A few days later, the matter of Baguio had already calmed down, and no one dared to mention it again.

It's just that the matter of King Qi Feng Mochen not mentioning it has become a matter of discussion in the palace after tea and dinner.

Wanqing leaned lazily on the bed, her phoenix eyes were slightly closed, and it was rare for the Qi Mansion to be so calm.

Mo'er carefully massaged on the side.

Mama Wind walked in with a tray, and she placed the contents on the tray on the table.

"Princess, housekeeper Zhu Zhuo has sent some candied fruit, do you want to taste it now?"

Wanqing narrowed her eyes, raised her eyes for a moment, and closed her eyes again,

"Why did he send something all of a sudden?"

"The old slave is also curious, he said that this is a specialty of his hometown, and wants to let the princess and the princess taste it."

Mama Feng exited the room with the tray, and a reckless figure crashed into her.

Mama Feng let out an "oops" and was almost knocked to the ground by someone who came.

She steadied herself and turned to look at the figure that had bumped into her.

"I've seen..."

Feng Mochen made a silent gesture and waved his hand to signal Mama Feng to step back.

Mama Feng shook her head and left.

Feng Mochen came to the back room lightly, and saw a lazy Wanqing on the bed, her eyes closed.

Mo'er was concentrating on beating the princess's legs.

When she raised her head, she saw the prince walking in, and Mo'er stopped what she was doing, wanting to give a salute.

Feng Mochen raised her hand to tell her not to make a sound, and tiptoed to the bed.

"Why did you stop?"

Wan Qing on the bed muttered.

Mo'er wanted to continue massaging the princess, but was stopped by the prince's hand.

Feng Mochen waved her hand and told her to retreat.

Feng Mochen stood in Mo'er's position just now, and his two hands beat lightly on Wanqing's legs.

It seems that the strength of Feng Mochen's hand is a little stronger, and Wanqing's body can't help but tense, and he has a scripture in his mouth

"Mo'er, tap."

The body and mind may be too soothing, the gentle voice is soft and boneless, and Feng Mochen is body was shocked, and the whole person froze in place.

"Mo'er, why did you stop again!"

Because the comfort from the body just now was interrupted, Wanqing's voice was a little dissatisfied.

Feng Mochen shook his head desperately, trying to keep himself calm and trying not to think about those fragrant pictures.

Feng Mochen didn't know how long it was, but the woman on the bed fell asleep, and there was already a very soft snoring sound in her mouth.

Feng Mochen stopped what he was doing and touched the fine sweat on his forehead.

He walked up to Wanqing, squatted down beside the bed, and looked at the sleeping Wanqing warmly.

The smile on the corner of Feng Mochen's mouth gradually spread, raised his hand and scratched the tip of her nose with his index finger, and exhaled softly,

"Fox!"

He sat on the ground, just facing the graceful face on the bed, looking at her sleeping appearance, the words in Feng Mochen's mouth were like a dream.

"Should I hate or like you? You are against me everywhere, why can't I hate you? ”

Feng Mochen smiled bitterly, this woman really made him love and hate.

"Father! Mother! I must... Will give it to you... To you... Avenge! ”

Wanqing on the bed suddenly dreamed, and Feng Mochen next to him was startled by him,

Feng Mochen put his ear to Wanqing's mouth and asked softly,

"What did you say!? Again, I didn't hear clearly. ”

But no sound came from Wanqing's mouth.

Feng Mochen looked up,

However, the person on the bed was snoring again.

Feng Mochen looked at her frowning brows, raised his hand and gently rubbed between her eyebrows.

It wasn't until her frowning brow stretched out that she lowered her hand.

"Ah, woman—"

Feng Mochen sighed lightly.

He looked at the woman on the bed so closely, and although the scar on her face was hideous, it did not affect her beauty at all.

At this moment, his black eyes greedily took Wanqing's face into his heart.

If he could, he would rather just watch her grow old quietly.

Feng Mochen leaned his head on the side of the bed, and the distance between the two was closer.

He could feel Wanqing's fragrant snort coming to his face, and he closed his eyes in reassurance.

Mo'er wanted to ask the princess what she had for lunch, but when she came to the back room, she found that both of them were asleep, covered her mouth with her hands, and withdrew with a snicker.

"Did you go peek again?!"

Wang Yuan raised his index finger and flicked it on Mo'er's forehead that sneaked out,

"Oops!"

Mo'er covered her mouth with her hand on her forehead, and glared at Wang Yuan.

She mysteriously grabbed Wang Yuan's arm and dragged him far away from the room, and looked back behind her a few times from time to time.

"What's the matter? Mysterious and mysterious? ”

Wang Yuan looked at Mo'er with a mysterious face, scratching his head in confusion.

Mo'er snickered and said in Wang Yuan's ear,

"Is the prince really the same as they said, don't lift it?"

After listening to Mo'er's question, Wang Yuan almost choked himself with a mouthful of water, he never thought that Mo'er would ask such a question.

He turned around and walked away, not answering Mo'er's question.

