Chapter 270 Strong affection, Feng Jue dyed into the boudoir

"Pupil, what's wrong with you?" Feng Jueran held her in his arms, asked urgently, and gently patted her on the back twice.

In the gentle man's voice, Mo Xuetong slowly returned to clarity, but she was powerless to push him away and grab his skirt. At this moment, she didn't know what she wanted or what she wanted to refuse, and she didn't ask why Feng Jueran appeared in her boudoir so boldly during the day.

She didn't want to know anything and didn't want to ask anything. All she knew was that her heart was very painful, tearing her heart like ice and fire.

How can it be like this! How can this be! How could this happen!

"Pupil, don't be afraid, I'm here, and my father has just agreed to marry." Perhaps he felt that Mo Xuetong trembled in his arms. Feng Jue dyed and hugged her tightly with more and pain. He felt the pain of the person in his arms and said gently, "If you want to cry, cry. Don't be afraid, I'm here!" It's okay!"

It's okay. I'm fine here!

Mo Xuetong's heart exploded in a bang, as if something had stopped insisting, and the collapsed corner curled from the edge to the center. Those so-called persistence was not persistence, and the so-called defense had no power.

What she wants is to get a sincere protection for herself!

That's all I want!

No one is so tolerant of her in the last life or in this life. You can protect her for no reason. You can tell her that it's okay. I'm fine here and can give her a quiet territory...

Big tears slipped along her delicate muscles and fell to her cheeks. Her tears kept falling and did not stop. It was because of her mother, but now it was for herself.

Through her tears, she has seen clearly that the person in front of her is Feng Jue Ran, the evil man who has been saying that he wants to marry her, not the man in her memory who stepped on his body.

However, I don't know why, she just wanted to cry, just wanted to cry, and cried so hard!

Reborn for a lifetime, she cried and was also cautious. Unexpectedly, at this time, the fortress of her heart was lost and tears couldn't help falling.

Holding her warm arms made her confused. At this time, the man, who had always been evil and ruthless, looked at her at a loss, hugged her with concern, and patted her clumsily. He was a little surprised and worried. His eyes, which had always been strange, were clearly full of heartache.

The suppressed crying in her throat suddenly enlarged. She didn't know what her mood was, but she tried to vent her sadness, pain, complex and entangled emotions filled her chest, as if she were going to cry the pain of two lifetimes at once. She leaned against his chest and listened to his strong heartbeat for a moment. The confusion...

She cried a lot here and was worried about Molan outside. At first, she just thought she was venting, so she deliberately left her some space. Something like that happened. The lady's heart was hurt, and it's good to cry. She can't remember that it can be so painful inside. If she continues to cry, it will hurt her body.

I couldn't help but want to go up and pat the door and say, "Miss, Miss, how are you, Miss, Miss..."

"Molan, don't worry, Your Highness is in there." The hand was suddenly held by Mo Ye.

Your Highness? Molan is closer than the other maids. She knows that Mo Xuetong has been very close to King Xuan recently. Even the Mo Ye around her was given by King Xuan, but how could King Xuan appear in the young lady's yard at this time? But she won't ask these questions in a senseless way. Miss needs someone to comfort her at this time.

Looking at Mo Ye, Mo Lan silently retreated to Mo Ye's side, but did not leave.

"Would you like to ask your maid to come in to clean up for you and cry like this? I would think you wanted to marry me so much that you were so excited and out of control when you heard your father's marriage." Feng Jue dyed with a soft smile and stretched out his big hand to wipe her tears. He practiced martial arts. His palm was a little rough and fell on her pink face, but there was no discomfort at all.

Mo Xuetong bit her lip and ignored him and sobbed.

"Don't cry. My father still wants to see you for a while. How can I see my father like this? My father must think that I forced you." Feng Jue said with a smile.

Do you still want to see Emperor Zongwen? Why? Mo Xuetong was stunned, and there were still two unfallen tears hanging on her long eyelashes, which looked really cute and tight.

"Come on." Feng Jue's eyes became more and more gentle, and suddenly shouted.

Mo Lan, who was guarding the door, Mo Ye and the two had been listening quietly. Hearing the call inside, they hurried in. Sure enough, they saw King Xuan sitting in front of the couch, and their young lady hugged him tightly. They couldn't help shouting in consterred: "Miss."

Sensing the consteration of Molan's eyes, Mo Xuetong woke up, blushed, suddenly pushed away Feng Jue dyeing, and his face was stained with a faint blush.

Feng Jueran didn't care. Gu Zi turned to the table, sat calmly, and served tea with ink leaves.

"Take some ice cubes to relieve your master's swelling, and you have to see someone later." Feng Jueran completely called Molan as if she were a master, but Molan was stopped by him without taking two steps: "Don't use ice. That's too cold. She is weak and can't stand it. Just use eggs!"

With this, Mo Xuetong almost couldn't hold back the tears at the corners of her eyes.

For a long time, Molan didn't ask for help. She did everything by herself. There were more men in the lady's room for no reason. If it spread out, the young lady's reputation would be ruined. However, she did not dare to do anything about Xuanwang. She only came and stayed by Mo Xuetong's side and was unwilling to leave.

Feng Jueran sat aside and watched them in a hurry and did not rush.

"Molan, you go down." Mo Xuetong lowered her head, leaned against the edge of the bed, lowered her head and rubbed herself with eggs. There were two more people in the room, but the atmosphere was even more embarrassing. She didn't know what to say for a moment, so she had to turn her head and say to Molan.

"Miss, maidservant..." Molan looked at Feng Jueran sitting on the side and stopped talking.

"It's okay. You go down. I have something to ask the prince." Mo Xuetong sniffed and barely gave her a smiling face that reassured her.

