Yue Qingge wrapped her sleeves, and her palm gently pressed against Feng Yu's waist. After a while, Feng Yu felt a slightly cold breath coming from his waist, and then a tingling pain.

"Ahh

A scream resounded through the room. Feng Yu kept taking deep breaths before recovering for a long time.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It's a little bit. ”

"Your waist was injured some time ago, and now it is so badly injured, you should take care of it, otherwise it will hurt in the future. ”

"Oh. Feng Yu struggled to sit up, but unexpectedly it involved the injury, and he frowned in pain.

Yue Qingge stepped forward quickly: "Don't move, carry you to the bed for the teacher to lie down for a while." ”

"Good. ”

Feng Yu leaned on Yue Qingge's shoulder, looking at the other party's handsome face, and couldn't help but bend his eyebrows.

Yue Qingge looked sideways slightly, and quickly hugged Feng Yu to the side of the bed and put him down: "Have a good rest." ”

"Hmm. Feng Yu's gaze fell, and he suddenly stretched out his hand, but as soon as his fingertips touched Yue Qingge's collar, he was grasped by one of them: "What are you doing?"

"Huh?" Feng Yu looked at the hand that was being held, a little stunned, looked up at Yue Qingge, for some reason, he felt that Master Beauty's reaction was a little big, "Master, your collar is a little messy." ”

Yue Qingge looked at Feng Yu's clear eyes, and slowly let go of her hand: "Come for the teacher himself." ”

"What's wrong, Master?"

"It's fine. ”

......

Subsequently, Ying Shan sent fish soup, and learned that Feng Yu had injured his waist, so he hurriedly stepped forward to check, and saw that there was no major problem, so he put his mind at ease.

After Ying Shan left, Yue Qingge stayed outside for a while with Dudu in her arms, and went back to the house to drink fish soup for Feng Yu, who knew that Feng Yu fell asleep and talked in her dreams.

"Hurt ......"

"Snow?"

"Don't touch me!" Feng Yu's eyes were closed, and his hands kept waving. It looks like he's having a nightmare.

Yue Qingge was slightly stunned when she heard these three words. He called Feng Yu a few times, but he didn't see Feng Yu wake up. After thinking about it, he slowly closed his eyes. Soon, his figure blurred into a streamer and entered Feng Yu's brain.

The night is thick and the yard is brightly lit. Yue Qingge looked around and saw the word "Chen" written on the lantern hanging high next to her.

"Chen Mansion?" Yue Qingge said subconsciously.

At this time, Feng Yu's shouts came from the room again. Yue Qingge walked into the house quickly, only to see Feng Yu being pressed on the bed by Han Ming, his clothes were disheveled, his cheeks were red, and his eyes were full of water.

And Han Ming put one hand around Feng Yu's waist, and kept teasing under him with the other.

The scene is quite ambiguous.

Yue Qingge froze in place until she heard Feng Yu's cry.

"Don't, Master, Master......"

Yue Qingge came back to his senses, and at this time, Han Ming had already kissed Feng Yu's lips, making it difficult for him to move.

Seeing this, Yue Qingge's eyes flashed with anger, and she threw up her sleeves to make a move, and suddenly thought that this was in Feng Yu's dream, so she had to turn around and leave in a hurry.

As a streamer of light came out of Feng Yu's brain, Yue Qingge slowly opened his eyes.

On the bed, Feng Yu was still struggling. Yue Qingge raised her eyebrows, showing a look of pity. Then he raised his hand to cover Feng Yu's forehead, and soon, Feng Yu quieted down, and his face gradually calmed down.

Yue Qingge got up and came outside the house, looking at the mountains and forests in the distance, silent.

Not long after, Xuan Li came.

"Holy Venerable, I heard my mother say that Mao Mao fell and was injured, is it okay?"

"Well, it's okay to rest for a few days. Yue Qingge said, seeing Xuan Li looking around, and said, "He's asleep now." ”

"Oh. Xuan Li glanced at the doodoo in Yue Qingge's arms, "Is this little guy making a fuss?"

"It's okay, I eat and sleep, and I don't make much trouble. ”

"That's good. ”

Yue Qingge thought of what he had just seen, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Master Xuanli, do you know that the snow is beside the Demon Venerable......" Speaking of this, Yue Qingge paused, not knowing how to continue.

"What?"

"That's it, nothing. ”

Xuan Li looked at Yue Qingge suspiciously, and then seemed to think of something: "Maomao won't still worry about having a doll, right?"

Yue Qingge looked stunned: "What did you say?"

"We of the Linghu clan will also have dolls when we are of the same sex. Xuan Li pouted, "Mao Mao disappeared that day, and I went with Feng Ze to find Mao Mao, who knew that he was in the hands of that bastard." That bastard must have done something to Maomao, otherwise Maomao wouldn't have worried about having a doll. ”

Yue Qingge's eyes flashed, and she couldn't help but think of the scene she saw in Feng Yu's dream, and under her sleeves, her slightly cool fingertips slowly closed.

"Holy Venerable, is Mao Mao still worried about this? Why don't I talk to my grandmother and see if she has any medicine......

"No, Dumpling Xue didn't mention it, and Master Xuanli won't mention it again in the future. ”

"Oh. But when it comes to that bastard, I'm angry. Mao Mao has been by his side for so long, and I don't know how many times he has been bullied, it's really hateful!" Xuan Li gritted his teeth and said, "If I let me touch him next time, I will definitely peel off his skin and avenge Mao Mao!"

Yue Qingge's eyes turned slightly, and she couldn't help but think of the conversation between Han Ming and Feng Yu in the mountain col before.

"In the bath of the National Teacher's Mansion, on the main bed, on the Chen-sama's Mansion, and in Shengshan, you ...... With this seat, didn't do anything?"

"You forced me!"

These words seem to still echo in my ears. Yue Qingge's face was calm, and her gaze turned cold.

At this moment, a burst of aroma wafted in. Xuan Li sniffed, and his eyes lit up: "The fish soup sent by my mother, hasn't Mao Mao drunk it yet?"

"Nope. ”

Xuan Li was overjoyed, trotted to the house, and swallowed saliva while holding the fish soup: "Can I taste it?"

"Hmmm......"

Xuan Li took a small taste, and immediately nodded: "Wow, it's so delicious, I didn't expect a big man to make such a delicious fish soup." ”

"This soup is ......"

"Feng Ze, that kid boiled. I got up early in the morning and boiled it, saying that Mao Mao couldn't get used to eating things here. Hey, don't say it, this kid really cares about Maomao. ”

Yue Qingge glanced at the fragrant fish soup: "No matter what you say, he is also the eldest brother of Dumping Snow, so he is naturally good to Dumping Snow." ”

"Yes. Xuan Li pouted, reluctantly put down the fish soup, and inadvertently glanced at the bedroom, only to see Feng Yu sleeping soundly on his side, one hand casually on the pillow, revealing a tempting collarbone. Most of his black hair was scattered on his shoulders, making his complexion as white as snow. The delicate and perfect sleeping face is like a beauty in a painting, which makes people can't take their eyes off it for a long time.

"Tsk, Maomao's appearance is really more beautiful than a woman. Xuan Li walked over softly and kept looking at Feng Yu, "No wonder when Mao Mao danced, those men stared at Mao Mao in a daze. ”

Yue Qingge rolled her eyes lightly and stepped forward to fold the quilt for Feng Yu.

"By the way, Holy Venerable, you haven't seen Mao Mao dance, have you?" Xuan Li laughed, "It's beautiful." ”

Yue Qingge pursed her lips and was silent, in fact, he had seen it.

"I've saved it all with psychics, so I'll show you. ”