Qingluan listened intently, tears streaming down her face.

Before Feng Wuwu finished speaking, she was already crying breathlessly.

"Miss has lost her innocence, what should I do if my uncle dislikes it in the future?" Qingluan said worriedly.

Before, she had heard that the bride of whose family was not clean, and was thrown to the bottom of the well by her husband on the night of the candles in the cave house, and drowned alive.

"Is it terrible? Why do you want to dislike the master? ”

Feng Wuwu squatted on the threshold of the temple, and took Qingluan into his arms, and his voice was soft, "The master is upright, standing up to the sky, and will never be an accessory of any man, no matter how big the mistake is, it will not be their turn to dislike the master." ”

"What the young lady said was very true. But..."

Qingluan felt that what Feng Wuwu said was very reasonable, and he also liked Feng Wuwu's free and easy personality very much.

But she is well aware of the importance of festivals to women, and she is deeply afraid that her future uncle will look down on Feng Wuwu because of this, and only hopes that Feng Wuwu can suffer less, be safe and sound, and have a smooth life.

After careful consideration, Qingluan had a flash of inspiration, and felt more and more that Jun Mo Ran was the natural choice of Feng Wuwu.

Wiping away the tears from his face, Qingluan quietly asked Feng Wuwu, "Miss, what do you think of the regent?" Anyway, what should have happened to you has happened, and you may have already conceived his flesh and blood. Why don't you think about him? ”

Feng Wuwu shook his head again and again, and said in particular resistance, "If he learns that I am the female thief who despised him that day, he will have to break my body into thousands of pieces and scatter my bones and ashes." ”

When Qingluan heard this, he suddenly remembered the female corpse in the hall of the mansion that had been eroded into a puddle of dirty oil by Jun Mo with bone-devouring water, and his face turned pale with fright, and he didn't dare to say more.

"If a man loves himself, why should he have no love?"

Feng Wuwu stared at the rain flying in the hazy night, and the starlight in his eyes was dazzling.

Jun Mo Ran stood in the dark, looking fixedly at Feng Wuwu, who was hiding in the eaves of the temple to avoid the rain, and felt very uncomfortable.

He didn't hear the whispers of Feng Wuwu and Qingluan, but when he saw her pitifully hiding under the eaves of the house to avoid the rain, his heart seemed to be grabbed by something, and it hurt one by one.

Behind him, Chasing Feng spoke slowly, "Wang, General Feng Xiao is unwell and can't stand the cold. Why don't you take him back to the house first and then think about it in the long run? ”

"Hmm."

Jun Mo Ran responded in a deep voice, stepping on the sound of the dripping rain, and walked towards Feng Wuwu.

Feng Wuwu saw Jun Mo Ran quietly appear in front of him like a ghost, and he was so frightened that he almost ran away.

Her back was pressed against the cold and biting wall, and she slowly got up, "When did you come?" ”

In fact, what she wanted to ask was whether Jun Moran had heard the conversation between her and Qingluan.

"You're afraid of this king?"

Jun Moran's narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a bit of arrogance in his low-alcohol timbre, which completely covered up the innate laziness and casualness in his voice.

"A little."

"Has this king ever beaten and scolded you?"

Feng Wuwu nodded sincerely, "Well, there is." ”

Junmo wanted to tell her that he didn't have to worry about it, because he didn't intend to hurt her at all. If she was willing to be obedient, he would never beat and scold him at every turn, nor would he take half a step beyond Lei Chi.

She's so quick to answer!

Feng Wuwu sensed that Jun Moran's mood was not right, and even made up for it, "Hitting is kissing, scolding is love." It is my honor that the Lord Regent is willing to beat and scold me. ”

Chasing the wind and hearing the words, he was silently embarrassed in his heart. In terms of sycophancy, Feng Wuwu is in second place, and no one dares to call it first.

Qingluan felt that Feng Wuwu's moderate concession was conducive to enhancing the relationship between her and Jun Moran.

In her opinion, Jun Mo Dye is undoubtedly the best choice for Feng Wuwu.

"Go home with this king."

Jun Mo's deep eyes dyed black and gold, with a bit of arrogance that looks down on the world.

He thought that he had been so tolerant of Feng Wuwu that she had no reason to refuse him at all.

Unexpectedly, Feng Wuwu is a person who doesn't know what to do.

She pursed her lips and replied particularly stiffly, "No! ”

"Looking for death?"

"Lord Regent, you are the first to keep your word! You obviously promised me that you would never cross the thunder pool by half a step, so I reluctantly went back home with you. The result? What did you do to me as a result? ”

Feng Wuwu breathed a breath in his chest, unable to go up or down, and panicked in his heart.

It's really unlucky to be played with by him in the palm of his hand for no reason!

"I don't know what to do."

Jun Mo is accustomed to being obedient and flattering, so he naturally can't tolerate Feng Wuwu, who frequently steps on his bottom line.

"Words are not true! Dressed as a bird..."

Feng Wuwu choked back, but seeing that his face was getting darker and darker, he swallowed the word "beast" that was about to blurt out, and whistled in embarrassment.

Jun Moran was depressed in his heart, and he walked away angrily.

Seeing this, Qingluan was anxious.

She clearly felt Jun Moran's heart for Feng Wuwu.

But these two people are so stubborn, no one refuses to back down, and they are stunned to turn the book of the reunion of the full moon into a rotten stalk that forgets each other in the rivers and lakes.

Thinking of what happened to Feng Wuwu a few days ago, Qingluan howled and cried again, "Childe, Qingluan feels so sorry for you." ”

"Isn't this good?"

"Childe, if you want to cry, Qingluan's shoulder lends you to lean."

Qingluan's eyes were red, staring at Jun Moran's dashing and distant back, feeling more and more aggrieved for Feng Wuwu.

These days, Feng Wuwu has indeed endured too much suffering.

First he was framed for no reason, and then he was expelled from his home, and fled to the east in a hurry like a lost dog.

Who knows, as soon as he arrived in the east, he fell into an embarrassment, and was hunted down and killed by various forces for no apparent reason, and he couldn't live in fear.

"Childe, cheer up, there is no grass at the end of the world."

Feng Wuwu's head was full of black lines, and he looked at Qingluan with tears like rain in a daze, and he really didn't understand where this girl's tears came from, and she was dripping down all day!

Qingluan sobbed and said, "The regent is too much, he turned his face and didn't recognize anyone." You've been tortured by him so much that no one is a ghost, he's good! Like a person who has nothing to do, pat his butt and lift his pants and leave. ”

Feng Wuwu twitched the corners of her mouth wildly, and she began to admire Qingluan's ability to reverse right and wrong.

Obviously, she wiped Jun Mo dry, and also slapped his buttocks and drew a lifelike pig on his dirty pants.

Qingluan is good, he knows the cause and effect, and he is embarrassed to blame Jun Mo Dye like this.

Feng Wuwu listened, and felt panicked on his face.

Jun Mo Ran's footsteps paused slightly, and he was still a little skeptical that he had never touched Feng Wuwu.

Hearing Qingluan say this, I felt a little distressed inexplicably.

Feng Wuwu is such a strong person, and he was forced to suffer so many crimes, and it is normal to be a little emotional.

He should coax her and let her be.

After all, she's still young, and it doesn't hurt to be willful.

Thinking of this, Jun Moran suddenly turned around, stepped on the sound of the rain, and walked quickly to Feng Wuwu.