An hour later, the medicinal properties on Jun Fu's body were completely eliminated.

She collapsed on the soft couch of the post house in a daze, her empty eyes staring at the azure embroidery tassel on the top of the tent in a daze, her pale lips twitching slightly, like a fish in shallow water, dying but not dying.

Yun Fei's white and purple eyes gradually faded with lust, he slowly buttoned the buckle on the placket, and glanced at Jun Fu who couldn't move on the couch with contempt, "It's really unlucky." Unexpectedly, the sister of the regent in the east is a broken shoe that no one wants. ”

"You..."

In Jun's out-of-focus eyes, tears rolled down.

"Why don't you get out of here? Don't dirty the eyes of the main temple. Yun Feibai was full of food, and in a blink of an eye, he turned his face and denied it.

"Aren't you afraid that Brother Wang will cut you with a thousand knives?" Jun Fu turned his head and struggled to get up from the couch.

She clutched the mattress under her with both hands, and the pain in her fingers was far less than the grief in her heart.

This kind of thing, she naturally won't tell Jun Moran.

If Jun Moran learns that she is being touched by others, I am afraid that she will never be wanted again.

"As far as this hall knows, your brother Wang doesn't seem to spoil you as rumored by the outside world. This temple advises you that it is better not to spread this kind of thing, otherwise, you will be the only one who is unlucky. Yun Feibai grabbed Jun Fu's jaw, smiling evilly.

At the beginning, he originally thought of cooking raw rice into rice, forcibly marrying Jun Fu, and then using Jun Fu to restrain the arrogant and unruly Jun Modye.

It's just that in the past hour, the delirious Jun Fu frequently called Jun Mo's name, and he became more and more dissolute than the other.

This made Yun Feibai particularly uncomfortable.

If it weren't for Jun Moran's territory, he wouldn't dare to go too far, and Jun Fu was afraid that he wouldn't survive tonight.

"Get out."

Yun Fei's white eyes turned pale, and he was about to throw the embarrassed Jun Fu to stay.

Jun Fu bit her lip tightly, holding back the tears rolling in her eyes, and counted everything she suffered on Feng Wuwu's head.

She swore that she would make Feng Wuwu suffer and be humiliated, she would!

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It is bordered by the Regent's Mansion to the east.

Feng Wuwu yawned while reclining on the chaise longue of the concubine, looking sleepily at Bi Gong standing on one side, racking his brains to compose poetry.

"What is the situation in the world? Straight Christians promise life and death. ”

Chasing the wind tilted his head and looked at the starry sky, his eyes full of tears.

Feng Wuwu's head was full of black lines, she obviously asked him to write a few small poems to praise Jun Yin, but he didn't think that he could not tolerate anything else except love and love in his mind.

"Chasing the wind, if you like the regent, be bold and confess to him. A man howls blindly, and he can't hear it! ”

Chasing Feng secretly sighed, he suddenly felt that Feng Wuwu was more sluggish than Jun Moran in terms of feelings.

Recently, Jun Mo Ran's offensive against Feng Wuwu has become more and more fierce, Feng Wuwu is good, stupid, there is no reaction at all!

Chasing Feng was afraid that Jun Moran would not get a response, so he would give up lightly, so he specially reminded Feng Wuwu and asked her to seize the opportunity.

Unexpectedly, Feng Wuwu misunderstood that he was interested in Jun Moran.

"Alas! Children cannot be taught. Chasing the wind shook his head, quite distressed and deeply affectionate.

According to this posture, Jun Moran's relationship is very likely to end without a problem.

"Chasing the wind, don't be rude."

Jun Mo Ran walked out of Shi Shiran from the ink dye pavilion, he coldly beat his chest and chased the wind, and hugged Feng Wuwu, who was lying on the chaise longue, in his arms.

Feng Wuwu rubbed his eyes, and through the misty mist, he stared at Jun Mo Ran, who was dressed in court clothes, with a majestic complexion, and an unattainable bearing, "Regent, you, what are you going to do?" ”

"Send the king to the door."

