Chapter 289

Mo Qiyun reacted in an instant. He looked at her as if he were looking at her and said, "the third brother has been in great trouble one after another. Naturally, he is alert. It's not surprising."

Feng Su smiles noncommittally, and turns her eyes to Mo Qilin. She doesn't see the familiar figure beside him. Feng Su drops her eyes and hears that Feng Ruan is a murderer, intending to murder the king of Anyang. The third prince

pleaded for her up and down, and finally saved her life, but her death can be avoided, and her life can not be escaped. Now Feng is just a concubine. Naturally, she can't appear in public on such occasions.

She stepped slowly onto the board of the boat, followed Mo Qiyun and saluted Mo Qilin meekly. Mo Qilin looked excitedly at the woman behind Mo Qiyun, with three sharp eyes. Feng Su's face gradually stopped laughing, and her clear pupils were unconsciously infected with fear. She hid behind Mo Qiyun without any trace, with a look of weakness and fear.

Mo Qilin slowly turned his eyes and looked at Mo Qiyun with a smile: "seven younger brother is hiding such a beautiful girl outside. If Yong'an knows, he is afraid that he will destroy the palace."

Princess Yong'an has a hot temper, which has been spread in the imperial city for a long time. Mo Qiyun's face was stiff for a moment, and then calmed down: "why do you make fun of me, third brother? Qi Yun didn't feel well a while ago, so he couldn't share his worries for his brother. Please don't blame him. Fortunately, Sujin girl tried her best to cure me. Otherwise, Qi Yun would not be so quick. So she invited Sujin girl to come to the cruise ship and expressed her gratitude by the way."

The wind on the lake made his words more tender. The lights on the shore were connected with the fire in the cabin, and a series of red lanterns gave off a soft light, so Mo Qiyun's appearance became warmer. Mo Qilin suddenly laughed: "I just ask casually, seven younger brothers don't need to be nervous."

Mo Qilin suddenly raised his hand to cover the corner of his lips, coughed twice, and his face became paler. The little fellow standing behind him immediately said, "Your Highness, it's windy outside. Let's go first."

I only heard the creaking of the chair, and a cool wind swept Mo Qiyun's face. There was a moment of stiffness in his body: "you and I have always been very discordant in the mansion. Third brother is really alert."

The last words fell on the lake, vague and vague. Feng Su drew out the handkerchief of the cuff, covered it at the tip of his nose, and said, "the third prince has wasted his legs. Naturally, he has to learn to be smart." Feng Su smiles. Mo Qilin's legs are not easy to cure. But when he comes out of the house, he stumbles on the threshold half a foot high and falls to the ground. He can't get up at that time.

Mo Qi cloud meaning has to point to ground to see her one eye, quickly turn a head again: "go."

Feng Su followed him closely and bent down into the cabin. Her eyes could not help but changed and returned to nature. In front of the table in the center sat Lian Gong brocade in a purple robe, as if a large amount of blood were blooming on his sleeve. He closed his eyes and sat there motionless. He supported his chin with one hand. His ink like hair was scattered in front of him. His delicate and picturesque eyebrows and eyes seemed to coagulate. He put on a thick heavy purple rouge, just like a Buddha climbing up from hell. Feng Su was stunned for a moment, and then he saw that the person opposite suddenly opened his eyes slowly. In the dark and empty pupil, he suddenly swept up the fierce wind. Feng Su suddenly surprised, flurried down his head, a cold back.

Mo Qi cloud quietly block in her body, Feng Su immediately relieved, timely raised his head to Mo Qi cloud cast to grateful eyes.

Not far away, even the palace brocade in front of a flash, when he thought his heart of the woman appeared, he saw a shadow block in front of him. He clenched the glass with his palm, and with a bang, the white jade cup burst out, and the muddy yellow wine immediately came out and fell to the ground along the table.

Mo Qiyun takes Feng Su to sit down without changing her face. During the whole banquet, Feng Su feels that her eyes, which are full of killing and burning, are still on her. Feng Su can't help holding the palm of her hand on her knee. She's just about to turn and leave when she hears the bodyguard next to Lian Gongjin stop her and say, "miss Sujin, you can't go."

