Feng Lishang was still dazed, but saw the person in his arms tilted his head and finally leaned on the crabapple-colored arms very consciously. Feng Nishang's smile became brighter and brighter. He finally held Mo Qingcheng's soft body with one hand and shuttled between Mo Qingcheng's black hair with the other...

It should be a very laborious thing, but Feng Lishang did it, but he felt indescribable. He was very pious and serious, just like caring for his beloved baby. Wan Qingshi, he had only been for others twice in his life, but he was all this person. Should he say it was a coincidence or was it destined to be...

Feng Li Shang tied his hair and then he easily stretched his hand that was holding Mo Qingcheng into Mo Qingcheng's waist...

I'm afraid that only this person can do the mezzanine of the belt, and I'm not afraid of panic...

Feng Lishang carefully inserted the blood-red hairpin into the person in his arms, and then stared quietly in the night, as if he was appreciating the fruits of his own labor, and looked very carefully... At that moment, a kind of delicate tenderness even grew in the air...

In the next second, the crabapple body shook slightly, and a hint of redness slowly oozed out from the corners of the mouth, which was originally smiling, but it did not drip, only reflected the moonlight, giving birth to a hint of enchantment...

Feng Lishang smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly. His face, which was comparable to a woman's face, began to become pale...

Is this the initial reaction? The closer we are to that person, the more the Gu is, and the more useless this body is...

He remembered that when Yu Wangqing Villa, he had only had an occasional palpitation... It turned out that he had already missed this farewell...

Feng Lishang shook his head, and flashed in the next second, disappeared into the vast night, leaving only the begonia, falling quietly...

When Mo Qingcheng woke up, it was already sunny. The bed was very soft and he was sleeping very comfortably, but his neck hurt. He was in a daze and seemed to have the feeling of electric shock. He was very familiar, but he couldn't say it...

The waiter who was pushing the door and put down the wash water, then quietly retreated...

When Mo Qingcheng stretched his waist and got up from the bed, he was shocked when he lowered his head. Is she so lazy? She fell asleep without even taking off her clothes...

No, did she remember that she was thrown on the roof by Mo Qinghan's pervert yesterday? Later, later... Damn, she couldn't remember...

Mo Qingcheng frowned and walked towards the washbasin. When he bent down, he was slightly stunned by the reflection in the water...

The mask is still there, only the hairpin on her head and the tall black hair...

What happened last night...

Mo Qingcheng was still stunned, but the next second, the door was kicked open...

Mo Qinghan stood at the door, with his dark eyes as red as a pool. His clothes were the same one he wore yesterday. At this moment, he looked a little messy. He looked a little tired after seeing Mo Qingcheng. When he saw Mo Qingcheng, he returned to normal, and only showed a sarcastic curve, Leng Mei said

"I said why didn't you see you all night? It turns out that I enjoyed a happy life in this font..."

Mo Qingcheng was stunned, then said with an idiot

"You've looked for me all night?" That expression was very innocent, no different from 25...

But I saw Mo Qinghan turn his face away, smile contemptuously, shrugging casually, and said with disbelief.

"I don't have that free time..."

Mo Qingcheng smiled, scratched his head, and said stupidly

"Yes, you definitely don't have that free time..."

Mo Qinghan was so angry that he turned around and left. Before leaving, he did not forget to close the door so shockingly...

Mo Qingcheng stared blankly at the wooden scrap falling from the door, and then said to himself with an innocent look on his face.

"Why does this man turn his back on his face?" After saying that, he lowered his head and washed his face randomly, then took off the hairpin from his head and put it back into his waist, tied his hair behind his head randomly, and then left the door...

Mo Qingcheng walked out of the inn like that. No one cared about her room fee, and no one cared about her knocking over the plate in the second hand when she went downstairs...

When I arrived at the door, I saw Mo Qinghan riding on his black horse...

The beauty was around, but she didn't rub the dark horse like before. The bruise on the horse's butt was extremely distinct...

Mo Qingcheng slandered himself, and this horse was really as virtuous as the man riding him... Yesterday's guerrilla war was afraid that her family had suffered a loss and was hit by a hoof, so she didn't dare to go up today...

Mo Qingcheng walked to Meise and hugged Meise's neck intimately, but he still didn't forget to say something in Yu Meise's ear.

"Be good at beauty, let's change another day and teach it to lick your ass every day..."

When Meise heard this, she responded and made a neat sound. Her head was swaying more joyfully than a rattle. She immediately squatted down and let Mo Qingcheng ride...

Mo Qingcheng smiled proudly and turned over the horse, but saw that Mo Qinghan didn't talk to her, and urged the horse to start rushing...

This place is already within the territory of Feng Kingdom. Ruomo Qingcheng guessed it well. They rested in the inn for a night yesterday, and today, they should go directly to the palace...

Shangshang, isn't it time to meet?

Along the way, Mo Qinghan did not say a word to Mo Qingcheng anymore. He only thought that this was a very normal thing. If the man pulled her to say something, it would be the sun coming out of the west... So he followed behind him very calmly. For a moment, the atmosphere was a little dull...

After a while, the group saw the vermilion palace gate standing in front of Mo Qingcheng. Although Mo Qingcheng had watched a lot in the TV series, he was only now that he became one of the people in the plot, his heart was still surging...

It was a very generous feeling, as if she had lived this door and had a kind of mind that looked down on the world... In the past, she didn't know that feeling, but at this moment, she suddenly understood why some people would rather guard the last city than leave the Golden Dragon throne without living...

Perhaps, just that kind of style makes people love it...

Mo Qinghan handed over something similar to a document to the guard, and then he saw that the guard was relieved...

Red walls and green tiles, carved railings and jade, roundabout and complex... These words are not an exaggeration to describe the palace, but they feel like they are unable to do so...

The golden steps slowly came over the crowd, and Mo Qingcheng felt that his temperament was probably not comparable to that of a few people in this world...
Chapter completed!