"Yes!" Seeing Mo Xuetong like this, Molan had to retreat.

The door was carefully brought up, and the room suddenly quieted down. Mo Xuetong took the shelled egg and rubbed his eyes with his head down. He really didn't know what to say.

"Are you feeling better?" Feng Jue dyed put down the teacup, lowered her head and asked with a smile. The sun fell from behind him. The enchanting purple seemed to be with some extreme vividness, which was touching. Jumping in the gentleness of the corners of his eyes with some subtle jokes, which made people taste a little narrow for no reason.

Mo Xuetong blushed and was a little ashamed. She put down the egg in her hand, bit her lips and said, "I'm fine."

"It's still a little swollen." Feng Jue said with a smile.

"Then I'll rub it again." Mo Xuetong picked up the egg again.

"No, that's fine. There must be someone in the palace who likes you like this." Feng Jue dyed it.

Mo Xuetong thought he was joking, ashamed and angry. He bit his lip and didn't look at his bright eyes.

"If you are given to me, the queen in the palace must be disgraced. If she sees you cry and your eyes swollen, she will definitely like it very much." Feng Jueran sat down by the bed with a smile, took the egg in her hand, and threw it into the empty bowl on the table.

Because he was close and had nothing to do in his hand, Mo Xuetong was also a little embarrassed. She bit her lips and said for a while, "Why does the queen like me to cry?"

"The fifth princess likes Bai Yihao. I heard that you are quite close to Bai Yihao. Bai Yihao seems to pay great attention to you. Naturally, she hates you. She begs the queen to match you to the eldest prince of the State of Yan, only wants to match you far away, and the queen herself is very dissatisfied with the proposal of Princess Yunruo and doesn't want to make her own My daughter married the eldest son of the State of Yan.

"The queen and the fifth princess are not satisfied with the eldest prince of the State of Yan. Naturally, they set their goal on you. You are the status of a princess and have no power. If you marry to the State of Yan, you can not only block the eldest princess Yun Ruo's mouth, but also avoid the fifth princess from marrying far away. Why not do it?"

Feng Jue dyed his hand and held her in his arms, with one hand around her thin waist.

Mo Xuetong subconsciously wanted to push him away.

"Pupil, don't move, I just want to hug you." A gentle and mellow voice came from above his head, "They thought you were still in filial piety, so I didn't dare to take action, but I went to ask my father directly. Although my father can't marry you now, he can call you."

As if he thought of something, he smiled gently, and the vibration of his chest was slightly warm, as if something was burning on her face, close to his chest, slightly hot.

She knows what he means. She is still in the period of filial piety. Naturally, she can't blatantly get married. Even Emperor Zongwen can't break this relationship, but he can let Emperor Zongwen meet her in person for the reason of asking Emperor Wen to marry Emperor Zongwen. Since he knew that she was in the favor of King Xuan, even Emperor Zongwen agreed. Even if she can't get married for a while, no one dares to do anything about her marriage, which protects her to a certain extent.

It's just that his reputation is a little bad, and even the woman who is still in filial piety will not let go of him. How romantic and honest he is!

He was inexplicably moved and inexplicably warm. His head was still in his arms. He leaned on him and stopped moving. He said sullenly, "Does this affect you?"

"What's the impact? At most, I'm lustful and romantic, and I won't even let go of the women in the period of filial piety." A somewhat aggrieved voice came from the top of his head, accompanied by some enchanting laughter. This person always has no serious time, both talking about business and using this tone.

But inexplicably, it made her relax a little and gently pushed him to signal him to let go.

"When you go to the palace, don't worry. Naturally, when your father sees you like this, he thinks that you have been wronged and won't embarras you. If the queen can meet him, just salute at will. Anyway, you can't see other palace concubines. Even if you see it, you don't have to care. I He has always been in an arrogant name, which makes my princess angry.

Is he worried? So I made a special suggestion and admonishment!

"Well, I know." Mo Xuetong nodded and answered.

In the last life, as her mother said, she was far away from the palace without knowing it, but not from the calculations of people's hearts. She was so simple that she ended up with her soul.

In this life, she will not escape. Since she can't stay away, she chooses to catch up...

The corner of the eye is on the letter paper by the pillow, and the eye marks on it are stained. It seems that I can't see the handwriting clearly. The paper is full of tears is fragile without a trace of resilience. In some places, looking along this angle, I can see some traces of tears more clearly, which seem to be old marks. Is it my mother's tears?

Her tears fell on her mother's tears. Whether she was also like herself in those years, she cried and sobbed silently. She had no choice but to leave her young daughter. Her mother's heart must also be painful...

Thinking of this, tears can't help but surge...

"Okay, don't look at it. Think about how to reply to your father in the palace for a while." Following Mo Xuetong's eyes, Feng Jueran also saw this letter paper, but he picked it up without curiosity. He just smiled. He gently flicked on her white and tender forehead and said, "Don't make your father dissatisfied for a moment and make you unable to be Princess Xuan, but you really want to cry."

Mo Xuetong couldn't help but want to pink him. As soon as she said a few serious words, how did she become like this when she came to him? Looking at his beautiful face, she showed an evil smile, like the king of flowers blooming in spring. She became more and more evil and stared at him inexplicably.

Seeing her confused water eyes looking at herself, the smile on Feng Jue's face became more and more handsome, pushing her hand and saying, "Do you think you are handsome and beautiful? You have earned it by marrying."

"You're talking nonsense, who is me..." Mo Xuetong was a little tongue-tied.

"Isn't he the king of handsome Shenwu? Is there anyone else!" A conceited and arrogant face.

"..." This man is really narcissistic, Mo Xuetong is speechless!