Yingxue Pavilion.

The silhouette of Feng Tong is gentle and beautiful, the eyes of the black peach blossoms are filled with a shallow smile, and the cold white skin is covered with a touch of fairy aura under the smoke.

He held a jar of wine in his hand and rested it on the table.

Looking back, I looked at the prince who had already sat up from the bed, leaning on Jiang Yue's chest, with a pale face and a weak appearance.

Jiang Yue's eyes were full of worry.

"Ahem...... What are you going to do? The prince pursed his lips, and his eyes were hazy.

He was so tired.

Jiang Yue stared at Feng Tong with an unkind expression.

If it weren't for Feng Tong who had to come to disturb, the prince wouldn't have to stand up and sit here for his own identity, enduring the discomfort of his body.

"I'm here to negotiate a deal, Lord Wang." Feng Tong was as gentle as jade, and he sat down.

"Ahem...... the prince coughed breathlessly, his chest rose and fell, and it was very uncomfortable.

Jiang Yue couldn't stand it anymore, and the pain of the prince was like a sharp sword, piercing his chest.

He replied on behalf of the prince: "Wasn't the last deal negotiated?" If it's all right, please step down. ”

Feng Tong picked up the teacup casually and poured himself a cup of tea.

In an instant, the fragrance of tea overflowed, and in his peach blossom eyes, there was a hidden edge of sword intent out of the sheath, and he lowered his eyes to hide the look under his eyes.

"What is the relationship between the 'prince' in the mansion and the prince?"

This is the question that Feng Tong cares about the most.

The prince was stunned, and stared at Feng Tong in some surprise, with a hint of vigilance.

"What are you going to do?"

Feng Yun smiled, and the wisps of light melted into his eyes.

"I examined her face and there were no signs of disfigurement. There is only one reason why two people can look so similar, when the old Princess Mu gave birth to a pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses, right? ”

The corners of the prince's mouth twitched slightly, and his dark eyes were tingled.

Sure enough, he guessed right.

Before, he thought that Su Su Xing really looked the same as the prince, and there was nothing strange in this world.

But when the prince heard him mention Su Su, his face was nervous, and there was no emotion in his expression.

In this way, there is only one possibility: dragon and phoenix fetus.

"I want her."

Simple and confessional words.

Feng Tong is in front of the prince and never detours.

"What?! cough cough ......" Wang Ye's pupils dilated a little bit, and he was so shocked that his voice was a little higher, and he felt a smell of blood gushing out of his throat.

It swept across his sharpened chin and landed on the ground, blooming with beautiful blood flowers.

"Lord Wang." Jiang Yue hurriedly took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood on the corner of the prince's mouth, and by the way, he hid the true qi in his hand and crossed into the prince's body.

Gradually, the prince felt a little more warmth in his cold body.

"Feng Tong, do you know what you're talking about?" Jiang Yue drank coldly, and his eyes seemed to be cold with a sharp sword.

In an instant, the temperature dropped slightly.

Feng Tong didn't care much, shook his robe, gentle as jade, "The woman I loved for the first time, why can't I want her?" ”

"No...... Yes. The prince gritted his teeth.

His sister, how can he just give it?

What's more, what is Feng Tong's identity?

The prince of a country!

If he had been a wealthy businessman, with less strife and regime change, he would probably have agreed.

But the crown prince is completely different, if his sister marries in, he will face the entire emperor's harem!

In this way, how can he, who is an elder brother, tolerate it!

Feng Tong took a sip of shallow tea, and the tea flowed into his lips, "Lord Mu, what if I can prolong your life?" ”

"That's not going to work either!" The prince resolutely refused.

It's just a few years of life, and it's too wolf-hearted to bet on the happiness of your sister's life, right?

Jiang Yue's originally gray eyes had a glimmer of clarity, and his five fingers gradually closed.

The life of the prince.

and a woman who has no relatives with him.

Of course, he is willing to abandon his pawn to protect the commander.

Feng Tong heard the prince's refusal, but he smiled gently, and there was a touch of relief in his pupils.

His gentle voice continued to sound, "Does Lord Mu think I'm joking, or is it a whim?" ”

The prince stared at Feng Tong coldly, the person in front of him looked as gentle as jade, a handsome son.

This deep mind is comparable to the deep ditch of the dragon source, and there is no bottom.

"Feng Tong, this is Datang." The prince is warning Feng Tong not to get carried away.

What if Feng Tong is the prince of another country?

endangering the happiness of his family, he would naturally kill Feng Tong without hesitation.

As for provoking disputes between the two countries, that is also Tanghuang's business.

What do you have to do with him Mu Wangfu?

As if she hadn't heard the threat, Feng Yun continued, "I will treat her as a treasure. ”

After speaking, he stood up leisurely, looked at the pot of wine, and said gently: "This is the wine I brewed myself, Su Su said that she will not drink in the future, and it is a pity that no one will accompany her." ”

"Lord Wang, this wine will be given to you."

Feng Tong stepped on the mist and slowly left.

The prince lay angrily in Jiang Yue's arms, with a murderous intent in his eyes.

"Lord Wang, how could Feng Tong have fought so reasonably?" Jiang Yue withdrew the hand that had given the prince to cross the true qi, and there was a faint softness in his eyebrows.

This is the look that only has for Mu Wangye.

"Feng Tong has always been as gentle as jade, and the appearance of a humble gentleman is to the world, and it is his characteristic not to fight or rob, but today he has fought and fought with you for Su Linglong."

Jiang Yue had a bit of hope in his eyes.

Feng Tong never boasted of Haikou.

Then the life of the prince can really be continued.

Even if it's a year, he's willing to give it a try.

"You...... Ahem...... What do you want to say? The prince closed his eyes, and the tip of his nose smelled the faint fragrance of Jiang Yue.

"In a short period of time, Feng Tong will not leave Datang, we can observe carefully during this time, if it is really as he said, why do we want to let Mu Wangfu drag Su Linglong's life?"

Jiang Yue's words sounded in the ears of the prince, and after a long time, the prince finally answered, "It's okay." ”

……

Su Mujiu held a paper fan in his hand and sat in the carriage.

She peered through the edge of her feather fan and looked across the side.

Across from her sat a beautiful boy who was as gentle as jade.

His face is like the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and his color is like the flower of spring dawn.

He was wearing a snow-colored robe, his hair was tied up with a wooden bamboo, a few strands of hair casually brushed his full forehead, and a pair of glazed eyes fell on the scroll.

For Su Mujiu's existence, he didn't seem to care about it.

The only sound of him flipping through the book could be heard in the carriage, with a faint scent of pear blossoms.

Su Mujiu withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes and leaned against the wall of the carriage.

Didn't her brother tell her to stay away from Feng Tong?

Why did she go out today to attend the flower viewing party set up by the son of the Imperial Doctor?

When passing by her brother's Yingxue Pavilion, Jiang Yue informed her that when she went out to participate in the banquet in the future, Feng Tong would accompany her and protect her.

That's what her brother meant.

When I came to the carriage, I saw Feng Tong with a light face and sat in it.

When he saw her coming, he smiled at her, and even took her by the hand and led her into the carriage.

After that, Su Mujiu was kept so salty and not light.

It's a change from what it looked like before.

"You ......"