After a while, Feng Mian took Lin Mo and fell into the courtyard of Fengyi Chen in King Yu's Mansion.

The pavilions in the courtyard are full of fragrant fragrance and extreme elegance.

The lights in the main hall were bright, Lin Mo followed Feng Mian and approached, and Feng Mian knocked on the door: "Lord Wang." ”

After a moment, Feng Yichen's cold voice came from the room: "Come in." ”

Feng Mian pushed the door in, Lin Mo followed him into the room, bypassing the screen, Feng Yichen's face was pale, he was reading the book in one hand and was looking intently, and he didn't see Lin Mo beside Feng Mian.

He covered his lips and coughed lightly, his eyes did not leave the book for a moment, and asked lightly, "Have you brought the words?" ”

Feng Mian opened his mouth to remind Feng Yichen that Lin Mo was beside him, but before he could speak, Lin Mo next to him said: "No." ”

When the words fell, he saw Feng Yichen's hand holding the book paused, raised his eyes to look at her, and before he could speak, a rapid cough came.

Lin Mo hurriedly took two steps forward, sat on the edge of the bed, pulled his hand over, and probed his pulse.

During this period, Lin Mo's brows became tighter and tighter, he raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Yichen deeply, and said, "If you don't understand this poison, sooner or later your body will be dragged down." ”

Feng Yichen raised his hand, and Feng Mian retreated, closing the door tightly.

His white jade-like hand clenched into a fist, covered his lips and coughed lightly twice, raised his eyes to look at Lin Mo but hooked the corners of his lips: "It's okay, you can still hold on for a few days, and it's not too late to wait for this king to finish what he should do." ”

When he said this, Lin Mo didn't want to force it, got up and took out a few silver needles from his waist, and said to Feng Yichen: "The prince take off his shirt." ”

Seeing that Feng Yichen didn't move, he pursed his lips and smiled: "What is the prince afraid of?" Are you afraid that I will do something unspeakable to the prince when I see it? If so, wouldn't the prince just make me responsible for the prince. ”

Hearing her words, Feng Yichen chuckled, leaning on the bed with his elbows and looking at Lin Mo with his head half-tilted, which was really seductive.

Lin Mo turned his head uncomfortably, and heard Feng Yichen chuckle again.

Her eyes moved slightly, she turned her head, leaned down, put her arms on Feng Yichen's sides, and looked at him with burning eyes.

A wicked smile appeared on his lips, and he leaned over and put his lips close to his ear and whispered: "Lord Wang, this is tempting me, my self-control has never been good, if Lord Wang is like this, I can't blame me." ”

With that, he untied his moonlit brocade tunic with both hands, put his hands on his shoulders, and tore off his clothes.

Looking at Feng Yichen's shocked eyes, the corners of Lin Mo's lips were hooked high, I have to say that his small appearance is very rare.

She pressed him to the bed, got up, picked up the silver needle that had been placed aside, and pricked him in the heart before she breathed a sigh of relief.

This King Yu, why is it so difficult for him to take off his clothes, when can he take it off neatly, there is no need for her to sacrifice the hue.

Feng Yichen was lying on the bed honestly, and his deep eyes were a little complicated.

Lin Mo squatted on the edge of the bed and stepped on his feet, lying on the side of the bed with his chin propped up and looking at Feng Yichen, and after a while, he raised his hand and yawned.

Since she took off Feng Yichen's clothes, Feng Yichen has been honest, lying motionless on the bed, and she didn't even move her eyes.

Lin Mo was bored, his jade-like fingertips were placed on his abdominal muscles, and he poked it, it was quite hard, not at all as soft and glutinous as Feng Yichen and easy to push down.

Her unintentional action made the lying person's body gradually heat up, until she felt that Feng Yichen's breathing became a little heavy, and Lin Mofang reacted, this action was somewhat ambiguous.

The white skin touched by his fingertips turned crimson, Lin Mo seemed to be burned, and suddenly withdrew his hand, and the next moment someone hugged his neck, and his red lips were sealed by a soft object.

Lin Mo's eyes widened suddenly, looking at the long eyelashes that were close at hand, he reached out to push him, and the corners of his lips overflowed: "Needle...... Your ...... Feng Yi Chen......"

Because he had a needle on his chest, Lin Mo's hand could only attach to his waist and push him out, and his skin was silky.

Lin Mo sighed deeply, didn't struggle anymore, and slowly cooperated with Feng Yichen and slowly put him back on the bed.

His kiss was full of predatory flavors, and the feeling he gave Lin Mo was indifferent to me. At this time, he actually made Lin Mo's heartbeat a little uncontrollable.

This kiss lasted for a long time, and Feng Yichen's kissing skills have improved a little compared to before.

He reluctantly let go of Lin Mo, his eyes were deep, he looked at Lin Mo's eyes and said, "Mo'er, is it okay to be the princess of this king?" ”

His voice was low, with some deceptive hoarseness, Lin Mo almost blurted out for a while, but fortunately he came back to his senses in time.

In view of Feng Yichen's sudden attack before, Lin Mo got up and stayed away from him, and said with a smile: "The prince is a prince, and he may also become the son of heaven in the future, why are you so persistent with me as a broken flower and a willow?" ”

Feng Yichen was silent for a long time, her eyes as black as ink looked at her quietly, and after a while, she said loudly: "You don't have to check, the child belongs to this king." ”

……

Lin Mo was stunned.

What did he say?

The child is his!

So, the one who was strong that night was the one who was strong?

I remember that he said that he couldn't move that night because of the poison, so he let the original owner succeed.

Is there such a coincidence in this world?

That's not right, why did he go to Qinglou with poison?

This is, Feng Yichen seemed to see what she was thinking, and continued: "Xinyuelou is also the king's, what you are worried about, the king has already planned, so don't worry." ”

This matter was a little unbelievable, Lin Mo couldn't accept it for a while, she squatted down again and rubbed her swollen temples.

Just this matter, if it wasn't deliberately arranged, it can only be said that the fate between the original owner and this King Yu is too strong, so one in ten thousand things can be encountered by her, which is really speechless.

After being silent for a long time, Lin Mo finally accepted the matter, got up and pulled out the silver needle on his chest, and smiled coldly: "That prince and I are really very fateful. ”

What she wants to say is that Feng Yichen has a relationship with the original owner, but isn't she the original owner now?

Yes or no, she was a little unsure.

Feng Yichen sat up and put on her clothes, watched her put away the silver needle and was about to leave, stretched out his hand to hold her, and raised his eyes to look at her: "You haven't said that you don't agree to be the princess of this king." ”

Lin Mo turned around, pulled his hand out of his hand, pursed his lips, and said casually: "I haven't thought about it, I'll talk about it when I think about it." ”

"Okay, this king is waiting for you."

Lin Mo looked at him lightly and explained: "After that, go to the Hanging Pot Hall after lunch every day, and I will help you delay the spread of the poison in your body." ”

"Good!"

Lin Mo didn't say anything more, turned around and walked out, and when he walked to the screen, he half-turned his head and looked at him and said, "The child's name is Lin Ziwen, I don't believe in your words, if you have time tomorrow, take me to Xinyue Tower to verify it." ”

"Good!"

This time, Lin Mo walked out of the room directly, and let Feng Mian, who was guarding the door, take her out of Yuwang Mansion.

Lin Mo, who returned to the General's Mansion, lay straight on the bed, looking up at the light blue curtain on the bed.