The palace people were frightened, and they all shrunk their necks and hid in the corners tremblingly. As soon as she heard her words, she immediately rushed out, and in a blink of an eye, only Feng Feiyi, Jun Moyan, and Su Yitong were left in the courtyard.

Su Yitong shouted violently at the top of his throat: "Where's the knife? ”

His eyebrows jumped, Jun Mo waved his sword for a moment, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Su Yitong and said, "Yitong, come and help." ”

"Yitong is also your name?" With a cold snort, Feng Feiyi flicked his sleeve robe, raised his hand and struck towards Jun Moyan's heart.

"What does it have to do with you?"

In this flash of light, Jun Moyan's eyebrows suddenly sank, the long sword in his hand turned, blocked in front of him, and said word by word: "Besides, Your Majesty and I grew up together, it is a childhood friendship, which is something that you can understand as an outsider." ”

"Boom ......"

As soon as his words fell, there was a crisp sword sound.

The long sword in Jun Moyan's hand suddenly broke in two, and with a sonorous sound, it fell to the ground.

"You ......" pupils shrank, Jun Moyan was forced to take a few steps back, and when he stood firm, there was only the hilt of the sword left in his hand.

What a strong internal force!

Squinting his eyes, Jun Moyan looked at the fragments of the long sword that had fallen to the ground and had been broken into several pieces, and couldn't help pursing his lips, looked at Feng Feiyi and said, "You forced me." ”

As he spoke, he gritted his teeth, turned his internal force to his right hand, formed a fist with his five fingers, raised his hand, burst into a shout, and hit Feng Feiyi's face again.

The strong internal force was wrapped in the whirring wind, raising the dust in the courtyard, like flying sand and stones, with an awe-inspiring momentum approaching the face door of the wind flying wings.

However, Feng Feiyi only glanced at him lightly, and his figure flickered, and he was ten steps away in an instant.

"Boom".

Jun Moyan's fist slammed into the air, and the fist wind hit the open space where Feng Feiyi was standing just now, and suddenly the mud and stones splashed, and a fist-sized hole appeared there.

It's real!

Su Yitong was stunned on the side, half-opened his mouth, and muttered to himself for a long time: "I'll go, you two are too good!" ”

Subconsciously shuddered, Su Yitong hurriedly ran over to block Jun Moyan, who was still about to make a move, and said angrily: "Jun Moyan, are you sick in the brain?" ”

"Yitong?" After a pause, Jun Moyan slowly lowered his fists, hid his hands behind his back, looked at Su Yitong and said aggrievedly: "You are unreasonable." ”

"I ......" tugged at the corners of his mouth, Su Yitong held back the unhappiness in his heart, and asked calmly: "Where am I unreasonable?" ”

"It's just unreasonable...... Jun Moyan pointed to Feng Feiyi, who was expressionless and retreated to the side, and complained: "You didn't even ask me why I fought him." ”

With his hands on his hips, Su Yitong gritted his teeth and asked, "Then tell me, why did you beat him?" ”

"It's not ...... yet," Jun Moyan's voice mentioned, and when he was about to tell the story, he met Feng Feiyi's eyes that seemed to be smiling.

His voice was hoarse, he quickly lowered his eyes, lowered his voice, and said with a look of embarrassment: "He...... He ......"

The look of wanting to refuse and welcome, Su Yitong almost thought that Jun Moyan had a leg in the wings. However, looking at the tense atmosphere of these two people, it is obvious that she is thinking too much.

Glancing at Feng Feiyi from the corner of his eye, Su Yitong tried to keep his composure and said, "What's wrong with him?" ”

"He ......" Jun Mo glared at Feng Feiyi, and after thinking about it again, he said hatefully: "He crawls your bed." ”

made a fist clenching posture, Jun Mo gritted his teeth with hatred, "I haven't even crawled through your bed, I was preempted by him, do you think he should fight?" ”

"What?" As soon as he said this, Su Yitong's eyes widened suddenly, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at Feng Feiyi, swallowed his saliva, and asked word by word: "What he said is true?" ”

"Hmm." Feng Feiyi nodded, not paying much attention, "Is there anything wrong?" ”

Isn't it nonsense to ask? In broad daylight, so many people saw her sleeping with him, didn't that confirm the rumors that she had broken sleeves?

"You ......" The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Su Yitong secretly grinded his teeth and said, "Die." ”

With that, she rolled up her sleeves and waved her little fist and decided to go into battle herself.

However, before she could reach the placket of Feng Feiyi's clothes, she felt her feet stumble, her legs trembled, and she fell straight forward.

I'm going to die! I'm going to die!

With a secret scolding, Su Yitong closed his eyes in despair.

"Yitong, be careful."

Just when Su Yitong thought that he would fall into the mud, he suddenly felt a tightness on his waist, his body was dragged up, and he instantly fell into a warm and generous embrace.

The unique crisp aura on the man's body instantly enveloped Su Yitong, and she blinked, only to feel that her mind was blank.

Jun Mo ran over in three steps and two steps, pushed away the wind wings, and said angrily: "You stay away from her." ”

However, his move not only did not separate Su Yitong and Feng Feiyi, but made the big hand holding Su Yitong's waist tighter.

Pursing his lips in displeasure, Feng Feiyi glared at Jun Mo coldly, and suddenly shouted, "Get out." ”

"Why?" Unconvinced, he glared back, Jun Moyan stubbornly grabbed Su Yitong's arm, and said with a red face: "She is mine." ”

"She belongs to the king." I don't know why, Feng Feiyi, who was originally disdainful of Jun Moyan's attitude, was very unhappy when he saw Jun Moyan's eyes staring directly at Su Yitong.

