Feng Wu looked up and saw Feng Xun.
When I saw Feng Xun, I thought of what happened at the bottom of the lake, and then thought of Jun Linyuan, and the words he said crossed in my mind—
Feng Wu, please remember your identity!
It is your freedom to like me, but please restrain your actions so as not to trouble me!
Feng Wu's original calm mood suddenly surged up in anger!
She knew that she couldn't implicate her anger on Feng Xun, so she glanced at him indifferently, walked sideways, and left immediately.
Feng Xun had never seen such an indifferent phoenix dance. At this moment, she was frozen by the chill in her eyes and almost forgot to react.
"Feng Xiaowu—"
Feng Xun frowned and immediately pulled Feng Wu.
But Feng Wu turned back and nodded to him indifferently: "Let go."
"What's wrong with you? Why is there a strong smell of blood on your skirt? Are you injured?" Feng Xun was anxious, "There is a Jingbo Lake near here, the lake is crystal clear, misty, very beautiful, go, I will bring Go take a shower and wash up."
When Feng Xun mentioned other things, it was okay. When it came to Jingbo Lake, suddenly, the string called rationality in Feng Wu's mind collapsed!
"No need to!"
After all, Feng Wu shook off Feng Xun with all his strength, and walked away angrily!
Looking at Feng Wu's back that seemed to be burning with a flame, Feng Xun looked puzzled.
"Did you provoke her?" Xuan Yi walked out from behind the tree, holding the sword in both hands.
What a serious and serious boy looks, but also a curious little gossip.
Feng Xun's eyes were innocent: "No."
Xuan Yi didn't believe it: "If it wasn't for you to provoke Feng Wu, how could she have such a big temper? Feng Wu is rare among girls to be reasonable."
Feng Xun didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I really didn't provoke her."
"That's why you confessed to her?" Feng Xun dragged Xuan Yi and talked about it all afternoon, all about whether or not to pursue Feng Wu.
"I think so—" Feng Xun smiled bitterly: "But, before she could say anything, she lost her temper... Then I was frightened."
Xuan Yi touched his nose: "Maybe she guessed what you were going to say and lost her temper on purpose to prevent you from confessing."
Feng Xun was a little depressed: "Is that so?"
Xuan Yi nodded seriously: "Of course, Feng Wu is afraid that if you reject you, you will not be able to come off the stage, so it is clear before you speak."
Feng Xun gritted his teeth: "Is it really like this?"
Xuan Yi snorted seriously, and said seriously, "Then why don't you explain why she looks so ugly? Has she treated you like this before?"
Feng Xun was about to cry: "...So she doesn't like me at all."
Xuan Yi said seriously: "Well."
Feng Xun, who was hit hard: "..."
Before Feng Wu entered her tent, she heard quarrels coming from inside.
Feng Liu sneered: "Qiu Ling, don't you know the honor of master and servant? Tell you to get out, get out of here soon! We're going to fix this tent today!"
Feng Yiran put his hands behind him and said nothing.
Qiu Ling was trembling with anger, and she and Mama Zhao kept the second lady behind her.
Qiu Ling stared at Feng Liu with a sneer: "Sixth Miss, this tent was given by Young Master Feng, and we built it ourselves. These sleeping bags are also sewn by us, and brought all the way from North City, when you open your mouth. You want all of them, how can there be such a reason in the world?!”
"Why isn't there such a reason? The main servant will die, and the servant will have to die! As a servant of my Feng clan, do you still have the heart to resist? How dare you!" Feng Liu shook his hand and threw a whip at Qiu Ling!
(End of this chapter)