Chapter 137

The late wind in midsummer is still cool, and the pool of bingdilian in the yard shakes from time to time. In the afternoon, there was just a rain, and there was still crystal clear rain on the lotus leaves. From time to time, it slipped down and fell into the pond silently.

At night, Jingliang stood in front of the pond, dressed in a red robe of Zixia and double cranes, with a white jade plate of rhinoceros and ox horn hanging on his waist. His folding fan pointed directly at Fengsu's throat. His eyes seemed to like peach blossom, but now they were full of murderous: "are you going or not?"

One side fell on the ground of green son quickly climbed up, but did not dare to move, anxiously look at the past. Xin'er kneels on one knee with blood on her mouth, red sleeves standing on one side, stomping angrily, and her eyes look complicated. Feng Su's face was cold, and her dark eyes were like the cold stars on a winter night, with three chills: "if I don't go, will the little Pavilion master kill me?"

There was silence in the yard. The dew on the banana leaves rolled down and slid down the open collar of yejingliang. It cooled him all over. The night Jing cools a surprise, suddenly realizes that such threat is useless, nobody can change Feng Su's decision. Feng Su's neck had been rubbed with blood. Her eyes were bright and astonishing, but her whole body began to freeze, and the cold was pressing.

Yejingliang suddenly took back the folding fan and said angrily, "he's like that. Do you have the heart? Do you have any conscience, Gong Jin? "

"So what?" Feng Su suddenly cut off her words and sneered, "I warned him not to get close to me, but he didn't listen. He was also to blame for the end. Even if I go, what about going to see him in a mess? The master of the little Pavilion is so thoughtful. It's better to think about how to save him. "

The night Jing Liang stares big eyes and bites teeth to sneer: "Miss Feng is really cold-blooded. I think it's not as good as Gong Jin. He's still waiting for you. If you don't want to go, it's OK." The night Jing Liang turns around, and the clothes are carried away by the wind.

Feng Su's body shakes for a moment. Qing'er and Hong Xiu come forward to help her. Xin'er kneels down on one knee and pleads guilty. Feng Su looked at her, looking tired: "get up."

She came back to Fengfu for a few days. Before that, she specially asked Princess Yong'an to write a letter to Fengfu, which avoided Xing's trouble. But even Gong Jin was infected with the disease, and it was very fierce. I'm afraid that time is running out when I listen to the tone of Jing Liang at night. Qing'er stands on one side, can't help sighing. Why didn't miss say that just now? In recent days, the young lady deployed all kinds of medicinal materials. In order to find a prescription for curing the epidemic, she even tried it with her own body. Feng Su coughed a few times, and her bones sent out a sense of powerlessness. She had eaten too many messy herbs these days, and her body was a little uncomfortable.

The woman hiding in the dark can't help biting her lip and running back to her room, closing the door, then covering her face with her hand and crying quietly. Why? How could a strong and handsome man like Lian Wangye be so ill. Fengqingxi could hardly believe what he heard, so he gritted his teeth, wiped his tears, pinched the heart protecting jade hanging around his neck, and quickly ran out of the house from the side door of Fengfu and came to the gate of Anyang palace along the alley.

At the gate of Anyang palace stood two guards in blue and soft collar Bijia. Fengqingxi stood at the gate and wandered for a long time, then walked forward uneasily. Before he spoke, he met yejingliang, who was carrying a medicine bag back to the house. Fengqingxi quickly hid away, squeezed the jade pendant in his palm, sighed and turned to leave.

The night Jing Liang stood outside for a long time, but he didn't see anything inside. He gritted his teeth, kicked the door open and went in. The man leaning on the bed immediately raised his head, then immediately frowned: "get out!"

His voice was cold, but he was weak. Wanhuayuan just came in and pushed out yejingliang with a cold look. The night Jing Liang opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something. After all, he didn't cross his face, put the medicine bag into the palm of Wan Huayuan's hand and walked away quickly. Wan Hua Yuan sighed and shook his head.

