“………”

Feng Wuwu's head was full of black lines, and he was speechless for a while.

She felt that Jun Moran had an extremely strange insistence on her innocence.

When Qingluan heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, and he was slightly unhappy in his heart.

Since she was a child, her favorite thing to do is to fall asleep with Feng Wuwu's soft body.

"Childe, Qingluan wants to sleep with you. You're not around, Qingluan is sleeping, tossing and turning, lonely and sleepless, woo-woo-"

Jun Moran's blade-like indifferent eyes fell on Qingluan's sobbing face, and his tone was unkind, "Shut up." ”

Hearing this, Qingluan timidly hid behind Feng Wuwu, although he closed his mouth, his tears couldn't be stopped, and the beads fell in strings like broken threads.

Jun Mo ran the corners of his mouth frantically, and suddenly felt that Feng's worry-free taste was unique enough, and he actually liked this kind of crying woman.

"Childe, Qingluan can't sleep with you in the future, you have to remember to cover the quilt and don't kick around. Don't pick your belly button when you sleep, it's easy to catch a cold. ”

"Got it, got it." Feng Wuwu was a little embarrassed, and he couldn't wait to cover Qingluan's chattering mouth.

Didn't she spend the night with Qingluan last night?

This girl actually told her bad habits when she slept.

Jun Moran saw that Feng Wuwu had taken a step back, and he was quite happy, so he took the million silver ticket handed over by Si Ming and handed it to Feng Wuwu in his own hands.

His hand, as if unintentionally, rubbed against her palm, stained with the thin sweat on her palm, and he did not feel uncomfortable.

"Big guy, your gesture of giving money is so handsome! The fingers that touched the silver ticket were as white as green onions, and they could be pinched out of water! Feng Wuwu doggedly boasted Jun Mo's hand, and the god chattered the thick stack of silver tickets into his arms.

"Flim Flam."

Jun Moran slowly withdrew his hand, his black-gold eyes with arrogance that looked at the world.

His facial lines were sharp, and his muscles were tense.

People who don't know think he's in a bad mood.

Only Si Ming knew that Jun Moran was trying his best to hold back his laughter, and he was already ecstatic in his heart.

"Drive-"

At the mouth of the alley, dust and smoke are everywhere.

A delicate woman dressed in red came to the dust, she probably didn't expect so many people to be squeezed into the narrow alleyway, and shouted urgently, "Get out of the way, get out of the way!" ”

Jun Mo Ran heard the sound, the dark brocade robe was blowing against the wind, he turned around quickly, and subconsciously grabbed Feng Wuwu's hand.

And Feng Wuwu, his reaction was also very agile, and he protected Qingluan in his arms at the first time.

"Phew—"

The woman who was immediately holding the reins was obviously a little flustered, and she glanced at Jun Mo Ran, who was standing in front of her, her face was extremely dark.

"Childe, are you alright?"

Ye Qiao turned over and dismounted, holding a horsewhip in his hand, and walked towards Jun Moran.

Jun Moran turned a deaf ear, only turned around slowly, and dragged Feng Wuwu into his arms, "Shui'er." ”

“………”

Seeing this, Si Ming's expression changed greatly.

He looked coldly at Ye Qiao, who was holding a long whip, and said in an unkind tone, "Who is Your Excellency?" Dare to gallop in Kyoto in the east! ”

Ye Qiaoxing's eyes widened slightly, and she smiled, "In the lower Ye Qiao, a person from Xiyue." I'm new to Kyoto, but I'm sorry that I'm not allowed to ride a horse in Kyoto in the east! ”

Ye Qiao?

Princess Xiyue seems to be called Ye Qiao.

Could it be that she is here for the Confucian banquet a month later?

Feng Wuwu was tightly hugged in Jun Moran's arms, and only hurriedly glanced at the unscrupulous woman in front of him.

Si Ming snorted coldly, no longer paying attention to Ye Qiao, and hurriedly walked to Jun Moran, and said in a deep voice, "Wang, are you okay?" ”

Jun Moran didn't pay attention to Si Ming, he lowered his eyes and glanced at the person in his arms, suddenly leaned down and pecked a few times on Feng Wuwu's cheek.

"Regent, didn't you say that you will never take half a step beyond the thunder pool from now on?"

"Shui'er, this king is looking for you so hard."

Jun Moran buried his head in the neck socket of Feng Wuwu, and deeply smelled the faint sweet fragrance on her body.