Feng Tong was already sleeping very lightly, and Su Mujiu's movement directly woke him up from his dream.

He opened his eyes dimly, and saw the long snow-white legs in the moonlight, and his heart was missing half a beat.

Feng Tong stood up and carefully put Su Mujiu's legs back into the futon, the touch like jade made him feel extremely hot everywhere.

He let out a long breath and leaned closer to the edge of the bed.

Finally he calmed down, but a pair of hands were on his waist again, his body shook, and a soft body was pasted up, at the root of his ear, as if calling, "Feng Tong ......"

Feng Tong felt that all the heat in his body was concentrated in one place, he gritted his teeth and called in a low voice, "Susu, you stand back." ”

As a result, there was a vague sound of breathing in my ears, long and shallow, obviously a sign of sleep.

After all, a different look appeared on Feng Tong's jade-like face, which was originally a man with immortal truth, but at this moment he fell into an embarrassment.

Finally, he sighed faintly, gently removed the little hand on his waist, slowly stood up, and flattened the messy futon that was made by Su Mujiu and covered Su Mujiu's body.

Then he put on his shoes and socks, took his robe and put it on his body, broke the gauze and came to the table, lit the candlelight, and took out a new one, and looked at it.

His expression was as usual, and he gradually forgot about the predicament he had just had.

Su Mujiu slept soundly all night, and when she opened her eyes, she found Haitang standing in front of her bed with a smile on her face.

Isn't this a bath in Feng Xiao's house?

Why are Begonias here?

"Lord Wang, you finally woke up~" Haitang didn't know that Su Mujiu and the prince were dragon and phoenix fetuses, so naturally she now completely regarded Su Mujiu, who had recovered her daughter, as the prince.

Su Mujiu's good-looking eyes rose slightly, and she asked with a little doubt in her tone, "Why am I here?" Am I not bathing? Huh? Why are you wearing all your clothes? ”

Su Mujiu just glanced at it, and saw that the clothes were neatly worn, and she raised her eyes to look around, and gradually saw the furnishings of the objects in the wing room.

A bronze mirror, an octagonal begonia pear flower table, a cabinet, and the chaise longue on the far right, even the incense lit in this room has a bit of fragrance, but it is not the smell of pear blossoms.

This is not Feng Tong's wing, but hers.

Haitang pursed his lips and smiled, and then said respectfully: "Lord Wang, you don't know, today, the prince of Feng Tong personally carried you back to Weiyang Pavilion, and told me to put on your clothes, it is not appropriate to publicize it at this time." ”

Get dressed......

Could it be ...... Did she really fall asleep soaking and soaking?

Su Mujiu vaguely felt a pair of warm hands wiping her hair in a hazy way, she only thought that she should be dressed, but she didn't expect it to be empty!

Didn't Feng Tongmo see it all?

Su Mujiu only felt that her face was red and her ears were red, and the roots of her ears were red a little bit, and she threw herself into the quilt and couldn't raise her head.

Although she has a big temperament on weekdays, these things still make her shy!

What to do......

How is she going to face Feng Tong?

"Don't worry, Lord Wang, when the prince of Feng Tong carried you in, you were wrapped like a zongzi all over your body, and you couldn't see anything clearly." Begonia explained.

Su Mujiu forced himself to recall last night, but he couldn't figure out what happened.

If she was asked to ask Feng Tong at this moment, she wouldn't dare to borrow ten guts.

Su Mujiu was thin-skinned after all, Haitang saw it in his eyes, and laughed lowly, "Lord Wang, there are drunken and exquisite pastries on the table, which were just sent by Feng Tong Gongzi's order, saying that you will eat first when you are hungry, and Feng Tong Gongzi said that he will take you out for a banquet when he wakes up, and the slave and maid will retreat first." ”

"Hmm......" Su Mujiu said sullenly, knowing that she heard the footsteps of Begonia retreating, she slowly lifted her head from the quilt.

Feng Tong is still sleeping......

Didn't you toss all night last night?!

Why didn't she feel soreness in her legs?

In this book, it is said that the woman felt weak all over her body during the Spring Festival, and her body was blue and purple.

Su Mujiu hurriedly lifted the tulle on his hand and looked towards the side of his arm, only to see a bright red mole clearly visible.

This is Shoumiya Sand.

So last night wasn't what she thought.

"Ahh Su Mujiu rubbed her messy hair and rolled on the bed, she couldn't find a trace of last night's clue even if she wanted to break her head.

She rolled and rolled, and finally fell asleep again.

Afang Palace.

This is the palace of Concubine Mei.

It is a palace specially built by Emperor Tang for Concubine Mei and given by the emperor.

This Afang palace is full of plum blossoms one by one, one step at a time, carved beams and painted buildings, lacquered gold and jade, everywhere shows the emperor's favor.

And in the main hall of Afang Palace, the red yarn covers the account, and the fragrance of plum blossoms in the incense burner rises and spreads infinitely.

The silk and bamboo wind music is endless, with a slight sluggish sound.

Inside the gauze tent, I vaguely saw a soft collapse, on which lay a delicate beauty, and five or six palace maids were prostrate at her feet, feeding the fruits, hammering the feet, and pinching the shoulders.

All of them are luxurious and hedonistic.

At this moment, there are still two people kneeling in the main hall, a man and a woman, the appearance is extremely young and exquisite, it is really a pair made in heaven.

These two people are the second prince and Xia Ji, and they have already knelt on this hall for a cup of tea.

Concubine Mei never wanted them to get up.

Xia Ji only felt a sore back, and her kneecaps were sore.

Finally grounded, she waited left and right and didn't expect the second prince to come, thinking that she had miscalculated, who knew that early this morning, the second prince came to visit in person, saying that he wanted to take her to see his mother.

Xia Ji was overjoyed, thinking that she had been recognized by Concubine Mei.

But the current situation does not seem to be what she imagined.

"Alright, Emperor, Lord Xia Ji, you two get up." Finally, there was a natural and coquettish voice from the gauze tent, with a bit of casualness.

"Yes."

The two responded in unison and stood up.

However, Xia Ji was already suffering from the wind and cold when she was young, her body was soft, and she was a little weak when she knelt still, so she was unstable and almost fell.

Fortunately, the second prince quickly picked up Xia Ji's body and said softly in her ear, "Be careful." ”

Xia Ji raised her eyes to look at the man in front of her, and for a while she coincided with Feng Tong's gentleness, her heart was soft, and she responded gently: "Second prince Xie." ”

Marrying the second prince is indeed not a bad thing.

At least he is like Feng Tong, and he speaks softly and moderately.

And the reason why the second prince is so attentive is completely because of Concubine Mei's advice.

Xia Ji's status as the county lord is really a trump card, he should be spoiled, right?

If you really like it, the second prince still likes the phoenix more.