Chapter 296 Heartache, Feng Jue is injured

The firelight burned her. She was so painful that she couldn't see the person in front of her. Someone rushed into the fire and picked her up, regardless of the burning fire on her body. Such a fierce hug, such a panic sound, as if there was a great fear, was the panic of losing her beloved...

Who will come to save her? Who cares so much about her? I can't see what's in front of me. It's just a confused firelight. My consciousness is slowly disappearing. I can only hear a man's heartbreaking cry. slid down silently with tears and dreaming again. Who entered her dream and can't hover again and again? Who cares about the previous life? Hers!

She is just a person who has been used of the surplus value. Who will pity her and who cares about her so much? She called her name so gently and panicked and rushed in to save her regardless of the fire on her head. She was willing to be a single-hearted person and never separated from each other. In the last life, she was so simple. Just for this, she was willing to do everything.

However, in her last life, except for cheating or cheating, no one really treated her. How humble her demands were!

"Pupil, pupil..." Someone called her in her ear, and her voice was so deploring. Why didn't this dream wake up? It's because it was too eager for someone to care about it. Does anyone feel sorry?

Tears are getting hotter, and the feeling of heartache rushes to my heart, as if to tear her heart apart. In fact, she didn't ask for much, and she unconsciously clenched it.

Looking at the desperate and fragile grief on the beautiful face of the girl in front of her, Feng Jue dyed involuntarily reached out and hold her head, stroked the cold sweat on her forehead, and muttered sadly, "Pupil, Tonger wake up, Tonger wake up!"

This sound finally made Mo Xuetong suddenly open her eyes and look at the extremely beautiful face in front of her. For a moment, she didn't know where she was. She subconsciously clenched her fists and put them on her chest. Such a vigilant action made a trace of chill and heartache flashed at the bottom of Feng Jue's eyes.

What kind of experience is it that frightens her as little girl!

Looking at her cold sweat and tears on her face, his heart was unprecedentedly painful! Is that injured, fragile and desperate girl really always strong, intelligent and even a little cunning Mo Xuetong?

No matter who hurts her, he will make him pay the price.

"Pupil, what's wrong, have a nightmare?" He took out a snow-white veil and gently wiped her tears. His lazy voice was as warm as wine, which was very soothing.

Mo Xuetong slowly recovered, blinked her long eyelashes, and her eyes returned to agility. Huer pressed on the edge and got up, looked at the surrounding environment and asked urgently, "Where is this?"

This is not her boudoir!

There is a row of bookcases by the window on the left, and a large coffee table on the right, with a couch in the bottom, and now she is lying on the couch with Feng Jue. Although the two are neat and don't know when her clothes will be worn, the two of them are so close to **. Why don't they make her panic?

The mood in the dream disappeared, leaving a trace of panic in his eyes.

She doesn't doubt what Feng Jue dyed, but Feng Jue's condition looks extremely bad.

The wide purple robe was worn on him, which actually looked a little loose and did not tie a belt. A black and thick hair was so casually scattered, and the flawless face of the more and more hair was handsome. Maybe on the bed, the long hair was a little messy, and a few strands fell on the shoulder, with A little lazy and casual.

The light is on inside, illuminating a not too big place. The beautiful facial features are a little pale under the light, and there is a trace of fatigue at the bottom of his eyes. Although there is a gentle smile at the corners of his mouth, the look of his eyebrows is not good. The fragrance of the window leisurely exudes a faint fragrance on his body, no Thick but fresh.

But Mo Xuetong still keenly caught a faint smell.

He looked suspiciously at Feng Jue, who was holding his lazy head and was holding a handkerchief to wipe her tears, looked up and down at him again, and then said, "What's wrong with you?"

Feng Jue dyed raised her eyebrows, put down the handkerchief in her hand, and seemed to be quite teased: "Pupil asked the first sentence or the last sentence, and I have to give me time to answer whether this sentence is not."

"The last sentence!" Mo Xuetong pushed away the hand that stretched out to tease her long hair. Her long hair was still the same as when she went to bed, scattered on her shoulders, adding a little weakness to her, but a little more clear in her eyes.

"This is a long story..." Feng Jueran said leisurely with a smile.

Mo Xuetong rudely interrupted his procrastination opening remarks and reached out to flirt with his robe: "Speak the point."

"Oh, Tong'er, although my father has agreed with our marriage, there must be a difference between men and women. It's not good now." Feng Jueran reached out and took Mo Xuetong's little hand and reluctantly pinched a serious way.

"Do you say it yourself or do I see it?" Mo Xuetong stared at him unmovedly, with a jumping anger in his eyes and such a strong smell of blood. He really thought that this bit of sandalwood fragrance could be covered.

Under her angry stare, Feng Jue was defeated and had to have a bitter face and a flattering face: "Pupil, I'm hurt."

"Let me see how it hurt." Mo Xuetong patted his hand and persistently lifted his robe. His robe was not tied tightly, only half covered. After pulling it away, he found that there was a thick layer of cloth wrapped around his chest. The shirt could not be tied as usual at all. Blood oozed out from under such a thick cloth. Although he could not see the wound, he also knew that he was injured. It is extremely heavy.

