Fei Yanyan raised her head, just in time to meet Qingyue, who was looking down at her, still with those melancholy golden eyes.

The first time she was held like this, her face turned red instantly, and she hurriedly picked up Qingyue's cloak and hid her head under her clothes.

Qingyue was like this, in the distant view of the people, holding Fei Yanyan and walking back to Changle Fang step by step, and where she passed, the people gave way.

"Lord Mo, the last general doesn't know that the prince has passed here, and he can't..." The general hurriedly bowed his head and confessed, but was directly interrupted by Lord Mo.

"It's okay, this king has just come back from hunting and passed through here. Today, I will take the brothers to eat and drink, and relax!"

"Thank you, Lord Wang!"

The general left with his soldiers.

"Lord Mo, do you want to call that woman over?" The guards accompanying Lord Mo seemed to see Lord Mo's intentions, and hurriedly asked.

"No, it's rare to have a Double Ninth Festival banquet once a year, so let's have a good holiday! As for the mistake I made, early tomorrow morning, I will personally come to the door to apologize!" After speaking, Lord Mo took the guards and left.

"Take it to the top floor!"

At this time, everyone had already come to Changle Fang, and under the arrangement of Gray Yue, Qingyue carried Fei Yanyan to the attic on the top floor, while Ling Yafei and Zhikai helped Gray Moon go to the kitchen to make dinner.

"I'm going to take care of Fei Yanyan too!" Zhi Kai shouted, while being dragged forward by Gray Moon's hands.

"What are you going to do? It's enough to have a green moon, what are you making a fuss about? Besides, so many people are eating, how can I be busy myself? Fei Yanyan has just been injured, don't you have to make up for it?" Gray Moon said scoldingly.

In the attic, where there is only one bed and the size of a few steps, it is the room of the gray moon.

Qingyue slowly put Fei Yanyan on the bed, and saw that she was still holding her cloak and burying her head all the time, thinking that she liked her cloak very much.

"Like it?"

When Fei Yanyan heard the sound, she hurriedly pulled out her head and sat up, seeing that she was "safe" in the house, and then looked at herself alone with Qingyue, which made her very unnatural.

"No... Sorry for the trouble!"

"Bear with me. ”

Fei Yanyan said to herself, never daring to look him in the eyes.

Qingyue brought hot water and a hand towel, sat beside her, fixed her right arm with her left hand from in front of her, and prepared to draw an arrow with her right hand, the faces of the two were so close for the first time, and the sound of breathing was clear and audible.

"Wait!" Fei Yanyan saw that he was holding his arm, and he was so close, and stretched out his hand to stop him.

Qingyue thought that Fei Yanyan was scared, or had some other request, and looked at her extremely seriously, waiting for her next "appeal".

I saw Fei Yanyan, gritted her teeth, started directly, pulled out the thorn arrow, and instantly blood splattered on the gauze curtain and the ground.

Qingyue didn't feel anything when she saw blood, but she was stunned by the girl in front of her who was so ruthless to herself!

"My wound heals quickly, no matter what injury I have since I was a child, within half a day, it will heal, Master said that I eat well and have strong healing ability!"

Fei Yanyan took a towel by herself, passed the hot water, and gently wiped the blood from the wound, seeing that Qingyue hadn't spoken for a long time, a stinging pain made her no longer so nervous, and chatted casually.

Qingyue didn't make a sound, but quietly looked at the beautiful girl in front of her. Obviously he looks thin, but his personality is very strong, and even if he is injured, he doesn't rely on people.

He has seen all the things that Gray Moon has experienced with his own eyes, and he has always believed that the women in the world are all Hongchen women, sentimental, and easy to "break", fragile, and useless. But here in Fei Yanyan, what he sees is very different from what he thinks!

Fei Yanyan wanted to find a long cloth to wrap the wound, she looked left and right, but she couldn't use it.

"Don't move!"

