Mo Yarui suddenly fainted. Although she woke up later and said it was nothing serious, she was just a little weak and suffering from heatstroke. She just needed to pay a little attention. If something like this happened, Feng Juexuan would not be able to stay any longer, so he said goodbye to Feng Juoran. When leaving, he repeatedly told Feng Jueran not to use the excuse of being unwell tomorrow, otherwise the emperor would be really angry.
Feng Juoran also sent Feng Juexuan to the door, while repeatedly promising that he would attend the banquet in an orderly manner tomorrow and would never be lazy.
By the time Feng Jueran came back, Mo Xuetong had changed into a homely light green chest-length undershirt and walked out of the inner room. Seeing Feng Jueran come in, she took the handkerchief from the maid's hand and pulled him The skirt of his clothes signaled him to lower his head, and carefully wiped his sweat with a handkerchief.
After all, it was still summer. This time, there was a long way to get to the door of the house, and Feng Jueran was very prone to heat. After a while, sweat was already visible on his forehead.
All the maids in the room had already seen the opportunity and retreated.
Feng Juoran watched happily as Mo Xuetong weighed his feet and wiped his sweat carefully. Her fragrant body moved towards his arms, her eyes were almost dripping with water, and she stretched out her hand. He hugged Mo Xuetong, ignoring her struggles, and directly hugged her on the chair sitting on the side. He leaned on her neck and took a long breath. He closed his eyes and murmured: "Tong'er still smells good."
"You're not serious." Mo Xuetong pouted her lips and pushed her. Seeing that he still ignored her, she simply stretched out her hand to tug his ear, "Let me tell you something serious."
"Say." Feng Juoran said lazily. He opened his eyes and turned his head. Seeing her displeased watery eyes widening, filled with depression, he immediately straightened up and reached out to pat her. His back showed that he was listening very seriously and attentively. Then he smiled slightly, raised his handsome eyebrows and asked, "Tong'er wants to know about the top-quality southern pearl necklace?"
"Where did that necklace come from?" Mo Xuetong leaned on Feng Juoran and asked with a slight curl of the corner of his mouth.
There is a faint light of wisdom in her beautiful eyes, and her whole person is as pure and soft as a beautiful lotus, but she is also transparent and alert different from other women, which makes her whole person feel as if she is covered in mist. Enveloped by an ethereal temperament, Feng Juoran turned to look at her, his eyes full of gentle doting, the corners of his red lips curved, he looked at her with a half-smile and asked: "How did Tong'er know about this necklace? "
It was really difficult for her to answer this. She couldn't talk about the previous life. She had heard about it. She simply pulled Feng Juedan's sleeves and shook her coquettishly: "Don't worry about where I know it. First tell me if this is the case." There's something wrong with the necklace, and you happen to know about it?"
Seeing her charming and trusting eyes, Feng Juoran's brows became happy again. He glanced at Feng Juoran, with a gentle smile on his handsome, almost evil face: "That string of southern beads is What was sent from the land of Nanman was a gift for my father. I received it a few days ago. Because something happened to the Nanman Crown Prince, the box was not sent. I thought I would wait a few days to talk about it, but I didn’t expect that someone would be thinking about it. On."
Although his voice was lazy, there was a touch of coldness in the corners of his eyes, and a trace of sinisterness burst out from the corners of his eyes, adding a bit of Shura-like bloodlust to his handsome face. His good big brother's hands were really Sir, the news just came out over there, and he had a reaction here. He actually wanted to encourage Tong'er to open the jewelry box. It was really abominable.
Mo Xuetong stretched out her hand to pull the slipping arm gauze to her wrist. She blinked her eyes and smiled sweetly at Feng Jueran: "King Chu deliberately mentioned this top-quality southern pearl necklace in front of me to arouse my curiosity. Heart, go and open that box. Is it possible that there is something shameful in that box, so you can’t open it?”
In the last life, Mo Xuetong locked herself in the backyard, so even though she only knew a little bit about this major event that shook the government and the opposition, she only knew that a very favored concubine of Emperor Zongwen died unexpectedly, and that the beloved concubine in the palace also died together. Many people there died miserably, and the reason was that all the arrows in the South Pearl Necklace given by the Queen were pointing at the Queen. Emperor Zongwen hated her so much that he almost crippled her.
But she didn't know the specific reason. After thinking about it for a long time in the pavilion, she always felt that it must have something to do with the box. Otherwise, this item was a tribute from the Nanman. How could the queen see it and give it to the beloved concubine? Later, something like that happened. The objects of the Southern Barbarians were inherently weird, so they should be on guard against them.
Feng Juoran held Mo Xuetong in one hand and rested on the table with the other. The purple sleeves of the bloody Mandela outlined with red silk threads intertwined with gold threads hung down from his elbows, which made him look even more handsome and beautiful. Yin Hong's lips were slightly raised, her face was charming and her eyes were filled with joy, as she listened to Mo Xuetong's detailed analysis.
The folds of the eyes are shining.
"That box was sent by the Nanman. It has the national seal of the Nanman on it. When it is opened, the seal must be different. And I have long heard that in the Nanman, this box is also called Dora's box. In the Nanman language, Dora La means disaster, which shows that this so-called treasure of Nanman's country was originally a source of disaster, but it has been enshrined in front of the altar in Nanman's temple, and fewer and fewer people know its true meaning."
"Then what are you going to do? Do you want to offer this box? What will happen if something happens to you?"
