"Is it hot in the carriage?" Feng Qianyan frowned and felt it, "It doesn't seem to be very hot!"

As he was talking, Feng Yiyan's gaze stayed on Xiao Yuchen's neck, and he saw that there were some faint water stains on the neckline of the white shirt behind the side of the white neck, and the roots of the hair were also slightly wet. I didn't pay attention to it before, but after a closer look, Xiao Yuchen's white jade-like face turned a little abnormally white.

Seeing that Feng Qianyan frowned and stared at himself, Xiao Yuchen smiled faintly and said casually: "This king felt a little hot just now, but it's much cooler now." ”

Feng Tianyan's little face was cold, he threw the book aside, pulled Xiao Yuchen's wrist, and buckled his fingers.

"Hot, when Miss Ben is a three-year-old?" the wind glanced at him, and calmed down to take his pulse.

"It's really fine. Xiao Yuchen wanted to withdraw his hand, but was tightly held by Feng Tianyan with his other hand.

"Don't move!" Feng Qiyan shouted angrily, and Xiao Yuchen had no choice but to give up struggling.

After a moment, Feng Qianyan let go of his little hand.

Xiao Yuchen shook his wrist, withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes, and said while reaching for the book, "It's really fine." ”

"You're hurting your heart?!" the wind looked grim.

Xiao Yuchen stretched out his hand to the book, raised his eyes to look at the wind, and smiled faintly: "This king doesn't know what Yan Yan is talking about." When did this king break his heart?"

"Okay, you keep pretending!" Feng Qianyan was still very confident in his medical skills, so he said angrily.

"What did this king pretend?" Xiao Yuchen took back the book, leaned lazily on the carriage, and looked at the wind with a funny face.

"Don't admit it, right?" Feng Tianyan grinded his small teeth and narrowed his big eyes, "Then let's verify whether Miss Ben's pulse number is accurate!" As he spoke, his little hand stretched out and grabbed the belt on Xiao Yuchen's brocade robe.

"Yan Yan!" Xiao Yuchen's gaze moved to his waist, and his big hand clasped his little hand, "What are you going to do?"

"Take off your clothes!" Feng Qianyan shouted three words with anger.

Xiao Yuchen chuckled: "Hehe, hehe, Yan Yan likes to take off the king's clothes so much?"

"Who likes to take off your clothes!" Feng Tianyan said, his little hand tugged at Xiao Yuchen's belt, and glared angrily, "Do you want to say it?!"

Xiao Yuchen's eyes flashed, he sighed, and had to admit: "This king is indeed hurting. ”

"How did it hurt? Before I went out, I was obviously fine!" Feng Qianyan let go of Xiao Yuchen's belt and withdrew his small hand from under his big hand.

"Just now, this king was cultivating, and he was surrounded by the sound of Yan Yan's flute, and he almost went mad. Xiao Yuchen said seriously.

Feng Tianyan narrowed his eyes and questioned: "It's an assassin outside, the prince is cultivating at this time, and he can even calm down and not worry at all?"

"Since you dare to let Yan Yan out, this king is completely sure, what is there to worry about?" Xiao Yuchen said lightly, as if the wind poured out to face the man in black, it was an easy thing to do.

The wind lowered his eyes, and the corners of his lips hooked up a smile. This guy is obviously talking nonsense, not to mention that the tune he played can't interfere with his cultivation, even if he cultivates in the carriage, it must be fake. He must have some secret he didn't want to let know, so he didn't ask.