Chapter 139

Night Jing Liang just want to scold, back hit bursts of cold wind. The night Jing Liang immediately bent over, pulled out the long sword around his waist and turned back to stab. They are fierce, strange and shadowy. They are like fierce ghosts. They are tough and tricky. Night Jing Liang reluctantly support ten moves is already scarred, but even palace brocade or did not stop meaning, slender fingers straight to his heart gouged in the past. The night Jing Liang secretly scolds a, want to press the bed board to escape in, but the door is "bang" open. The sixty-four silver needles in Feng Su's hand shot at Lian Gongjin and scattered in the air, turning into sixty-four directions.

Lian Gongjin frowned and knocked the silver needle off with a flick of his sleeve. Before he gasped, the three silver needles suddenly burst open and were nailed to his waist, directly locking his acupoints. The night Jing is cool to cover chest to gasp, directly vomit out a mouthful of blood. Feng Su stepped forward slowly and looked at him. People and animals laughed innocently: "thank you for helping me, but I'd better go to bandage it earlier. It's really ugly."

All the tables and chairs in the room were broken, and the enamel and celadon cups and vases were broken all over the floor. Night Jing Liang against the corner of the bed, she mercilessly laughed at, hate teeth itch. He gets up to stagger to go out, Feng Su suddenly opens a mouth: "Oh, little cabinet lord or find someone to clean here, this appearance, even have no place to sit down."

Night Jing cool breath top in the chest, almost be angry to death by her. The woman, obviously, took him as a servant. I'm really not willing to take any loss. When Feng Su saw him leave, she turned her eyes to Lian Gongjin, who was in a coma. His face suddenly fell down, pale and powerless. However, there was a layer of red, and there seemed to be a faint purple black line inside. Feng Su clenched her teeth and showed a trace of dignity on her face. Then she moved him back to the bed. She felt very wrong. Her cold, light and abnormal body almost made people think that it was just an empty shell. What's more, even Gong JinFang's appearance is clearly not a normal illness, and the epidemic will not make people confused. Feng Su goes to the center of the room, holds the glass red sandalwood table well, lights the candle, and then turns back to sit on the bed of Lian Gongjin.

The man's eyes on the soft collapse of Phoebe are closed, his pretty eyebrows are twisted up, and his thin lips are tight. The black silk is like ink. It's all over the back of my head. It's soft and falls on the bed. The dark purple skirt is now safely open, revealing the jade white color inside. The blood red crystal carved dragon pattern jade pendant hanging on my waist has double ears hanging under it, which is faint and glowing red in the night. Soft yellow candle fire hit on the white window paper, mixed with the floating shadow, looming, very frightening. However, Feng Su's eyes only fell on the tiny purple black vine blood line exposed between the neck of Lian Gong brocade. She looked ugly. After thinking about it, she closed his lapel, pinched open his lip, took out a medicine box of celadon flowers from her sleeve, put the blood red pill in his mouth, and then poured the tea into his mouth.

The man on the bed wakes up all of a sudden, subconsciously is about to spit out the foreign body in the mouth. Feng Su put the tea bowl aside and bent down. Today, she did not make up, her face was white, her lips were delicate and soft, and her color was as light as water. Even palace brocade Zheng for a while, then silently shut eyes. There was a figure shaking in front of him, but he couldn't see the color clearly. However, he was familiar with the smell. He even turned away from her and suddenly raised his hand to hold the back of her head. He leaned over and pressed her to his arms. Feng Su's head was tied to his cheek by his palm, but he couldn't breathe. The black line on his forehead kept coming. He suddenly raised his foot and put it to the bottom of his body, but he twisted his ankle. Feng Su was angry and couldn't help pushing him: "bastard, you've been awake long ago, haven't you?"

Even the action of palace brocade doesn't stop, biting her earlobe Si Mo: "Oh, probably." I don't know if it's because of the night. His voice is very hoarse, like a whisper. The warm breath from her nose was spitting around her neck, which made her face flush with crimson. Feng Su gnashes her teeth with hatred. She suddenly raises her hand to hold his head and bites at his lips. While he is distracted, she suddenly pinches the soft meat on his waist and stabs the sharp nails directly into it. Even palace brocade Leng for a while, suddenly open eyes, ferocious way: "is really a disobedient wench."