Mo'er chased after him and kept asking Wang Yuan,

"You mean! Say! They are all talking about it, I don't know if it's true or not? ”

Wang Yuan wanted to escape Mo'er's questioning, but Mo'er insisted on getting to the bottom of it.

Wang Yuan turned around and stared at Mo'er, who had been asking.

He suddenly put his hands on Mo'er's head and kissed it.

Mo'er's eyes widened with shame, and she was a little caught off guard by this sudden kiss.

When the lips and teeth of the two touched lightly, Wang Yuan immediately let go of Mo'er.

On his face, there was a bit of shyness on his dark skin, but he looked very cute.

Mo'er covered her mouth with her hands and looked at Wang Yuan in disbelief.

"So you can be quiet."

Mo'er raised her hand and pointed at Wang Yuan, the shyness on her face turned into anger,

"Wang Yuan! You bastard! ”

After that, he waved his pink fist and hit Wang Yuan's body, Wang Yuan hurriedly ran away when he saw this, and the two kept chasing in the courtyard!

Mama Feng listened to the sound of the two fighting in the courtyard in the side room, and couldn't help but sigh that she was really old.

Not as energetic as a young man, she held the note in her hand, and the joy on her face was difficult to hide.

Last night, the owner had sent someone to inform her that the master was back! She was finally able to meet her master.

In the note, the owner mentioned that she wanted to see the princess, and she had to hurry up and talk to the princess.

The afterglow of the setting sun has dyed the entire courtyard red, and the room is stretching comfortably, I haven't slept so well for a long time.

When the hand fell, it touched something hot.

Wanqing's phoenix eyes looked in the direction of her hand, and a man's face appeared in front of her.

"Feng Mochen!"

Wanqing exclaimed, why is he here? How to sit on the ground? Is this face really good-looking?

Wanqing stretched out her hand and touched Feng Mochen's face, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his angular face was like a flawless piece of jade.

Feng Mochen, who was sleeping, felt something on his face and reached out to touch it.

What he caught was a hand, and Feng Mochen woke up from his sleep.

looked at the people around him vigilantly, and it was not until he saw Wanqing's face clearly that the vigilant look slowly faded.

"Isn't this king's face very good-looking?"

Feng Mochen looked at Wanqing slyly with worried eyes, and his hand never let go.

Wan glanced at Feng Mochen innocently, he was really a cheeky man.

"If the princess doesn't say it, she acquiesces, could it be that the princess was touching the king's face just now?"

Feng Mochen grabbed Wanqing's hand and shook it in front of her eyes, I seemed to have caught a cat that was stealing.

Wanqing's face turned crimson and scolded in a low voice,

"Scoundrel."

With that, he turned his head in another direction, and stopped looking at the man sitting on the ground with a smug face.

"Madame is shy? You and I are both old husbands and wives, why be so shy, come and let the husband take a look. ”

Feng Mochen pulled Wanqing's other hand up, made her look at herself, and said to Wanqing with a serious face,

"You like me as much as I like you, don't you?"

"Scoundrel! Who will like you! I don't blush! ”

Wan Qing snorted, and the crimson on her face was very obvious.

"Mu Wanqing! Are you willing to grow old with the man in front of you? ”

Facing Feng Mochen's serious expression, Wanqing didn't nod or shake her head, she didn't know if this man was hot for a while, not to mention that she was now...

Wanqing raised her hand and touched her scarred face.

Feng Mochen saw her hesitation,

"Actually, this scar doesn't affect your beauty at all, you are still so beautiful in the eyes of this king."

Feng Mochen raised his hand to touch her face, nodded affirmatively at her, and continued,

"You don't have to rush to make a decision now, I can wait! Wait until you're touched by me a little bit. ”

Feng Mochen stood up from the ground and touched his stomach with one hand,

"I'm hungry after all that."

After that, I saw the candied fruit on the table.

Wanqing, who pulled up the bed, came to the table and sat her down

He himself sat opposite Wanqing, picked up the candied fruit on the table and handed it to her mouth,

Wanqing raised her hand awkwardly and wanted to take the candied fruit in Feng Mochen's hand, but Feng Mochen dodged Wanqing's hand,

He still put the candied fruit on her mouth, and Wanqing had no choice but to open her lips lightly and eat the candied fruit in Feng Mochen's hand.

Feng Mochen picked up a piece with satisfaction and put it in his mouth.

Wan Qing sank for a while, raised her head and looked at Feng Mochen with a firm look, as if she had made a major decision,

"You don't dislike the way I look now, and I don't dislike you either!"

"What do you want to dislike me? To have an identity, to have an appearance! I don't know what Madame wants to dislike about this king? ”

After that, he picked up a piece of candied fruit and put it in his mouth, and it seemed that he was really hungry.

"Don't lift—"

"Ahem—"

Listening to Wanqing spit out these two words seriously, the candied fruit in Feng Mochen's mouth was stuck in his throat.

He poured a cup of tea in a panic, poured it into his mouth, and swallowed it.

"Madam, why don't you come and try this king?"

Feng Mochen looked at Wanqing evilly, and the corners of his mouth were lightly raised.

"Not interested."

Feng Mochen was going crazy, he felt that if he continued to talk to her, the whole person would be bad.