The autumn wind was blowing, Lin Mo gathered his clothes, and pushed Feng Yichen into the inner hall.

The cigarettes in the hall were curling, warm as spring, Lin Mo took a deep breath, and the smell of cold plum fragrance entered his nasal cavity, and Lin Mo's heart was much more comfortable.

In her previous life, as a special soldier, although she killed many people, she killed enemies, and never attacked the people she was familiar with.

Now, although she feels that Lin Lingxue deserves it, she is still a little uncomfortable.

Feng Yichen noticed that Lin Mo's face was wrong, and held her hand, "Mo Mo thinks that this king is cruel, compared to what Feng Yiling and Shuyi Guifei did to this king and this princess, this king is already very merciful." ”

"No, Ah Chen just did what he had to do." Lin Mo shook her head, but she didn't feel that Feng Yichen was cruel, on the contrary, she felt that everything Feng Yichen did was what should be done.

At all times, it is the strong who survive and the weak who are eaten away.

The law of the jungle is the usual way of survival in this era.

If she hadn't been desperate to protect her, or if she didn't know how to use the silver needle, then she would have died at the hands of the killer sent by Lin Lingxue a long time ago.

Nor is she a Virgin to sympathize with someone who has always wanted her to die.

She just felt a little bit about the cruelty of this society.

Emotion is something she has always liked, and it's just a matter of sorting out the indigestible things.

Feng Yichen put her hand to her lips and kissed it lightly, "It's good that Momo understands this king." ”

Lin Mo was just about to take a stool to sit opposite him, Feng Yichen suddenly had a force on his hand, pulled Lin Mo to sit on her lap, hugged her tightly in his arms, and said in a deep voice: "Mo Mo is interested in hearing how this king's leg is wasted?" Want to hear a story? ”

Lin Mo put his arms around his neck and buried his head in his neck, "I want to hear what the prince said." ”

Feng Yichen was silent for a moment, and a trace of coldness appeared on his lips, "The story starts with how this king was born." ”

It turned out that Feng Yichen's mother was the county lord of the western realm, and she was also the crown princess of the western realm at that time, and the relationship between the western realm and Xingyao was quite harmonious at that time.

At that time, the new emperor of Xingyao ascended the throne, and the prince of the western realm came to congratulate him with the future crown princess, but he didn't expect the old emperor to fall in love with the future crown princess of the western realm at first sight. After that, all kinds of dead skin and face-saving pursuits were forcibly occupied after a drunken time.

The prince of the west and Feng Yichen's mother were childhood sweethearts, and Feng Yichen's mother didn't dare to tell the prince of the west about this, so she told him that she was empathetic and don't fall in love.

When the prince of the Western Realm was heartbroken, he disgruntled and kidnapped Jiang Hanyu, who was supposed to be the concubine of the old emperor and became friends with Concubine Fengyi Chen, and defiled it.

was about to throw her on the way back to the west, but later Xu saw that she was weak and pitiful, and he took her with him with him.

However, the royal family of the Western Realm has always paid attention to blood, and the Queen of the Western Realm wants to kill Jiang Hanyu in order to ensure the purity of the bloodline.

The prince of the Western Realm had already had a love for Jiang Hanyu at this time, and sent someone to send her back to Xingyao's sister's mansion to hide, promising to come back to pick her up in the future.

Speaking of this, Feng Yichen paused, looked at Lin Mo's gaze and listened, and pulled the hair on her sideburns, "Mo Mo is bored when he listens?" These things were all told by the mother later. ”

Lin Mo was fascinated by what he was listening to, Feng Yichen just stopped, Lin Mo glanced at him with dissatisfaction, "I listened seriously, what happened later?" ”

"Later!"

Later, Jiang Hanyu did not wait for the prince of the Western Realm until he died.

And Feng Yichen's mother concubine was forcibly imprisoned by the emperor and sealed Concubine Xiang.

After the prince of the western realm succeeded to the throne, he also sent troops to fight against Xingyao in the name of this, and Feng Yichen's mother concubine also took the name of the demon concubine of the country.

Concubine Xiang is a hearty and open-minded woman. She didn't love the old emperor, so naturally she wouldn't fight in the harem, and in the end, because of the old emperor's preference, she died under the calculations of Concubine Shuyi and Concubine Xian.

She died when Feng Yichen was ten years old, and died in the fire, Feng Yichen watched her being engulfed by the fire with her own eyes, but her face was full of tears but the corners of her lips were smiling.

She begged the attendant who had guarded her since she was a child to bring Feng Yichen out of the fire, and begged him to protect Feng Yichen.

Feng Yichen originally thought that the fire was just an accident, until once he accidentally heard the truth of the matter, and let Concubine Shuyi, who had been pretending to take care of him but poisoning him, find out, which was also the reason why his leg was broken.

At that time, the old emperor was taking them on a parade in the Nanshan Palace, and Concubine Shuyi asked Fengyi Ling to push him down the mountain, and no matter how much he prayed, he didn't let him go again.

He was only a teenager at the time, and they were so cruel.

It was also his life that saved his life.

Later, he was found by someone sent by the old emperor, and he finally woke up and told the old emperor in private that Concubine Shuyi and Fengyi Ling were murderers, but the old emperor scolded him for not talking nonsense.

Since then, he has learned that sometimes the truth doesn't matter.

He learned to forbear, to plan, to show weakness, and to understand that only the strong can live.

Lin Mo felt distressed by what happened to him, hugged him tightly, held his hair, and comforted: "I know, I will be by your side, always with you, I will support you in whatever you do, and I will be born and die for you."

"Okay." Feng Yichen looked up at her, his eyes were deep and painful, "But don't want Momo to be born and die for this king, as long as Momo is with him, he wants Momo to be safe and sound all his life, and he wants Momo to become the happiest woman in Xingyao, and he wants Momo to accompany this king to join hands with Baitou." ”

"Okay, hand in hand with the white head." Lin Mo's eyes were filled with mist, I don't know if it was because she felt sorry for Feng Yichen's experience, or because she was moved by his promise, she buried her face in his neck with a little choked up, and murmured in a low voice: "We will have a litter of cubs together, and then all the cubs will look as good as you." ”

Feng Yichen touched her hair and chuckled: "Actually, Momo is also very good-looking. ”

Lin Mo belongs to the kind of person who is good-looking and doesn't know it, but her appearance is slightly soft, which is a little contradictory to her personality, so she can't always show the softness she should have.

Thinking that Feng Mian had already sent the plaque to the Chu Palace, Lin Lingxue's face Lin Mo could imagine.

She made up her mind that when Feng Mian came back, she must ask him to recount the scene, and it was best to play it for her.

Feng Yichen is always the most comfortable in his arms, he likes to hold Lin Mo in his arms on weekdays, and Lin Mo is also used to being hugged by her.

Every time I nestled in his arms, I felt comfortable.

She spoiled Feng Yichen more and more, she thought she was a woman, but now she has become a little woman in Feng Yichen's arms.

Every time Lin Mo wants to be hypocritical, he will feel that he is spoiled by Feng Yichen, thinking that it is Feng Yichen's fault, so he can continue to be hypocritical with confidence.

She felt that if she continued like this, she would soon be unable to take care of herself.

Feng Yichen really spoiled her, and she was afraid of losing it in her hand, and she was afraid of melting it in her mouth.

Except, of course, in bed.

If Feng Yichen on weekdays refers to a gentle sheep, Feng Yichen on the bed is like a hungry wolf, as if Lin Mo thinks he is not strong enough.