Thinking of the powder scattered on her face, Feng Zhiwei also smiled lightly - it seems that this concubine Qing may not be so obedient.
I just don't know what kind of deal Ning Yi and her are making. If there is a chance in the future, I might as well deal with this lady.
She turned her mind back and forth, full of questions, but knew that she would not get an answer if she asked Ning Yi, so she put them all in her arms for the time being, but she didn't mention the matter of the pill turning into powder.
Ning Yi squinted his eyes at her, his eyes were like a fox looking for food under the moon, a smile gradually appeared in his eyes for a while, but he had already changed the subject, reached out to pull her again, and said with a smile: "The more you talk, the more hungry you are, There is a big kitchen not far from Jingshen Hall, let's find something to eat."
Feng Zhiwei still wanted to refuse, feeling that it would be over if she was hungry, when she suddenly smelled a strange and familiar smell on her shoulder, she subconsciously turned her head to look.
At this time Ning Yi's hand also arrived, originally to hold her hand, but seeing her tilt her head for some reason, the hand suddenly changed direction, raised her finger, and pressed it towards her shoulder.
Feng Zhiwei, who practiced martial arts, gave way subconsciously, and let out a snort, who couldn't control it with force, a piece of the clothes on his shoulders was grabbed off, revealing a snow-white shoulder with crystal clear muscles and bones, and even a small half of his chest. The skin on the front is slightly exposed, the skin color there is more delicate, the jade color is slightly red, and it is unspeakably beautiful under the moonlight.
Feng Zhiwei was startled, with anger in his eyes, Ning Yi was stunned, and smiled wryly: "What are you struggling for?" He threw away the rag in his hand, took off his outer robe and put it on her, Feng Zhiwei wanted to refuse Ning Yi didn't force himself, he grabbed the robe and looked at it with a smile, his eyes darted into those exposed gaps, Feng Zhiwei had no choice but to help him with the robe. put on.
The loose outer robe fell down leisurely, with a gorgeous and cool aura that belonged to him alone, Feng Zhiwei gathered the front of the skirt, remained silent, glanced at the piece of cloth torn from the corner of his eyes, and sighed slightly in his heart.
Ning Yi took off his loose robe, which was still his own robe, and took her hand with a smile, and he couldn't help but pull her to run around the palace in the middle of the moonlit night. He is the minister on duty tonight, and he is very familiar with the arrangements of the palace guards. Watching her turn left and right, she leaped over many dark and bright whistles in a very chic way.
At this time, the moon is in the middle of the sky, and the fragrance of flowers on a spring night is as strong as wine. The two of them walked hand in hand against the wind, their long hair and robes fluttering in the wind into flags, and then they were entangled together. , and then turned into each other's shining eyes.
While running, Ning Yi tilted his head slightly to look at the woman beside him, his eyes sparkled, and at the moment he was by her side, carrying a sleeve full of bright moonlight Yirenxiang, letting the wind wash over his slightly aching heart, without feeling the pain. Feeling happy and in a trance, happy that there is a moment when he is holding her hand and running at a very fast speed in this bound palace, even if it is only a very short distance, it is so difficult to be in a trance, even if she is in the palm of her hand, she can't grasp it Live like this wind.
However, he turned his face away in a blink of an eye, and looked far away at the mountains and seas... The shore of the land, is it the land of the king, as long as I hold the territory of this world, you are the wind, and you can only fly above my rivers and mountains wind.
He smiled slightly, his figure flashed, and he said softly, "Here we are."
This is one of the large kitchens in the outer court, which is specially used for the guards' supper. The supper has just been delivered, and the door has been closed and the fire is turned off. The two of them went in, and went straight to the food cabinet without any hesitation. One turned the top and the other turned the bottom. Hui Ningyi threw down a paper bag and said with a smile, "Rose pine nut cake!"
At the same time, Feng Zhiwei also smiled and threw a paper bag up, saying, "Ai Cao Qing Tuan!"
The two paper bags crossed in the air, each caught them and looked at each other with a smile.
The two distinguished fellows sat side by side on the kitchen floor and ate pastries. Like a pair of big mice, Feng Zhiwei stuffed his mouth full of pastries and asked him profusely: "How do you... know... I like roses... umm ... Cake..."
Ning Yi reached out and wiped a pine nut from the corner of her lips with his finger, smiled without saying a word, thinking how could I not know what you like to eat? Seeing her eating deliciously, a bright dimple formed on the corner of her lips, a little bit of pastry crumbs dangled in the dimple, she smiled suddenly, and leaned over to lick it with the tip of her tongue.
Feng Zhiwei let out an "ah", and then began to cough, her face flushed red - she choked.
Ning Yi hurriedly patted her on the back, and said with a smile, "Don't be the first person to choke to death on a pine nut cake."
Feng Zhi rolled his eyes at him, and sat a little further away, but he heard him say leisurely: "How do you know that I like Wormwood Youth League?"
Feng Zhiwei paused.
She... didn't know that he liked the wormwood green group.
She also likes the Wormwood Youth League, that's all.
Turning my eyes, I saw something bright and joyful in that person's usual faint and distant smile, and suddenly remembered the lonely man kneeling on the bridge in the rainstorm of the ruined palace. In this life, who really remembers his likes and dislikes, and who really takes his joys, angers, sorrows and hatreds to heart? Maybe there was, but it had already been buried in the silent palace, and when he knew it, it was too late.
And in his whole life, he has been hiding himself all the time, not even daring to let others know his likes and dislikes easily.
And she has always avoided him and even cared about him, and she has never really had the heart to inquire about his preferences.
Suddenly, there was a trace of sadness in her heart, and she lowered her eyes.
Ning Yi waited for a moment but she didn't answer her. What a delicate person he was, he immediately understood, laughed at himself, and said, "Actually, I don't really like it."
Feng Zhiwei slowly finished the pastry, smiled, and said: "I met Ning Cheng the year before last, and saw him go to Deji Bakery on West Street to buy freshly baked green doughnuts, he said that one made the best ones. "
She answered vaguely, but his eyes lit up.
After a long time, he gently stroked her hair and said with a smile, "No."
Feng Zhiwei looked at him questioningly.
Ning Yi looked deeply into her eyes.
"The wormwood green group I ate tonight is the best in my life."
Back from the big kitchen, Ning Yi didn't follow her anymore, but returned Gu Nanyi's jade sword to her, and found all the rose pine nut cake and wormwood green balls in the cabinet, wrapped them up and brought them to her Going back, Feng Zhiwei watched him wrap the Youth League in the package, knowing that her white lies hadn't fooled him after all, so she kept silent with a little guilt.