It was night, the lights of Anyang palace were bright, but no one was walking around. Feng Su stood outside the house of Lian Gong Jin, took a deep breath, and then pushed the door in. The man on the bed has just fallen asleep. He has a picturesque face. He is wearing a blue and purple cloud robe. The big Mandala flowers are embroidered along the cuff to the collar. The gold and silver double button robe is half open now, revealing his jade white chest. The green silk is like ink pillow behind his head, and half of it is scattered beside the bed. Even when he was ill for a long time, the makeup on his face was as fine as ever, his eyes were covered with heavy and purple rouge, and the eyebrow line at the corner of his eyes was upturned. The original white face was dyed with red rouge, but it still couldn't hide the pale color. Half of the body was leaning on the white jade pillow, revealing through the purple and gold curtain. Feng Su couldn't help but look away. She was only half a body that made people feel beautiful, but it was also heart palpitating. Her pale and even pale face really shouldn't appear on this man.

Fengsu sighed. Zijin drew the figure on the bed and suddenly slowly opened her eyes. Beautiful Danfeng's eyes were dark at the moment. Fengsu had no sense of palpitation and stopped walking unconsciously. That pair of eyes is very empty, no focal length, the person on the bed suddenly cold voice: "who let you in, give me out." But his eyes did not look at her side, just staring blankly in one direction, with obvious anger in his voice.

The room is quiet and suffocating. Feng Su suddenly sighs and walks slowly to him: "even the king."Even the palace brocade one Zheng, immediately whole body lean on the four directions soft cushion behind, the handsome face doesn't conceal ground once thick disgust: "you come to do what?"? Miss Feng would like to go back earlier. I don't want to lose money. If Miss Feng has something to do, she should pay the same price. "

However, Feng Su didn't seem to see the disgust of his face. She went forward and put a piece of paper into his hand. Her voice was the same cold and heartless: "what else do you think you can help me like this? I'm just here to keep my promise. This is the array map of Feng's mansion. Wang Ye needs to take it well. "

The candlelight on the table was flickering, and Feng Su's voice was very cool in the night. However, her eyes did not dare to fall on Lian Gong Jin. She was so proud and perfect. Now she was lying on the bed like a sick seedling, pale, and it took all her strength to move. His face was as pale as a cold corpse in the coffin. His fingers were so cool that she quickly drew back her hands as soon as she touched them. Lian Gong Jin's slender fingers rubbed on the drawing, and the huge night pearl on the ring finger was shining, which made him more and more like a fierce ghost. Feng Su couldn't bear to leave his face. His collar was open, and his clavicle was high and protruding. He looked bony and terrible.

Seems to be aware of her mood, even the look on Gong Jin's face suddenly cold down, he is almost a little flustered underground, the guest order: "Miss Feng, things are also calculated, please go back."

Feng Su stood up, suddenly deceived himself, broke off his head, bent over and bit his lip in his stunned eyes, and immediately vomited the pill pressed by the base of his tongue into his mouth while he was in pain. Suddenly, a strong smell of blood quickly spread, even the palace brocade subconsciously about to spit, but the lip was blocked, had to reluctantly swallow.

Waiting outside the tea and xiner immediately don't open face, don't look. But in a few minutes, Feng Su came out of the room. Outside, it began to rain again. Feng Su walked out of Anyang palace with a bamboo umbrella of lotus leaves and 84 bones. The night Jing Liang stands under the corridor and sees her at a glance. She raises her foot to catch up with her, but it stifles her. Feng Su returns to Feng's house with an umbrella. She doesn't speak all the way. Qing'er and Hong Xiu notice that Feng Su is different. They look at each other and quickly withdraw their eyes.

However, as soon as she got back to the yard, Feng Su had just rested for less than half an hour when she heard a cry outside. Feng Su immediately frowned, turned over and continued to sleep, but the man kept calling outside.