Madame General, Don’t Aggravate Me!

Mo Zichen released the purple salt, and soon, Mo Yu rushed with great effort.

"Is it all arranged?" He took his hand to face the wind, and his cold voice sounded like a knife in the cold wind.

Mo Yu's expression was also stern, and he nodded: "Well, everything is arranged. If you want to go, take Zizi as the number, you can always take you away."

"Very good." Mo Zichen said, "Another thing, you need to pass the news to Zi Qian as soon as possible, let him protect the 'Cup Mo stop' treasurer Feng Xi."

"Protect Fengxi?" Mo Yu was slightly surprised.

"Exactly." Mo Zichen then told Mo Yu about the incident.

Mo Yu immediately ordered to leave.

At that time, Fengxi in Yanjing City was still living as usual, unaware of the dangerous approach.

Feng Xi was a carefree, indifferent woman of fame and fortune, but since she met Mo Ziqian, she had something to worry about. Although she was optimistic, she was standing behind the counter in the store, still covered with spring breeze, and her smile was like a pearl, but somewhere in her heart was always covered with a haze.

During Mo Ziqian's healing, Feng Xi suppressed the thirst for concern, and he could not bear to visit him.

But Mo Ziqian once came to Fengxi, she personally went to the door to say thank you, but then, hiding alone in the upper room and drinking booze.

At that time, the crisis in Xixia was unsolved, and he had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of defending Yanjing City and the Royal Palace alone. Whether in the barracks or in the general palace, it is inconvenient to show a little sadness.

Only when the night is quiet and the feeling of longing for Tumi is overwhelming, and Mo Ziqian can't bear it, he will go to the glass and stop for a drink.

Every time, Feng Xi will personally receive, personally prepare the kitchen with good wine, personally carry the wine upstairs, and then accompany him for a drink.

Mo Ziqian asked her, and she answered; Mo Ziqian silently drank without drinking.

Feng Xi always looked at Mo Ziqian tenderly, even with a slight smile in the corner of his mouth, and could not see how painful her heart was at this moment.

The man she likes is suffering for other women.

This kind of cognition is like a sharp knife in Ling Chi's heart, every drink of his mouth, drinking in his mouth, but spicy in her throat. It's bitter, sour and astringent.

Later, after Feng Xi slowly relieved herself, the wounds gradually formed cocoons and became small pimples. They rested in their hearts and never disappeared, but they no longer felt pain.

Mo Ziqian initially refused her company, and later got used to her company, and then later, once drinking too much, Mo Ziqian finally couldn't hold back and opened the conversation box, regardless of rushing at her, and began to pour out her heart.

He kept telling stories about Tumi. How did her father and mother die, how did she wander away from childhood, suffered all the hardships, but also for revenge, how to be stubborn, at the expense of her life's happiness. Then, how did she come to Beimo, how did she like her, and how ruthless was she to herself ...

Speaking, saying, the big man's eyes were red.

Then, continue to drink, continue to drink, drunk until drunk, lying down on the table.

Fortunately, when Mo Ziqian was completely drunk, he would only sleep, not vomit.

Feng Xi had to help the buddies to help him to the backyard room.

Afterwards, he brought hot water towels in person and took care of him all night.

Until later tired, Feng Xi couldn't help but fell asleep beside the bed ...

Mo Ziqian woke up the next morning and looked around at the strange boudoir, surprised.

He lowered his eyelids, only to find that Feng Xi, who was still sleeping there, couldn't look away in an instant.

Feng Xi, who placed his head on his side with his small face, looked so peaceful and sweet.

The long feather eyelashes are like feather feathers of butterflies, twitching slightly. The skin on the cheeks is white and bright, almost shining. Cherry small | The mouth is charming and the lovely lips are so obvious that people ca n’t help but want a kiss.

The smile on her lips is sweet and abnormal, as if having a sweet dream ...

Mo Ziqian couldn't help turning his eyes away, fearing that if he looked directly like this, his soul would be taken off.

Coincidentally at this time, a soft waxy voice called: "Ziqian--"

Mo Zi's violent heartstrings shook, turned back in surprise, and heard another call: "Two sons--"

His throat slipped, yes, he was calling him.

But what does it mean for Feng Xi to call him in his dream?

She ... she dreamed, did you dream of him?

Perhaps, she could not stand the fright, and the scene when Jiaolong Village was chased by Tuoba Xiao and Yuan Hao remained in her mind, so that she could not help but call Mo Ziqian in her sleep.

Mo Ziqian was filling the scenes of Feng Xi's dream at this time, but unexpectedly heard her muttering: "I like you, Ziqian, I like you--"

amount--

In an instant, Mo Ziqian's forehead burst into cold sweat, and a heart thumped.

His eyes were straight, and he wondered where to look.

He must have heard it wrong, he must have heard it wrong, and Mo Zi kept brainwashing himself.

How can Fengxi like himself?

By the way, yesterday, yesterday seemed to be drunk, and told her a lot of nothing.

"Don't be sad, Ziqian, she doesn't like you, and I like you ..."

The sudden sentence completely disrupted Mo Ziqian's brain supplement.

He had to admit that he did hear clearly, and what Feng Xi said was that he liked himself.

Last night Feng Xi also drank a lot of wine with himself. Although he was not as drunk as he was, it was not light. Is it really drunk vomiting mantras? Between these half drunk and half dreams, is it true that Feng Xi confided in the secrets deep in his heart?

"Fengxi--"

Mo Ziqian gave a soft call, Feng Xi did not wake up.

So he gently crept away from her, stayed in boots and planned to slip away silently before she woke up.

Mo Ziqian just put his boots on, and just got up and took a step, suddenly "who swish--" Several cold arrows sharply penetrated the window muzzle and focused on the bed.

When it was too late, then quickly, Mo Ziqian suddenly grabbed the sword on the couch, swept and swept up and down, and completely blocked the rain of arrows.

"Fengxi, get up, hurry up!"

Mo Ziqian roared, and kicked Feng Xi's leg with his hand.

At this moment, Feng Xi woke up suddenly and stared at the scene in front of him.

This scene is so familiar, there have been such scenes in Jiaolong Village.

However, this time, Mo Ziqian was not injured, so it was easier to use her sword to shield her from the rain of arrows.

She also has experience and quickly hides under the table to protect herself from being a burden to Mo Ziqian.

Afterwards, the arrow rain stopped, and the assassins outside broke through the windows one after another. It seemed to come to confirm that the people in the room were dead.

However, as soon as these assassins jumped into the room, they saw Mo Ziqian, froze for a moment, and seemed to understand what they were, without jumping back, they jumped out of the window again.

Su Yun was full of Mo Ziqian's heart, and he didn't chase after Bao Feng was not surprised.