Feng Qian stood outside the door for a long time and didn't go in, letting the wind blow her face hurt.

When Jun Moying came out, he saw her standing at the door and was stunned, he wanted to wait for her to come by himself, but after waiting for a long time, he didn't see any movement from her, he twisted his eyebrows and looked at her line of sight.

Obviously there was nothing there, except for an ordinary stone that could no longer be ordinary.

He didn't like the way she looked full of thoughts, "shallow." The slender legs walked straight towards her and stopped in front of her, "What are you doing here alone, isn't it cold?" As he spoke, he picked up a strand of hair and stuck it behind her ear.

"It's okay...... It seems to be quite cold. ”

Feng Qian sniffed and leaned into his arms, afraid of pressing him, so he didn't dare to push too hard, "Why did you come out, your body is not well, come in quickly." ”

Jun Moying raised his eyebrows, he seemed to be treated as a seriously injured patient now, "You know, what about yourself?" ”

Feng Qian pulled him inside, and said with a smile: "I'm fine, your injuries are more severe." ”

"It's all right now." Jun Moying's face sank, he always cared about her when she had an accident, why was it so strange after the role was reversed? He should have been able to take care of her.

Feng Qian had already stepped into the door with one foot, and when he heard this, he paused for a moment before continuing to enter the door.

"All right?"

"Yes, almost."

The wind outside was all blocked by Feng Qian's action of closing the door, and the temperature in the room seemed to be much higher, Feng Qian squinted, and asked casually: "Jun Moying, I seem to have always only known that your martial arts are very high, so how high is it?" One to ten, one to a hundred? Is a thousand okay? ”

Jun Moying looked at her with sparkling eyes and looked at him expectantly, and even he saw a little confusion and cautious dark color in that anticipation - although he didn't quite know what she was expecting.

After a moment of silence, his dark dark eyes narrowed slightly, "I haven't tried it yet." What do you want to do? ”

Didn't try.

Yes, he is the emperor, and he has his own thousands of troops to resist him, how can he be reduced to such a wolf who fights a thousand?

Even if he could, the South Vietnamese army would never be more than a thousand.

With thousands of troops and horses, and with one of them, it is impossible for them to leave the Nanyue Palace.

Long before she entered the door, didn't she tell herself over and over again, Feng Qian, don't you fantasize anymore? Why is it still so sad to hear this sentence from his mouth.

Feng Qian pursed her lips and chuckled, tiptoe and pecked him on the chin, "It's nothing, just ask." I just think you're so good, if only I were as good as you. ”

Maybe they'll be able to get out of this place.

The spray of breath fell on his face, more precisely, their breaths were intertwined, and she didn't leave his mouth directly after kissing, tossing and turning, like honey about to melt.

Jun Moying naturally did not ignore the loneliness that flashed in her eyes, the kind of abruptness that only occurs when expectations are disappointed, seeing that his heart hurts slightly, the hand holding her waist hangs hard, pressing her into his arms a few inches, and kissing her on the lips fiercely.

"If you want, you can learn for the rest of your life. Teach you everything, huh? ”

Feng Qian just smiled and didn't answer.