Feng Mochen came to the door and raised his hand to tap the door.

"Tuk tuk..."

Mo'er opened the door from the room, and when she saw that it was Feng Mochen outside the door, she bowed and bowed.

"The slave has seen the prince."

Feng Mochen waved her hand to signal her to get up, and looked into the room again.

"Is the princess awake?"

Mo'er stood up, nodded, and leaned to the side, making way for Feng Mochen.

Feng Mochen raised his feet and walked towards the back room.

Wang Yuan, who was outside the door, also wanted to follow the prince in, but Mo'er blocked him from the door with his body.

Wang Yuan pointed at the prince and then at himself, Mo'er knew what Wang Yuan meant, and still didn't let him in.

He gave up, clasped his hands on his chest, and leaned against the door.

Seeing this, Mo'er also left the room and closed the door from the outside.

"Ma'am?"

Feng Mochen came to the inner room and called softly.

"Is there something wrong with the prince looking for me?"

Feng Mochen looked at the voice and saw Wanqing sitting in front of the bronze mirror, three thousand green silks hanging on the ground.

Wanqing heard Feng Mochen walk in, and she didn't look back.

Feng Mochen saw Wanqing's current appearance, the sunlight entered the room through the window and fell on Wanqing's body, and three thousand green silks were lazily scattered on her back and shoulders.

Although he couldn't see her face, such a scene made Feng Mochen's heart throb.

Feng Mochen walked behind Wanqing lightly, looked at her back and didn't speak for a long time.

"The prince won't just come to see me, will he?"

Wanqing's voice sounded again, and Feng Mochen still didn't answer.

Wanqing wanted to stand up and see what Feng Mochen was doing standing behind her?

"Don't move."

Feng Mochen stopped Wanqing and motioned not to let her stand up.

Feng Mochen picked up the comb on the table and stood behind Wanqing, the comb in his hand gently shuttling between her hair.

The movements of Feng Mochen's hands were very light, and I was afraid that a little force would hurt her.

"Your hair is shiny and dark, and it's nice to the touch."

Feng Mochen seemed to have forgotten the purpose of his visit, and combed Wanqing's hair with a focused expression.

"Is the prince just here to help me comb my hair?"

Feng Mochen put down the comb in his hand and hugged Wanqing tightly into his arms from behind.

Wanqing didn't understand what was wrong with Feng Mochen, he wouldn't want to take advantage of himself again, right?

Feng Mochen buried his face on Wanqing's shoulder, smelling the fragrance in her hair, and couldn't help but feel a lot calmer.

"Ma'am, I don't know what you've said to him, I just hope you don't do anything to hurt yourself, okay?"

Feng Mochen's voice was a little pleading.

Wanqing's body stiffened in place, allowing him to hold it.

"Lord Wang, you're too worried."

Wanqing didn't want to enter the palace, and now she told him, telling him that she was just one more person to worry about.

"I know you're cold, and you don't want to tell anyone anything, and I don't force you, just don't leave me, be by my side and let me protect you, okay?"

Wanqing didn't make a sound, she didn't know how to answer him.

Feng Mochen saw that Wanqing didn't answer him, and he knew that Wanqing was probably already making a decision at this time, although he didn't know what Wanqing was going to do.

"Madam, I will definitely protect you."

Feng Mochen knew that he couldn't change Wanqing's decision, so he naturally wouldn't sit idly by.

"Madame, I'll help you with your hair."

With that, Feng Mochen let go of his hands and let Wanqing out of his embrace.

Pick up a comb and help her curl her hair.

Neither of them spoke, except for the sound of a comb running between their hair.

Feng Mochen's technique is a little rusty, and he has never given hair to other women, this is the first time.

Feng Mochen picked up a pair of hostas on the table and inserted them into his hair, Feng Mochen looked left and right, and seemed to be very satisfied with his craftsmanship.

He picked up the bronze mirror and handed it to Wanqing, who took the bronze mirror in Feng Mochen's hand and looked left and right.

"I didn't expect the prince to have his hair curled."

Wanqing raised the corners of her mouth, picked up the veil on the table and wanted to hang it on her face.

Feng Mochen snatched the veil from Wanqing's hand and threw it aside,

Wanqing looked at Feng Mochen suspiciously, I don't know what he meant?