The night Jing Liang that leads the servant girl to come over sees this scene, immediately startled the chin all want to fall down. He could not help sighing twice, grabbed the melon seeds from the fruit tray held by the servant girl, put them in the palm of his hand, and stood at the door to watch the play with a smile: "I really can't believe that Princess Chang'an is so acute. I just walked for a while, and you were busy."

From the perspective of night Jing Liang, Feng Su is all over Lian Gong brocade. Her face is red, and her fingers are on Lian Gong brocade's waist. She is groping constantly. She is just like a devil in the color. She wants to be dissatisfied. All the servant girls were in a hurry. They didn't dare to look, but their faces were all red. Feng Su immediately turned his head and glared at him fiercely. Even the temple brocade hears a voice, low low sigh tone, unexpectedly is to loosen her. I don't know why, Feng Su's heart is cold. He sees that Lian Gong Jin sits up in the eyes of Ye Jingliang and hits him with his sleeve. Ye Jingliang is very surprised. He quickly retreats, but he is still swept in the chest by the strong wind. He falls out and shakes his heart. Night Jing Liang can't help but scold, the people in the room have to start, night Jing Liang quickly got up and ran away.In the distance, there were still his calls and curses. Damn, Lian Gongjin, you ungrateful man. If you have a woman, you forget your brother's master. I'll go to your uncle!

Feng Su low ground smile, suddenly to connect the eyes of the temple brocade, smilingly way: "cabinet Lord feel how to taste?"

Even palace brocade Leng for a while, then immediately reaction come over what she said, raise a hand to touch chin, smile: "pretty good."

Voice just fell, Feng Su suddenly rushed up, a bite in his neck, the next mouth of ruthless, suddenly bite his skin, outflow of light blood. Feng Su provocative licked two, just sit straight body, skin smile meat don't smile tunnel: "the taste of the pavilion Lord is also very good."

But she didn't know that the tip of her tongue was small and round, small and soft, sliding around his neck, not playing with fire. Even the palace brocade Mou in flit over a silk dark color, funny looking at her, but didn't make fun of her. He had no strength in the fight just now. What's more, he saw Feng Su's pale face and loss of Qi and blood, and he wanted to know what he had eaten these two days. Feng Su straightens up and sits opposite him. Suddenly she stands up and goes out.

"Su Su, you are as cruel as ever. You are so careful." Even the palace brocade slants on the bed, feeling the numbness and itching coming from the neck, can't help but close the eyes and murmur.

Feng Su's body is stiff, then turns back to see the man who has no movement on the bed, turns around and walks away. Just now she had bitten the medicine in her mouth and applied it to his bitten skin. After that, she had to rely on himself. Yes, she was cruel, even if he had to face the next life and death, she could not be here with him. If he can't survive, it will be his own fortune.

When Qing'er sees Feng Su outside, she greets her and opens her eyes. Feng Su's skirt was slightly spread, and there was an obvious plum red mark on her exposed neck. Her hair was messy. The enamel lotus and silver hairpin that had been inserted in her hair did not know where it had fallen, and her face was ugly. Qing'er opened her mouth. After all, she grabbed Feng Su's arm and said anxiously, "Miss, you What's the matter with you? If you let the master see this, how can you get it? "

Feng Su can't help looking back and frowning at her: "what's the matter?" Subconsciously, she reached out and touched the back of her head. Green silk was a little messy, but there was nothing wrong with it.

Xin'er immediately stood up and said, "Miss, you have a red mark on your neck."

Feng Su was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned to look at the direction of Lian Gong Jin's house, and yelled: "Lian Gong Jin, I'll go to your uncle!"

At this time, the man who was in a coma on the bed turned up, as if he had succeeded in a conspiracy. The smile hanging on the corner of the lip is more and more enchanting in the night.