"I'm a little sad."

Feng Wuwu lowered his eyebrows and muttered a little low.

In her previous life, her parents died when she was a child.

In this life, in the seventeen years of memory she passively accepted, she has never had the favor of her parents.

It is precisely because of this that Feng Wuwu is particularly eager for the fatherly love that should belong to her.

She said no, but in her heart she still made a place for Beitang Longting.

She even thought that the reason why Beitang Longting doted on Beitang Liyin in every way was because he recognized his daughter wrongly.

If the identities of her and Beitang Liyin hadn't been reversed, Beitang Longting would have spoiled her like this, right?

It's a pity that if there is no if.

"This king carries you?"

Jun Mo knows that she is stubborn, and she is used to hiding the softness in her heart in the deepest part, and rarely talks to others.

In order to protect her pride, he didn't say a word and carried her straightforwardly.

In this way, he can not only give her a sense of security, but also let her feel unhappy.

"Jun Mo Ran, when you carried the master on your back, did you feel the exquisite curves of the master?" Feng Wuwu lay on his back and yawned frequently.

"Want to hear the truth?"

"Hmm."

"The king feels your... Magnificent. ”

Jun Moran was very helpless, although he knew that it was all fake, but his heart was still tight.

He always felt that he was carrying a man on his back.

Feng Wuwu twitched the corners of her mouth wildly, she knew that she shouldn't have asked more, but now it's good, even she feels very embarrassed.

When Jun Mo Ran sent Feng Wuwu to the prison of Dali Temple, the ruthless who had not shown up for a long time suddenly appeared.

"King, urgent report!"

Ruthless, his face was cold, his expression was bleak, and he was dressed in black and heroic.

Seeing this, Feng Wuwu jumped off Jun Mo Ran's back.

She waved her hand lazily at Jun Moran, "Go get busy!" I'll go in and sleep for a while. ”

Behind him, the Dali Temple Prison Supervisor and the Heavenly Prison Jailer gave way one after another, and said in unison, "Welcome to General Fengxiao!" ”

Feng Wuwu was taken aback by this group of enthusiastic jailers, and responded repeatedly, "You're welcome!" ”

"General Feng, please!"

"The hot water is ready for you, so you can take a relaxing bath."

"The cell is also furnished to your liking."

………

"Thank you."

Feng Wuwu clasped his hands into fists, turned around and made a flying kiss gesture to Jun Moran, humming "I'll kiss you goodbye" while happily entering the prison of Dali Temple.

"Kiss goodbye?"

Jun Mo's black-gold eyes were full of pampering, and he slowly raised his hand and followed suit.

"Wang, General Feng didn't see your response at all." Ruthless and impatient, she saw Jun Mo dyed pestle in front of the prison of Dali Temple and refused to leave, and blurted out the thoughts in her heart upright.

"The king is willing."

Jun Moran had only heard of eyebrow flirtation, but now that he learned the trick of "kissing goodbye", he felt that his relationship with Feng Wuwu was a little closer, and he was in a good mood.

—

Dali Temple Heavenly Prison

Feng Wuwu was led by a group of jailers to Feng Yi's cell opposite the door.

Although the two cells are only arm's length apart, the interiors are very different.

Feng Yi sat in the dark and rotten cell, and there was a broken bowl with a missing corner in front of him, and in the bowl was a nest head that had been bitten.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of wariness.

Come to think of it, Feng Yi's life in the prison was not easy.

Open guns are easy to dodge, but hidden arrows are difficult to defend.

He was extremely surprised to see Feng Wuwu being surrounded by a group of gloomy people to the door of the prison.

"Worry-free? Why are you here? Feng Yi stood up again and again, holding the rusty prison door with both hands, and his face was burning with an unconcealable look.

"It's a long story."

Feng Wuwu yawned again, in short, "To make a long story short, it is to punish the three crimes together, and be unjustly imprisoned." ”

Feng Yi frowned, and asked her in a deep voice, "The regent doesn't care?" ”

"He cares. It's just that I don't want to embarrass him. His prestige in the east must not be burdened by me. ”

"Anything can happen in prison. If you can see the regent, you might as well give in to him and ask him to clear your grievances. ”

Although Feng Yi is reluctant to let his brother be ruined by men, he can look at the north glass and the east of the two realms, and only Jun Mo Dye can protect Feng Wuwu.

Before Feng Wuwu could answer, the jailer replied with a smile, "General Feng Xiao is a distinguished guest of the prison of Dali Temple, and we will not treat him harshly. ”

As soon as the words fell, he bowed down and welcomed Feng Wuwu into the pearlescent, golden and splendid exclusive cell.

Dali Siqing personally opened the opaque curtain, and then carefully opened the shark yarn bead curtain under the curtain.

He made a gesture of "please" to Feng Wuwu, and explained solemnly, "The Prince Regent's personal guards have relayed your preferences to me, can you see if the layout of the cell is suitable?" ”

Feng Wuwu rubbed her eyes, she never dreamed that the cell would be arranged like this.

Inside the curtain, the steaming tub is filled with fragrant flower petals, and the shelves next to the tub are neatly stacked with a change of clothes.

What's more intimate is that in the corner of the curtain, there is also a gilt jade-inlaid night pot.

That way, she didn't have to share the pit with the other men in the cell.

Feng Wuwu sat in front of the dining table with great satisfaction, eating the crab roe soup dumplings and crystal shrimp dumplings delivered by Lingfeng Restaurant, while copying the words on the dining table and reading it with relish.

Dali Siqing slandered in his heart that he would serve this big Buddha well, and the road to becoming an official would be much smoother.

Thinking like this, he handed a fist-sized bell to Feng Wuwu like a treasure, "General Feng, if you have an order to rattle the bell, I will arrive as soon as possible." ”

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say."

Feng Wuwu responded with a mouthful.

When Dali Siqing led a group of jailers out of the cell lightly, Feng Wuwu threw the notebook in his hand aside casually, planted his head on the sandalwood relief soft couch, and fell asleep.

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