Qingyue took out a delicate small box from between the sleeves of her hand, which contained wolf poison ointment, made from the rhizomes of wolf poison flowers, which had the effect of eliminating accumulation and clearing blood.

He carefully helped Fei Yanyan apply it to the wound, and looked up at her from time to time, thinking that she would frown and even cry in pain, and the wolf venom ointment would burn when applied to the wound!

Fei Yanyan not only did not change her face, she didn't say a word, but her eyes were staring straight at her wounds.

It's not that there are fewer pain nerves than others, and it's not that the pain will be halved in oneself, but because I've been strong for a long time, I'm always alone, and I get used to the pain every day!

Qingyue took out a pure white handkerchief from between her sleeves, embroidered with wolf poison flowers, accompanied by the word "moon", wrapped around it and gently tied it on Fei Yanyan's shoulder.

"Half an hour, don't move!"

Qingyue's voice is thick and magnetic, and listening carefully will make people have a few skin bumps.

After speaking, he forcibly "stuffed" Fei Yanyan into the quilt. Stay by the bedside, one hand on the knee, hand on the cheek, close the eyes to recuperate.

"That, I haven't asked your name yet!" Fei Yanyan felt from the bottom of her heart that communicating with Qingyue would save words if she didn't think anything else!

"Blue Moon"

"Oh" Fei Yanyan really didn't know what to say next, this was too easy to say, and Qingyue didn't open her eyes when she said her name, obviously she didn't like to communicate with herself.

In this way, Fei Yanyan only showed her head, looked at the ceiling, and lay quietly for ten minutes.

At this time, her inner monologue:

"Isn't it, I'm really going to lie here like this for half an hour?"

"Besides, there's a man by your side!"

"The most important thing is that I haven't eaten yet, and my wine!

The more Fei Yanyan thought about it, the more her heart became congested, she frowned, looked up at Qingyue tentatively, and saw that he was still "sleeping" there, thinking that the wound was okay anyway, it was better to go out now to find everyone to meet and drink, should eat, drink!

She got up cautiously, tiptoed to lift the quilt, put on her shoes, and didn't forget to look back at the "sleeping" Qingyue, and "rushed" out with an arrow step.

Qingyue was at the first step of Fei Yanyan's "rushing" out, opened her eyes instantly, grabbed Fei Yanyan's neck, and dragged her back, like a prey, Qingyue picked her up.

Qingyue didn't exert much strength, but Fei Yanyan rushed out with great strength, and as soon as she struggled like this, Fei Yanyan's collar was torn to both sides, revealing her chezi and her white fragrant shoulders. Through the back collar, you can vaguely see that on Fei Yanyan's back, there is a large lotus tattoo, which looks like fire and lotus.

"What are you doing!" Fei Yanyan was very unhappy when she saw that her collar was cracked, she waved her hand back indiscriminately, signaling him to let go of himself so that he could tidy up his clothes, and as a result, he accidentally hooked Qingyue's silver-white hair, which was fluffy and felt very good.

This fluff made her love it, and she twisted it with one hand, and it was actually kneaded into strips.

Qingyue didn't care, she supported her leg with one hand, and put her right hand around Fei Yanyan's shoulder, another princess hug.

This time, Fei Yanyan's shoulder felt the temperature of Qingyue's palm, so warm and thick. She was "stuffed" back into the quilt again, and before she could lie down, Qingyue covered herself with a quilt, a "heavy" long arm, pressed on her back, and it happened to be her belly. Due to the fast movement, Fei Yanyan's arms were still outside, so she had to "surrender" and put her arms down.

"And a thousand!"

Qingyue looked at Fei Yanyan's eyes through the melancholy golden eyes, and the slender eyes were even deeper and very charming.

It turned out that Qingyue's so-called "closing his eyes and recuperating his mind" was actually counting there, counting to exactly one thousand eight, and then letting Fei Yanyan move.