Her back immediately straightened, suddenly looked back at the palace brocade. Mo Qiyun is slightly stunned, with a touch of anxiety in his eyes. He turns around, walks quickly to Lian Gongjin and bows his hand: "Uncle Huang, miss Sujin is the guest invited by Qi Yun. If Miss Sujin does something wrong and angers uncle Huang, my little nephew is willing to lead her."

"Go away!" Even the temple brocade slants to stare at him, not good facial expression ground vomit a word.

Mo Qiyun's palm suddenly clenched, eyes narrowed, a pair of ready to attack appearance. Feng Su suddenly sneered. Mo Qiyun will never fall out with Lian Gongjin now. He makes this picture just to let her have a look. Such a timid person, I don't know how she thought he could be entrusted for life.

Sure enough, Mo Qiyun turned back and showed a reassuring look to her. Feng Su watched him leave nervously. When she was the only one left in the cabin with Lian Gong Jin, Feng Su turned her head, withstood the terrible pressure and walked step by step to Lian Gong Jin, sat cross knee in front of him and poured wine for herself.

Even the temple brocade's narrow long eyes don't stop looking up and down on her body, he suddenly pulls her up. Feng Su raised her head and lifted her bright lips to show her bright smile. Lian Gong Jin looked at this completely different strange face, suddenly threw her to the ground and said in a cold voice: "roll!"Feng Su laughed at himself: "even prince, you miss the princess. Sujin shouldn't interrupt, but you shouldn't take Sujin out. Besides, you are too close to Sujin. I'm afraid the princess won't like it either. "

The handkerchief on her sleeve fell down, and the word "Su" embroidered with the scarlet needle and thread went mercilessly to Lian Gongjin's eyes. He almost instantly picked up Feng Su, with a slightly distorted face: "where is she?"

Feng Su suddenly coughs up a mouthful of blood. Her eyes seem to fall into darkness. At the moment, it seems that there is a fierce ghost crying around her ears. The whole person fainted, and immediately a man in black who was hiding in the side flashed out and fell on her wrist with one hand. Even the palace brocade vision twinkles not to be fixed, on the face of thousand year invariable rare ground appeared nervous mood.

However, a moment later, the man in black shook his head: "master, miss Sujin has no internal power."

Even palace brocade knife like eyes suddenly fell on him, suddenly a palm shock broken table.

When Feng Su wakes up, she has already returned to her own Pinxiang building. Ziying is wiping her body for her and immediately brings water to feed her. Feng Su coughs a few times. The servant girl outside the door pushes the door in. She looks worried: "Miss, even the Lord has surrounded the whole Pinxiang building. She says that you are trying to collude with the prince and have a bad intention. When he finds out, he will seal the Pinxiang building."

It was Huolian who spoke. She was impatient and spat out a passage in succession. Feng Su took a sip of water, sat up and said, "it's OK. You can fry some medicines for me." She suddenly stood up, got out of bed and went to the table. She suddenly trembled and fell uncontrollably. Shuilian quickly came forward to help her.

Ziying couldn't bear to turn away her face. In a few days, the young lady was so weak. Feng Su smiles. Although she looks as usual now, her body has been hollowed out after the blood sacrifice array, and her internal power is constantly losing. If Wan Huayuan hadn't been given medicine to hang her, she would have fallen down now.

The sound of "Dong Dong Dong" footsteps suddenly came from the bottom of the building, followed by the man's rough voice, like a businessman from the north. Feng Su opened the door and went to the corridor. She looked down into the hall. The man is wearing a pair of Pisces play mercury skirt clothes, holding a nine village black peacock fan in his hand, pretending to be natural and unrestrained.

The servant girl beside him was wearing a double bun, with only a plain silver hairpin pinned between her hair. Now she lowered her head, twisted her fingers together, and her little face turned red. Feng Su couldn't help laughing. For a moment, she choked and coughed.

The man at the bottom seemed to hear the same voice. He immediately looked up and saw a pretty, warm and veiled woman standing in the corridor on the second floor. He immediately opened his eyes, pushed away the shop boy who was pestering him, walked up quickly, raised his hand and hit Feng Su's face.