Naturally, he knew who Mu Feng was talking about.

But the question is, how did he know what Qinghui was thinking in his head, so he ran to the roof to sleep?

I feel that Qinghui's brain is different from theirs.

Sometimes the meaning of understanding is different.

For example, the dark guard has to change the guard, because Qinghui is also a member of the dark guard, and he is gradually accepted and trusted, so these discussions Qinghui still went.

Someone else's attention is on when they start working.

Only Qinghui's attention is on when everyone will have dinner.

It's fascinating.

But when the master asks, even if it is made up, it should be made up with an answer.

So Uncle Fu thought about it seriously and said with a skeptical attitude, "Maybe the scenery is good over there?" ”

Mu Feng answered.

I don't know if I heard it or not.

The young man's side face was fair and delicate, and his curly eyelashes hung low, like butterfly wings, trembling slightly, and he looked like he was about to fly.

Excessively delicate and beautiful.

He set aside the teacup in his hand.

When Uncle Fu was about to retreat, he spoke again.

"Is the view really that good?"

Uncle Fu: ...... Where does the old slave know?

He's an old bone, where can he still do that kind of thing climbing up and down?

"I don't know."

Mu Feng's red lips hooked slightly, and he smiled, "For unknown things, this king needs to explore it himself." ”

And so—

That night, Qinghui's feng shui treasure land ushered in the visit of a second person.

Qinghui had a mattress and futon under her, because it had been cold recently, in addition to her own small quilt, she asked for a thick quilt from the warehouse.

Prepare to face the wind of the night.

I was stuffing myself into the quilt, thinking about which was sweeter now, the essence of the sun and the moon or the stove, when something suddenly came up.

Mu Feng, who was slowly climbing from the ladder to the top of the building, saw a small head suddenly poking out from the roof.

Qinghui was obviously confused, and was about to push the ladder, but when he saw that it was him, Qinghui's hand paused.

Waiting for him to come up, he looked around the surrounding scene, this place Qinghui chose really well, and he could see all the places in the palace at a glance.

The delicate young man was already sitting on the bed made by Qinghui, looking sideways at Qinghui.

looked like an old god was there, "The scenery here is good, and this king plans to feel it here." ”

Qinghui thought about it and said: Which is more fragrant, the essence of the sun and the moon or the stove? Of course, it's more fragrant together!

So the night was windy, Mu Feng was blocked from internal force, and he usually pretended to be weak, the wind was strong and cold, and because of the effect of the blockade of internal force, his body was not as resistant as ordinary people.

Wait until Qinghui wakes up in the middle of the night.

I don't feel like I'm in a stove anymore, it's a stove.

It felt like the heat of going back to the furnace to rebuild her.

The weakness made Lord Lingjian a little dazed, this was still her quilt, if she didn't add a quilt, just let him sleep on the roof with her like this, wouldn't Lord Lingjian get up early the next morning and collect his body?

In the end, it was Qinghui who moved someone back to his bedroom.

Mu Feng was sick and had a fever.

In an instant, a thousand waves were stirred up in the palace, everyone became nervous, and the Changshun palace in the middle of the night was noisy.

Qing Hui didn't quite understand why the people around him looked like they were facing a great enemy when Mu Feng was sick.