Realizing that Feng Wuwu was confused by his beauty, Jun Moran became more and more happy.

Before this, he had never thought that there was anything to show off about his good looks.

Now, he fell in love with Feng Wuwu's obsessive and intoxicated eyes.

"It's me." Jun Mo dyed the corners of his lips with a smile, and scratched Feng Wuwu's straight nose bone dotingly, "Little thing, when this king comes back, I will feed you well." ”

“………”

Feng Wuwu twitched the corners of his mouth and muttered in a low voice, "Regent, don't daydream. Impossible, impossible in this life. ”

"Shhhh

Jun Moran made a silent gesture and whispered in Feng Wuwu's ear, "Feng Wuwu, you have to believe that man will win the sky." ”

Feng Wuwu broke away from his embrace again and again, and then hugged the stone pillar at the entrance of the palace, showing the momentum of a strong man, "The mountain has no edges, the heaven and the earth are together, and the iron pestle is sharpened into an embroidery needle, but I dare to go to the clouds and rain with you." ”

Jun Moran shook his head helplessly, knowing that she reacted so violently, he would definitely not shed his clothes in front of her.

"Brother Wang."

Jun Fu staggered into Jun Moran's arms, and two lines of tears slipped down from his sour eyes.

Jun Moran frowned, straightened his body, and neither helped her nor took the initiative to push her away.

Her current appearance seems to be not lightly injured.

"Where?" Jun Moran asked coldly.

"I blew back the cold wind and fell."

Jun Fu did not inform Jun Moran of Yun Feibai's violation of her, the last time she lost her innocence was purely caused by herself, and Jun Moran had witnessed it with her own eyes.

Therefore, as long as she doesn't tell Jun Moran what happened last night, even if he is lucky enough to marry him in the future, he won't be able to find out the clues.

"Go back to Fanghua Pavilion and think about it behind closed doors."

Jun Moran said indifferently, and finally pushed Jun Fu, who was vain and unstable, to the side.

Jun brushed away the hatred in his eyes, lowered his eyebrows, and walked towards the direction of Fanghua Pavilion with difficulty.

Feng Wuwu glanced at Jun Fu's extremely strange walking posture, and immediately understood.

In the past two hours, Jun Fu is afraid that someone will take away his innocence.

Jun Moran also noticed the strangeness of Jun Fu, and turned to ask Si Ming, "Where did Jun Fu go last night?" ”

"The subordinates are derelict in their duties. Last night, you were drugged and the Shadow Guards were stationed in the Ink Dye Pavilion, so your subordinates didn't know where the county lord had been last night. ”

"Go look it up."

Jun Mo frowned, and then added, "Let the ruthless stare at Yun Feibai." ”

"Yes." Si Ming replied in a deep voice.

Feng Wuwu made a big alarm bell, thinking that Jun Moran was just looking for her, so he had some intersections with the first pavilion master in the world.

Now it seems that Jun Mo Ran and Ruthless seem to be old acquaintances.

I just don't know, how familiar they are?

Feng Wuwu's sharp eyes swept towards Jun Mo Ran's body, and he was about to ask him who he was, but when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't ask.

In the final analysis, the relationship between her and Jun Moran is not close.

What's more, last night, Jun Mo was dyed with Chinese medicine, and it was extremely dangerous, and she couldn't help.

Right now, how could she have the face to question him?

Fortunately, Jun Moran saw that she was sullen, and even though he saw through her thoughts, he explained slowly, "This king and ruthless are innocent, and there is absolutely no personal affection. ”

"Got it."

The corners of Feng Wuwu's mouth unconsciously rose up, and she watched Jun Mo Ran bow down and sit down on the jade chariot, and there was a trace of sweetness in her heart.

She didn't figure out what she was thinking about Jun Mo Ran, she just said that she was possessive, and she couldn't tolerate people who had skin to skin with her, and she was entangled with others.

"Damn man, it's so sweet."

Feng Wuwu covered his pounding heart with both hands, and his face was slightly melancholy.

It's just that there is a hint of joy hidden in the melancholy.