you tired of walking?" Do you want me to take you back? ”

As he spoke, his warm and saliva breath rushed to the door.

As the saying goes, if you don't get drunk, everyone gets drunk, but Feng Qian always feels that only this man has the ability to make her drunk.

She stared at him with wide eyes for a moment, her delicate eyebrows suddenly twisted, and she held his troubled hand, "I'm so itchy, don't rub me." Jun Moying, you are a bad embryo, you will tear away the topic, and you will use beautiful men! ”

"I didn't get away from the topic, I just didn't want you to go." The tone was as natural as a broken jar, Jun Moying stared at her obliquely, and the corners of her lips arced, "You are like this, how can I rest assured that you are going alone?" ”

In Feng Qian's angry and annoyed eyes, he suddenly leaned over and leaned close to her ear, "But according to Qianqian's reaction just now, my beautiful man's plan seems to have worked." ”

Feng Qian's already blushing face suddenly became even more exciting, and he glared at him with shame and annoyance, but to no avail.

Jun Moying chuckled happily and kissed her earlobe, "Be obedient, I'll take you back, huh?" ”

When Feng Qian was picked up by him, his hand was raised, instinctively hooked his neck, and leaned his face on his chest.

"The Emperor's ......"

Jun Moying was stunned by her sudden title, and a trace of surprise flashed obviously.

When she was sure that she didn't call him that because she was upset, she breathed a sigh of relief, "What? ”

"You say I'm suddenly so happy, is it because the past ten years are too unfortunate?"

Jun Moying frowned.

"Shallow ......"

Feng Qian didn't wait for him to say anything, so he interrupted him with a smile: "Forget it, you definitely don't know." In the past ten years, you have been busy with your national affairs, where can you have the leisure time to know me? There was a hint of pleasure in her voice, but it was just against his chest, but her eyes slowly closed.

"Anyway, I must have done a lot of good things in my previous life to meet you."

The tone in his arms slowly lowered, and Jun Moying glanced down at her, only to find that she seemed to be suddenly tired and fell asleep.

didn't care, Wu Zi whispered: "It's a pity that I haven't met you in the past ten years." It's a pity that you didn't pay attention to you the year you entered the palace. But there are still decades to come, and I will be there for you, don't be afraid ......"

Jun Moying didn't expect to hear her answer, and Feng Qian really didn't speak.

It's just that she seems to be asleep, but after he finished saying this, the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

Dongyang only hid to the side when he saw Nangong Che come forward to talk to Feng Qian just now, and now he saw the emperor coming, so he didn't step forward. From beginning to end, as a bystander, she saw everything clearly.

She also knew the promise made by the prince of Nangong to the master that day, but thinking about it today, the master seems to be more suitable to follow the emperor.

Anyway, at least the master smiled happily.