"You ......"

Regarding the verbal dispute between the two of them, Su Yitong seemed to be unconscious, only staring at Feng Feiyi's face with her charming peach blossom eyes open. It seems that I am crazy and fascinated. Saliva also trickles out from the corners of his mouth from time to time.

"Yitong." With nowhere to find reason, Jun Moyan had to look at Su Yitong for help, however, it was just that glance that made him feel like falling into an ice cave.

The starry eyes darkened, Jun Moyan slowly withdrew his hand, lowered his head, and called softly: "Yitong ......" called out, no one answered, he called again: "Yitong ......"

What should I do, his Yitong, it seems that he likes someone else!

but they were unaware of his joy.

As the hours passed, Jun Moyan only felt that his heart was sinking little by little.

Just when he thought that Su Yitong would not react, the little head that was buried in Feng Feiyi's arms and quietly raised moved.

Su Yitong raised his sleeve and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, embarrassedly showed a mouthful of white teeth, and grinned: "Well, you called me?" ”

The sluggishness made Jun Moyan feel inexplicably bitter.

Pursing his lips, he forced a smile and said, "Yitong, he ......"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Su Yitong grabbed a strand of long hair hanging down from Feng Feiyi's chest in his gradually stunned sight, and dragged it hard: "Uncle, let you climb Lao Tzu's bed again in the middle of the night, Lao Tzu will make you a bald donkey today." ”

"Su Yitong ......" Feng Feiyi shouted with a cold face: "Let go." ”

"You say let it go, Lao Tzu has no face." Su Yitong said angrily.

As she spoke, she turned her head and shouted, "Someone." ”

"Your Majesty."

The palace people who were guarding outside poked their heads into the courtyard, but they didn't dare to walk in.

"Go find me a rope." Pulling Feng Feiyi's hair and walking into the hall, halfway through, Su Yitong suddenly remembered the unsightly Yihe Hall that was smashed by Feng Feiyi and Jun Mo, and his heart couldn't help but be on fire, and even the strength in his hand was a little heavier.

Seeing that Feng Feiyi was unlucky so soon, Jun Moyan, who was happy to watch the show, brought tables, chairs and benches for Su Yitong to sit on. While busy, he didn't forget to raise his eyebrows proudly at Feng Feiyi, who had a broken face.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Feng Feiyi hooked his lips slightly: "Your Majesty, you have to think about it, if this king really has three long and two short, I'm afraid it will be Your Majesty'......"

Speaking of this, he deliberately paused, looked at Su Yitong and said, "I'm going to be widowed!" ”

It's time to be widowed!

With just four words, Su Yitong's blood and qi were surging in his brain again, and a nameless evil fire in his heart rushed straight to the top of his head.

This girl is more shameless every time.

Taking the rope handed over by the palace people, Su Yitong glanced at Jun Moyan, who bared his teeth and grinned on the side, and said with a cheerful smile: "What are you still doing in a daze, come and help." ”

"Help?" Jun Mo was startled at first when he heard this, and then quickly reacted, and began to compare with the rope. "Yitong, you say, where do you want me to tie up?"

"This ...... This ......" Su Yitong dragged Feng Feiyi's hair with one hand, and commanded Jun Moyan how to tie people up with the other.

After a while, Feng Feiyi was tied up and thrown to the ground by Jun Mo.

"Let you climb into my Yitong's bed again, you deserve it." Raising his lips proudly, Jun Mo shouted loudly: "What about the knife that Your Majesty asked you to take?" ”

Looking at this posture, it seems that the regent's five horses are going to be divided.

The palace people who peeked outside turned pale with fright, their mouths trembled, and they stumbled and trotted to move the rescuers.

The knives were soon delivered.

Su Yitong waved the kitchen knife and gestured a few times on Feng Feiyi's face, and when he saw Jun Moyan still standing there and laughing stupidly, he immediately frowned and said, "Don't be too happy, Lao Tzu's account hasn't been settled with you yet!" ”

Accounts?

His body stiffened, and the smugness on Jun Moyan's face faded instantly, and he looked at Su Yitong and said, "Hehe....... Yitong ...... What kind of account do you have with me? I didn't do anything to be sorry for you! ”

"Really?" With a sneer, Su Yitong looked at him and said in a weird manner: "Don't pretend to be pitiful to Lao Tzu, tell you, if you two don't clean up the Jardine Hall for Lao Tzu today, don't even think about leaving." ”

Taking advantage of the fact that Feng Feiyi couldn't move, Su Yitong kicked his legs, pretending to kick Feng Feiyi's ass twice inadvertently, and said as if relieved: "Let you take advantage of Lao Tzu, see if Lao Tzu doesn't kill you." ”

The movement of the Jardine Hall was too loud, and the palace people were afraid that the regent would blame them in the future, so they consciously looked for people everywhere to save the scene.

As more and more people were searching, the news of the regent climbing the dragon bed in the middle of the night spread more and more......

Yun Qing, who was hiding on the wall and peeking, watched his master being punched and kicked by Su Yitong, and couldn't help but cry bitterly: "It's over, it's over, I have to peel off my skin if I don't die this time......"

Having no love, he glanced at his own master who was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, Yun Qing only felt that his eyes were dark, and his body shook, and the whole person fell to the ground......