"What will happen?" Fenghuang's heart rose, Li Xiangren shook his head, and said with some shame: "I don't know, in short, you should always pay attention to the prince's body, and you must notify me as soon as possible if you feel uncomfortable."
"Okay, by the way, how on earth did you know that Qingye has the blood of Miaojiang people?" Fenghuang was attracted by Li Xiangren's knowledge of Qingye's blood, and he was very confused. Why did Li Xiangren know that Qingye has the blood of Miao Jiang? Could it be that there is some connection between them that she doesn't know.
Fenghuang only felt some inexplicable feelings slowly rising, and an inexplicable chill surrounded his body. Looking at Li Xiangren's slightly cautious look, Fenghuang was curious, but he also knew that Li Xiangren was unwilling to say more, so he changed his mind In other words, this green leaf may have something to do with some things in the past, and has a lot of thoughts. Fenghuang has always been unwilling to hide and choke, and the relationship with Li Xiangren and her is also extremely unkind, so he no longer has suspicions in his heart. Speaking bluntly.
"Could it be that you paid attention to Miss Qingye before, so you investigated her? Otherwise, you are interested in her?" Fenghuang said in a calm tone, and the sound just landed on Li Xiangren's heart.
Hearing Fenghuang's words, Li Xiangren turned his head abruptly and looked at Fenghuang with a panicked expression. Li Xiangren also did not expect that Fenghuang could only associate so much from her sentence "I went to Qingye's courtyard and the line of Miaojiang blood on Qingye's body."
But at this time, it must have been brought up. A past event of Li Xiangren that has disappeared for a long time, Li Xiangren laughed at himself in his heart. After hearing her question, he lost his expression, and he became more and more sure that there must be an internal cause for this matter.
A gust of wind passed by outside the window, and the leaves on the Qiongshu couldn't bear the weight of the world. With the wind of innocence, they fell down. Li Xiangren was blown by the wind and woke up from the cold. Fenghuang smiled brightly and said: "It's not important, and it has nothing to do with you. But the fact that Qingye girl is a descendant of Miaojiang people, I also learned about it by accident. Although it was unexpected, it didn't bother me."
Fenghuang knew what Li Xiangren meant, but was driven by curiosity, and kept pestering Li Xiangren. Anyway, she was a girl, so she didn't believe him. Li Xiangren looked at Fenghuang without laughing or crying. Li Xiangren understands that Fenghuang just wants to see the excitement at this time. Seeing his excitement, Li Xiangren groaned in his heart, how could he explain the reason to Fenghuang.
However, Li Xiangren, who was getting more and more impatient with Fenghuang's pestering methods, finally compromised and said: "My mother is also a descendant of Miao Jiang, so I can see it."
Suddenly, Fenghuang vaguely remembered the letter he saw in Li Xiangren's room. The yellowed letter said Xiang'er. Thinking of that letter, Fenghuang's heart turned over, as if Understand the weirdness in that letter before.
Fenghuang then restrained his expression, and asked Li Xiangren in a joking tone: "Back then, the uncut letter I saw was written to you by your mother? Why didn't you tell me? That was given to you by your mother?" Fenghuang looked at Li Xiangren with a hint of teasing in his heart.
However, Li Xiangren looked at Fenghuang's face and was shocked in his heart, knowing that talking more would make Fenghuang more proud. He should know that Fenghuang is very intelligent, so he is no longer willing to speak too much.
But Fenghuang didn't give Li Xiangren a chance to say nothing, and said to Li Xiangren directly: "Did something happen to you with your mother, otherwise, why do you look disgusted when you mention your mother? Is it possible?" Yes..." Fenghuang said sincerely but with a hint of malice.
When Li Xiang knew that Fenghuang had blocked him, he turned a corner and said to Fenghuang: "My lord just fell asleep again, and I should be awake at this time. You should be needed at this time, so hurry up and go in." , we’ll talk about this later. You can’t leave Yang Yanjing behind and study me and my mother, can you?” After speaking, Li Xiangren gave Fenghuang a playful smile and went into the room.
Fenghuang was a little disappointed in his heart, knowing that he couldn't get out of this by pressing the question, and one thing was missing. Worries about Yang Yanjing rose again in his heart. Because Qingye brought out the matter of Li Xiangren's mother before, he delayed his visit to Yang Yanjing. Fenghuang was secretly annoyed. No matter what, Yang Yanjing should be The most immediate thing, think about the rest later.
Li Xiangren, who entered the room, knew that Fenghuang at this time would definitely not pester her any more. Yang Yanjing was Fenghuang's deathbed. Maybe Fenghuang hadn't realized it, but bystanders could clearly see that Li Xiangren watched the relationship between the two. With an affectionate appearance, there is no room for the existence of a third person.
Fenghuang headed towards Yang Yanjing, looked from a distance, it seemed that Yang Yanjing's complexion was not pale, so he hurriedly passed Li Xiangren, and rushed to Yang Yanjing's bed.
Looking at the two, Li Xiangren sighed inwardly, knowing that these two people had already formed a small encirclement circle, no one else could get in, they couldn't get out, so they stopped, turned around, and went out. Although they get along extremely impolitely, he understands some things.
Looking at Yang Yanjing's disastrous expression, Fenghuang felt not only why, but an abrupt and inexplicable feeling of discomfort rose in his heart. Fenghuang looked at Yang Yanjing, touched it with his hand unconsciously, held Yang Yanjing's hand, and only felt a cold chill. The pain in my heart became more and more uncomfortable, as if I was pressed in a closed space, unable to breathe, uncomfortable but helpless.
Phoenix Shuangjie stared closely at Yang Yanjing, with a blank in his eyes.
I don't want to follow the small movements of my fingers at this time. Yang Yanjing gradually regained consciousness, slowly opened his eyes, and woke up.
Fenghuang was on the side, looking at the astonishment between the moonlight and the blood. Just then, Fenghuang sighed in his heart, it's just that the beauty is just waking up, so he seduces her heart and soul like this, if she opened those star-like eyelashes, she should be stunning.
Fenghuang was still thinking about the scenes in Yangyanjing, and when he didn't want to, a hearty laughter came from his ears, which was deliberately suppressed.
Fenghuang's heart skipped a beat, knowing that she was ashamed again. It's not too much about beauty, and it should be intentional.
Feeling the warmth from the palm of his hand, Yang Yanjing gradually restrained his smile.
After hearing this, Fenghuang finally stopped laughing, so he hurriedly thought: Yang Yanjing was injured before, so the wound on his body must have been robbed at this moment. Once there was a guess in his mind, Fenghuang hurried forward, attached to Yang Yanjing's body, lifted the corner of his clothes, and searched for small wounds that no one would notice.
Watching Fenghuang's every move, Yang Yanjing felt very warm in his heart. Then he grabbed Fenghuang, who was still groping around him with one hand, with a thick smile on his lips.
"I'm fine, Fenghuang, so don't worry about me anymore. Anyway, Qingye is gone, so let's stop being unhappy because of those outsiders." Yang Tingjing said slowly. Fenghuang knew that Yang Yanjing was comforting her, but the matter of Qingye still left a big mark in Fenghuang's heart after all.
She won't be depressed because of irrelevant people. Fenghuang saw that Yang Yanjing was still waiting for her reply. He was sick and looked very thin. Fenghuang couldn't bear it, so he said: "Okay, okay. Be with me." Each other forever." After finishing speaking, Fenghuang was curious and laughed at himself, and smiled at Yang Yanjing like a flower, as if he no longer took these things to heart.
The air is very dry and hot, full of laughter, swaying in every corner.