"Actually, you don't have to cover your face, in my eyes, you are more beautiful."

Feng Mochen raised his hand to eat and pressed it against Wanqing's chin, and gently lifted her head.

Facing Wanqing's face, Feng Mochen couldn't help but bow his head and kiss it.

"Lord Wang!"

Just when Feng Mochen was in love, Wan Qing's cold voice came.

Feng Mochen's face was stunned, and he reluctantly moved his face away, and his fingers were withdrawn from Wanqing's chin.

"Madame is so tempting, every time I see the princess, my body becomes restless!"

Feng Mochen changed back to his original state, and the smile on his face became ruffian.

"Lord Wang, it's already half a wasted person, it's better not to have this impulse again!"

Feng Mochen, who was choked by Wanqing's words, couldn't speak for a long time, but just kept glaring at Wanqing.

"It seems that if you don't let Madame feel it, I'm afraid Madame will always misunderstand this king!"

Looking at Feng Mochen's rogue smile, Wanqing disagreed.

Now in Wanqing's eyes, Feng Mochen is just pretending!

"Lord Wang, are you done with your words? I won't send it after that! ”

Feng Mochen sat on the table, crossed Erlang's legs, motionless, what do you look like.

Wanqing also ignored him anymore and sorted out his things alone.

"Lord Wang, cherish yourself more from now on."

Wanqing's voice was very small, but she was listened to by Feng Mochen word for word.

"You! What do you mean? ”

originally looked like a hanger, but when he heard Wanqing say this, the expression on his face became very sharp.

"It's not interesting, the prince just listens."

Wanqing doesn't like parting, and she doesn't want to say goodbye to Feng Mochen when she leaves, so she should say goodbye at this time.

"What the hell do you mean!?"

Feng Mochen grabbed Wanqing's two arms with both hands, the strength of his hands was very strong, and Wanqing's two arms were painfully grabbed by him.

Wanqing looked up at Feng Mochen with bloodshot eyes, what was he afraid of?

Feng Mochen realized that he was too excited, scratched Wanqing, let go of his hands in embarrassment, turned around and punched the table.

"Are you going to leave me too? I also had a glimmer of hope that you could stay by my side, but I didn't expect you to leave me like my mother! ”

Feng Mochen's voice was a little desolate, and the lonely figure sat on the ground.

The scene when the concubine left him kept flashing in his mind.

Wanqing held the arm that was scratched by Feng Mochen with both hands, and stared at Feng Mochen who was sitting on the ground.

"No one is always by your side, you need to live strong on your own."

Although Wanqing's words were a bit of a failure, she didn't want Feng Mochen to be strong, instead of spending her days like this.

"You go, I won't stop you from looking for your happiness, this king knows that your heart is not satisfied with just one princess of Qi."

Feng Mochen lowered his head, his gaze kept on the ground.

Wanqing didn't explain much, and she wasn't good at explaining.

The two froze, and the room became quiet again.

"Princess, can the old slave come in?"

Mama Wind's voice broke the silence in the room.

Wanqing glanced at Feng Mochen, he didn't seem to have any intention of getting up.

"Come in."

Wanqing walked out of the room, she didn't want Feng Mochen to look at her like an embarrassed appearance.

"Princess."

Mama Feng pushed the door into the room, her face was full of something, Mama Feng knew that the prince was in the room, she pointed to the back room.

Wanqing nodded lightly and motioned for her to say directly,

"Princess, the master sent a letter, saying that there is a concubine in the palace who was placed in the harem by the master, and the princess entered the palace and took the token to find her!"

Mama Feng took out a jade pendant and a note from her sleeve and handed it to Wanqing, who took the things handed by Mama Feng, looked at it and stuffed it into her sleeve.

"The princess has nothing else to do, so the old slave retreats."

Mama Wind exited the room and closed the door.

When Wanqing came to the back room, Feng Mochen had already stood up from the ground and sat on the chair, and the emotions on his face seemed to have recovered.

"Is the princess going to pick up someone again?"

Feng Mochen stood up from his chair expressionlessly, wanting to leave.

As he reached the door, Wanqing's voice sounded from behind him.

"Wait..."

Feng Mochen turned around when he heard this, but unexpectedly, a moist and soft ice lip was attached to his mouth.

Before he could retract his stunned expression, he immersed himself in a tender kiss.