Chapter 156

As soon as you enter the room, you can smell the blood gas in the air.

Feng's eyes were closed, and a pretty face was very pale. Even if she was asleep, her eyebrows were still tightly wrinkled. Feng Qingyao sat on the bed, pointing to his eyebrows gently. It was very distressing to see his appearance.

The injury on his back has been dealt with, and he has several fractures on his body. Think about it, too. How could he be hurt lightly when he fell from such a high ground.

"Fool, I deserve all that. Why do you suffer for me?" Holding his cold hands tightly, Feng Qingyao said to herself in a soft voice, blaming the people in front of her.

It's her who comes here to pick up the colorful lotus.

She didn't want Feng Xuan to get involved, but it always backfired.

The people on the bed seem to hear the sound, cough and wake up.

Feng Mou opens slightly and feels a tear drop on her face. Feng Xuan frowns and sees Feng Qingyao in front of her. She holds her big hand with a little force and wraps her hand in.

"What nonsense? I'm going to protect you." His voice was very hoarse, with a few coughs. Feng Xuan also sighed. He wanted to get up and wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but he couldn't even lift his arm.

See him wake up, Feng Qing Yao eyes flash so surprised, with a smile on his face, he slowly helped up, carry a cup of water, to his hands.

"Don't hurt too much." Voice with a bit worried, Feng Qing Yao frowned, even if he woke up, she is still worried as usual.

The beauty frowned and added some beauty. Feng Xuan also touched her forehead slightly. A mouthful of water moistened her throat. Her voice was calm. "I'll be fine. It's just some minor injuries. It's you. Have you hurt anything?"

I'm afraid that any part of his body would hurt hundreds of times. Looking at Feng Xuan, who was worried about himself, Feng Qingyao turned her lips, pointed to her heart and said seriously, "I'm in pain here, Xuan. If you don't take care of your body, I'll die of pain."

Full of love words from her mouth, let Feng Xuan also slightly a Leng, light smile stiff in the face, a pair of Phoenix eyes straight at the person in front of.

Looking at the worry at the bottom of her eyes, listening to the sincere words, Feng Xuan also gave a light smile, put down the cup in his hand, bent down to press down, and gently held her in his arms.

Deep and gentle words sounded in her ears, "no, I won't let you heartache, just girl, you don't want to let yourself hurt."

The familiar embrace is extremely warm. Fengqingyao doesn't want to leave. She sticks it to his chest and listens to the steady heartbeat. She is at ease.

Just think that he is covered with injuries, afraid of his pain, and had to push him away.

Looking at her cautious appearance, Feng Xuanyi kept a smile on his lips. Then he looked at the surrounding environment, frowned and asked her, "where is this?"

"This gentleman, surnamed Pang, is a respected sage here. It was this gentleman who planted the multicolored lotus on the Yongfeng mountain. He also sent someone to save us from the avalanche that day. "

Along the way, Fengqing Yao also inquired about wanniang. This is Pang's house. Mr. Pang was originally from Beijing. For some reason, he had to come here.

The person who can plant colorful lotus is by no means an ordinary person. Feng Xuan's eyes are slightly astringent, and she droops her head to think about something. "Since she is the benefactor of saving lives, there is no reason why she should not thank her."

Feng Qingyao nodded in agreement, and then said: "just before you wake up, I went to see Mr. Pang. He loves drinking, especially peach blossom. If it wasn't for peach blossom intoxication, we would not be able to get rid of the danger."

Hearing the words, Feng Xuan also gave a light smile and hit her on the head with one hand. He said angrily, "when you go out, you've brought wine with you. You're so drunk. It's ridiculous."

Being beaten by him doesn't hurt, but fengqingyao feels aggrieved. He turned his mouth and protected the place where he had just been beaten. He explained wrongly, "the wine is made by Princess pinru. It's not drunk."

The voice did not fall, just listen to the sound of porcelain falling to the ground behind. Fengqingyao looked back and saw that it was wanniang.

She was holding a bowl of soup in her hand. Maybe she burned her hand. The porcelain bowl full of soup fell to the ground and fell into pieces. The dark brown medicine splashed everywhere, and the pale white skirt was stained with black spots.

"Sister, haven't you hurt anything?" Seeing the confusion on her face, Feng Qingyao hurried over and thought that she was frightened by the falling of the porcelain bowl.

Steady under the mood, Wan Niang slightly drooping eyes, convergence to the eyes of the strange, sorry smile, "just my carelessness, did not end live, unfortunately this medicine."

With these words, Wan Niang raised her eyes to Feng Xuan on the bed and said with a smile, "what's wrong with you, young master?"

"I'm fine now. Thank you for your help." Feng Xuan's eyes sank. He looked at a woman in her thirties, but she didn't tie up her hair. She turned the word "madam" into a girl.

Wan Niang just chuckled and told her servants to clean up the broken porcelain bowl. Then she said to them, "let's have a rest in your house. Let's leave after the injury."After Feng Qingyao thanks again, Wan Niang leaves first. Feng Xuan's eyes are slightly deep. After a long time, she says, "how many days have I been in a coma?"

"Just two days." He replied with a smile. Fengqingyao sat beside him again, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "there are still seven or eight days to go before the flower god ceremony. You can take care of the wound and go back. There will be no delay."

Naturally, she knew what Feng Xuan was worried about. She was afraid that his injury would drag her down.

"But..." Feng Xuan's eyes drooped slightly. A touch of worry passed in her eyes. She looked up at her and said, "everything is busy at the flower god ceremony. It's not just looking for the holy flowers. You know, you have to dance on the flower god ceremony."

Smell speech, Feng Qing Yao light smile a, originally he has been worried about, is this.

On the platform of the flower god ceremony, every flower God should move God with his pious dance to bless the country for a hundred years. Of course, this dance is the most important.

"Don't forget that my dancing style is incomparable to the whole Fengshang kingdom." The corner of her mouth raised a smile, just when a touch of sunshine came into the room, which made her whole person look bright.

"Silly girl, what are you talking about?" Looking at her face, Feng Xuan sighed with a smile.

Before she was in the woods, she would dance. Feng Xuan knew her dancing style very well.

This dance is not outstanding. Even Feng Rao Yan is more talented than her.