"King Jing said that the person was picked up by the Buddha Leng, and he couldn't resist it, so he ......"

Yang Qingyin looked at Feng Hongshu's face with some caution, for fear that she would be angry in a hurry, after all, the stage has been set up now, but the most important corner is gone.

This matter, Feng Hongshu is difficult to accept.

Looking at it, Yang Qingyin didn't wait for the expected Feng Hongshu to get angry, and the woman lying on the bed slowly closed her eyes.

The eyelashes lay a thick black shadow on the eyelids, and the palm-sized little face was full of sleepiness.

She was really tired, and before she fell asleep, she muttered, "He has his own reasons." ”

Vaguely hearing her muttering, Yang Qingyin looked at Feng Hongshu, who had fallen asleep, a little stunned, and had a lot of doubts in her heart.

What is the relationship between Feng Hongshu and Fo Leng?

Why did Feng Hongshu not worry at all when she heard that Fang Si was taken away by Fo Leng, and she could sleep so peacefully.

How could she be like this if she didn't trust her completely?

can enter her heart, get this reassuring trust, Fo Leng's position in her heart, I'm afraid no one can compare.

I don't know how long I slept for a long time, Yun Geci only felt a little cold on my body, like it was night, the heat dissipated, and the majesty slowly entered the doors and windows.

The cool breeze blew on the body, the heavy and sleepy body was refreshed for a few minutes, and the feeling of drowsiness in the head was gradually dissipated.

There was a slight awakening in her consciousness.

In the haze, there seemed to be a hand on the wrist, and the person's fingertips were a little cold, invading from the beating veins and spreading to the tip of the heart.

On the heart and lungs, a hand seemed to have been born out of thin air, holding her heart in the palm of her hand.

This feeling, familiar and unfamiliar, she thought vaguely, floating past the cold eyebrows under the man's green light.

The corners of his eyes are slender, his long eyelashes are slightly drooping, and his face is clouded, cold and compassionate.

The hand on her wrist brushed her skin lightly, and soon retracted it, and the wind blew into the curtain from the window, and her heart rippled with the curtain.

Just as the man's hand was about to be withdrawn, her new tide swelled, and one hand was eagerly raised, trying to reach for it.

It's just that the hand just raised, the urge to grab him, was suppressed by her cold mind, and the hand was stiffly raised in the air.

After a long sound, it fell weakly.

Her heart was sour, and she scolded herself for being cowardly and insincere.

Even his heart was covered tightly, and even his hand did not dare to touch it again.

He was in front of him, and he was far away.

No matter how she stood on tiptoe, she could only look up, respecting her like a god, and finally she didn't dare to reach out and touch it, for fear of blaspheming him.

I'm afraid I won't be able to control my heart.

Knowing that it is useless and sad seems to be superfluous.

The room was silent, not even the crackling of the burning candles could be heard, and she did not dare to open her eyes to tell that she was in the dark.

There was only the sound of the wind in his ears, and there was no sound from him.

But she really felt it, and he sat on the edge of her bed, watching her hand rise and fall, looking at her eyelashes that trembled fiercely, and looking at her eyes that never dared to open.

He was the most indifferent and calm, knowing that she was trendy and agitated, but he refused to say half a word, and he didn't even reach out to shake her hand.

It is said that Fo Leng is the most affectionate, but this person is also the most sober.

The person who has always been cowardly and refuses to be sober, on the contrary, has become her.

It's ironic to think about.

"You're here." Her voice floated in the dark night, and the faint incense of his body silently annihilated the air.

It's all hoarse and weak.

The man's voice was extremely soft and slow, and only one extremely simple single tone was uttered: "Hmm." ”

It's really him.

I don't know why my heart is so sore, she even feels that when she hears this voice, as long as she opens her eyes now, tears will come out.

Is it true that when people are sick, they tend to be more fragile and like to be stupid?

Perhaps, she could only use such reasons to convince herself, and she didn't dare to think about anything else.

She closed her eyes tightly and tried her best to control her emotions before she dared to speak: "The palace is heavily guarded, and there are many eyes, you can go back." ”

She knew how self-deceptive she was.

As long as Fo Leng is willing, in this world, is there any place he can't go? Who is there that he cannot see?

Afraid that if he stayed a little longer, she couldn't help it and wanted to cry uncomfortably.

People are really strange, on weekdays, they can always overcome obstacles and be fearless, they don't know their grievances, and they are born in front of the person at the tip of their hearts, as long as he has a look, she will be wronged.

How can Yun Geci have grievances?

She couldn't.

The man sat a few feet away from her, listened to her, and did not get up, but reached over and held something in his hand, and touched her lips.

She smelled a faint bitter taste, it should be a pill.

"Ate it." He spoke, his voice low and gentle, without the usual coldness, and there were a few more ripples in her heart.

She barely refused, opened her mouth, and the faintly scented pill slipped into her mouth, and the man's sleeve brushed her snort, faintly fragrant.

After swallowing the pill, she asked, "What is this?" ”

He was silent for a moment, and then said softly: "How delicate this body is, you need to take care of it in the future, don't work hard." ”

Feng Hongshu's body was weak when she was small, and the medicine that was poured into the Yang family in those years hurt the roots, and she was already very weak.

Now that Yun Geci has used this body, he has been tired a lot, his mind is anxious, and he will inevitably have symptoms.

It's just that she vaguely felt that Buddha Leng came late at night, not because she had such a minor illness, and she was given food, and there might be other hidden reasons.

Knowing this person's temperament very well, he didn't say it, because he didn't want her to ask more, and she was very docile and didn't ask.

Fo Leng will not harm her, she believes in him.

At this point, the two of them seemed to have no topic, and the silence of the long night spread silently, and the silence between them was so strange that it made people anxious.

Obviously there was a lot to say to him, but when the person came to her, she couldn't say anything.

After a few struggles in her heart, she found an innocuous topic: "Why did you want to take Fang Sizheng away?" ”

"She's a knife." Fo Leng's voice was deep and dark, and his extremely magnetic voice was low and bewitching: "Of course, I want to give this sword to the most powerful samurai." ”

The knife is a good knife, but who makes the knife is the most critical.

The more powerful the samurai, the more powerful he can bring out the power of this good sword.

The corners of Yun Geci's eyes twitched, and he said in a dumb voice: "Who did you give her to?" ”