Unable to bear looking at Mo Xuetong's frown, Feng Juoran stretched out his hand to gently caress her slightly frowned brow, and explained softly. Seeing that Mo Xuetong's eyebrows were smoothed, he stretched out his hand again. He held Mo Xuetong's tender fingers as green as green onions in his hand, put them to his lips and kissed them gently, then half-raised his sparkling eyes. Mo Xuetong's heartbeat accelerated when he saw it, and she couldn't help but curse this guy secretly. His appearance is really charming.
Even though she has been married to him for so long, she is still seduced by his inadvertent charm.
Feng Juoran was very satisfied with the hint of obsession in Mo Xuetong's eyes, picked up Mo Xuetong's hand, put it on his cheek and rubbed it gently, enjoying the soft skin on her palm with satisfaction, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, You don’t have to worry about this matter, no matter what the connection between Nanman Land and Feng Juexuan is, nothing will happen to me. Not only does he know some things, but I also know them.”
He slowly rubbed the palm of his hand, like a trickle of blood flowing along the limbs. Mo Xue's watery pupils were slightly misty. Although the pupils were blurred, his thoughts were still clear: "Is Feng Juexuan and Nanman There is a connection with the third prince of the land, so the Nanman prince who came here is missing, or is it related to him?"
"It doesn't matter. My husband has prepared all these things, so don't worry." Feng Jueran comforted her, pulled her hand over again, and kissed her.
Mo Xuetong was numb from his kiss, and there were faint ripples in her watery eyes. She raised her beautiful eyes coquettishly and said coquettishly: "I don't want to care about those things, and I can't care about them. Anyway, I have you, but the two people in Lianfu You must not interfere in this girl's affairs, it must be a matter in the backyard. You are a majestic prince, so if you show too much concern, it will be unsightly."
Feng Juoran knew what she was talking about, and he also understood that it was really inappropriate for him to interfere in this matter. On the one hand, he really shouldn't be involved in the affairs of a little maid in his own capacity. On the other hand, he also understood that if he interfered too much, If it happens, it will definitely attract the attention of the father, and it may make the father think that Tong'er is jealous. If anything happens in his house in the future, all the responsibility will fall on Tong'er.
However, he was really worried about letting Tong'er handle everything.
Seeing that he was still hesitating, Mo Xuetong's beautiful eyes showed a bit of grievance and hurt: "Am I just not trustworthy by you? Besides, I'm not acting alone. Didn't all your men help me get it done?" , just wait for me to respond when necessary. Is it possible that you also think that I am not good enough, so you don’t believe me?"
After saying that, there was a light mist in the water eyes, and she was about to cry. Feng Juoran felt distressed for a while, and reached out to hold her tightly in his arms. He sighed and said: "Okay, it all depends on Tong'er." , I naturally believe in Tong'er, but if something really happens, I must not force myself on you. Remember, you have me behind you at all times. As long as Tong'er needs me, I will be your unwavering support."
His words were not loud, and even with his lazy voice, there was an inadvertent temptation. It was like a feather brushing across Mo Xuetong's heart, and it immediately made people feel sour and astringent on the nose. , as if something was about to drip from her eyes, she bit her lip slightly, it hurt a little, but it also made her clearly feel that he really cared for her.
The tenderness in her heart almost overflowed, and the warmth almost gave her a shuddering feeling. She stretched out her hand, subconsciously hugged his thin and strong body, and buried her head deeply in his arms. , sensing his strong and powerful heartbeat, making him almost drown in his tenderness.
"What's wrong? Something doesn't feel right. I'm going to call the imperial doctor to see if he had heat stroke just now?" Feng Jueran immediately picked her up.
Mo Xuetong is in good health these days. Although the poison in her body has not been cured, after a period of conditioning, she is better than before. As soon as she felt comfortable, Feng Juoran immediately thought of what happened to Mo Yarui just now and secretly thought that it was also She suffered from heatstroke, and Tong'er's body was delicate and naturally inferior to others.
Mo Xuetong was originally so moved that she wanted to cry, but now seeing him so nervous, her heart felt sweet and sour at the same time, and she also wanted to laugh, so she simply rubbed her little face in his arms and said softly: "It's okay, I'm just a little tired."
Currently used, it is the most complete and best-used app for listening to books. It integrates 4 major speech synthesis engines and over 100 sounds. It is also a source-changing tool that supports offline reading. huanyuanapp.org Source-changing App
She is not really sick at this moment. If the imperial doctor really comes, it will not be laughed at.
Feng Juoran was stunned for a moment, then understood. A smile flashed in his eyes. He carried her into the inner room, gently put her on the couch, and said softly: "Take a good rest, don't be too nervous." If you're tired, I can leave the matter of those two maids to you, but don't be tired. If you don't obey, I don't mind solving the problem of the kid myself."
"Don't worry, I won't be tired, and I will get things done, don't worry." Mo Xuetong poked her face out of his arms, pouted her pink lips, and promised again and again.
Only she knows how busy Feng Juoran is. She seems to be wandering around like a person with nothing to do on weekdays. Only Mo Xuetong knows that he often discusses things until late at night, and sometimes falls asleep in the early morning. She, as his How could his wife not solve some simple things for him? Moreover, she would rather solve the problems of the He family by herself.
The last life, the last life, that was a hurdle that she could never let go of. Were the He family and the Southern Barbarians the disaster of Feng Juoran? Regardless of whether it was true or not, in this life, since she promised him this, she would stand with him in front of him.
Feng Juoran held up her hands and looked at Mo Xuetong and smiled slightly. Her dark eyes were quite transparent. She didn't understand what Mo Xuetong meant. Her eyes were so gentle that they were almost watery. He kissed her gently on her face and lips, Treat it gently and gently, as if you are treating it as the most cherished treasure... (To be continued)