Mo Xuetong's lips turned pale, and his lips trembled twice. He was stunned there. He was really injured! And it's not easy to get hurt, and the rumors outside are actually true!

No wonder he ignited a fragrance here.

"Pupil, I'm in pain." Feng Jue dyed her eyes with a gentle smile, and stretched out her hand to hold Mo Xuetong's hand. Her eyes were watery, which was extremely touching.

Mo Xuetong anly knocked off his outstretched hand and pointed to his chest and said coldly, "What is this?"

She never thinks the rumors outside are true.

Hearing the trace of reluctance in Mo Xuetong's breath, her handsome eyes became brighter and brighter, and the light flashed, as if pure water was flowing, flowing out a little broken diamond-like light.

"Pupil, someone else hurt me, and others stabbed me." Feng Jue nodded aggrievedly and looked bitter.

"Then why don't you lie down." Mo Xuetong pushed Feng Jue dye, which was half sideways away, sat up, let him lie flat, and pulled off the high pillow cushion behind his head. She said angrily, "Is it really pressed by drinking flower wine in the building?"

This wound is a stab wound, and he really has the face to say that to the outside.

"With Tong'er, how could I drink flower wine? It's clear that someone wronged me. You also saw Tong'er. Is this wound under pressure? Now this person really has everything. In the future, Tonger will never believe it when he hears similar things. Don't Tonger believe a character like me!" Feng Jue dyed his face full of righteous indignation, as if he had suffered great grievances, and his poor and handsome face showed a little flattering look.

Mo Xuetong curled her lips and ignored him at all!

If he hadn't sent someone to spread this, how could he have said so? He would dare to say that he would hit the door!

"Who sent someone to hurt you? Why don't you say it?" Mo Xuetong raised her head and frowned and asked, since it was a stab, it can't be hidden. Anyway, it was not him who was injured at this time, but the most seriously injured. As long as Emperor Zong Wen saw this wound, he believed that he would understand that someone wanted his life and why didn't hide it for others.

As she spoke, she reached out to untie the cloth on his body. The blood had oozed out and should have been bandaged.

"It's not good to kill between these brothers. I'm afraid that my father will be annoyed for a while. Of course, I can't say that." Feng Jue dyed her eyebrows and turned sideways very cooperatively, making it easy for her to untie her hands.

Mo Xuetong was a little annoyed. She reached out and gently pressed his wound, which really caused him to scream. Looking at his pale and forced to endure, Mo Xuetong was a little unbearable, and her hand trembled slightly.

After a sound, she took a deep breath and exhaled another calm face. Her fingers flexibly opened the wrapped wound cloth and gently dispersed layer by layer, waiting for the scar towel to fall down. Mo Xuetong was stunned to see the big wound that had scratched the right lower abdomen from her left upper chest, and even her heart trembled.

I almost didn't see him!

This cognition made her face pale in an instant, and her hands and feet were cold. She didn't dare to think about it. She only felt that at this moment, her heartbeat almost stopped beating. How could he, how could he...

Tears welled up and biting my lips to suppress the inexplicable throbbing in the bottom of my heart!

She couldn't say clearly about that kind of emotion, as if she was sad and afraid, and only felt a dull pain.

She is scared! After her rebirth, she felt afraid for the first time. A pair of warm hands stretched out to her side and held her powerfully. She seemed to immediately grasp the support point and held him with her backhand.

"It doesn't matter, I don't hurt." His voice was low with a smile.

But she was painful and scared. She bit her lips and couldn't say a word. She looked at his deep wound in a daze, and the coldness in her eyes disappeared, and she was a little at a loss.

Feng Jue's narrow phoenix eyes had a shallow and gentle smile and promised her with an enchanting smile: "Don't worry, I didn't make him feel better at that time. He is still lying ** and can't get up now. That hand is half useless, and he can only pretend to write a few small words in the future."

Everyone's hand is hurt, lying ** can't get up.

Mo Xuetong's eyelashes flashed, and suddenly you understood that after two tears slipped down, it was endless anger. He suddenly pushed his hand away and stood up angrily, "Where are the scar and medicine?"

Feng Jueran didn't expect that Mo Xuetong would suddenly be angry. He was anxious, and the enchanting smile on his face could not be preserved: "Pupil..."

"Where is it?" Mo Xuetong ignored him. After asking a question, she went to look at the box bag on one side. Sure enough, she opened it and saw a roll of snow-white cotton cloth and some medicinal powder. She smelled it. Sure enough, it was some medicine for muscle injury. She took it and put it aside, sprinkled the medicine on the wound neatly, and carefully cut a large section of the white cotton cloth.

Cold eyes motioned him to raise his body. Feng Juedan cooperated obediently and looked at her little face with a flattering face. Mo Xuetong carefully cushioned him and tied them up layer by layer. Every time she had to lie down to approach him, Feng Jueden's beautiful eyes were happy and smiling.

Pupil is really worried about him. She is angry that he doesn't care about his body!

This cognition made him like drinking honey in an instant, sweet to his heart!