C20

When Ming You returned, Feng Xian was talking to Chang Feng. When she looked down, she saw the dirt on Ming You's face and frowned. Ru Yi immediately sent someone to prepare the water.

It was June, and the weather was very hot. Feng Xian ordered someone to move a small stool under the tree. It was very cool. The starry sky was dim, but the moonlight was bright. A young man dressed in fine silk and silk clothes under an ancient tree was using a handkerchief to dip his head into the water. Half of his black hair fell down along with him.

A red ball of milk mumbled something as it forced its eyes to wipe the young man's face. The young man's handsome face was deliberately stiff as he scolded the ball of milk one sentence at a time.

After she was done washing up, Feng Xian took her belt and placed all of them on the soft couch. Ming You crawled up, seriously protesting, "Can you not carry me like a cat or dog?"

Feng Xian lightly rubbed her head. "You're no different from a kitten. It's fine if you're the same size and more so, you have the same personality."

Ming You rolled up her blanket and hid in her nest. Feng Xian lay down lightly and raised his leg disdainfully, intending to kick him. Feng Xian looked at her, neither angry nor happy, and said coldly, "Did your butt itch again?"

Ming You bent her leg, looking harmless. "I will stretch my leg." Then he consciously went back into the blanket. Feng Xian was unable to pierce through her thoughts.

Mingyou had stayed in the palace for two months and hadn't gotten a bed at first. Therefore, she felt that nothing troublesome would happen this night.

In the middle of the night, Mingyou blurrily walked towards Feng Xian's side. Feng Xian lazily opened his eyes to discover that it was her, so he didn't try to stop her. Feng Qian didn't even know that he had gotten used to Ming You's presence in such a short time.

The moonlight blinded everyone's eyes. Suddenly, a desperate howl rang out, startling the birds outside into flapping their wings and scurrying around. Chang Feng's body was faster than their brains, and he rushed in before them.

He saw Feng Qian clutching her chest. She was in so much pain that she wished she were dead. Mingyou had a sleepy look on her face as she looked at him in confusion. "Your Majesty, is there an assassin?" From the looks of it, didn't His Majesty seem to have been stabbed in the chest?

"Your subordinate will call you Imperial Physician now!" Long Wind prepared to jump out, but the window was still open. Feng Xian frowned as he endured the pain. "Come back!"

Changfeng stopped and turned around to look at Feng Xian. Wasn't it an assassination? What was that? Was he poisoned? How could he make his Majesty suffer so much?

Feng Xian clenched her teeth and said, "Mingyou, you did a good deed!"

Mingyou shrunk her head, both hands prodding her tender white fingers. "I, I don't know ~ I dreamt that I bit the roasted chicken?"

"A bite?" If Feng Xian didn't know her identity, he would have suspected that someone had sent her to kill him. The lump of milk bit down coincidentally on the red fruit on his chest.

Ming You felt even more guilty as he showed an innocent smile, "Alright, one big mouth!"

Hm? What do you mean a big bite? Did she intend to take a few more bites?

Changfeng's right hand was trembling as he held the medicine. His face was as red as a pig's liver. He looked at the row of teeth marks on Feng Xian's chest, and the tender red fruit in the middle. He couldn't help but mutter, "Your Highness, these teeth look pretty perfect ~"

Then, he heard a voice that seemed to have just crawled out of hell, "Scram!"

Long Wind slipped through the window faster than a rabbit …

In the outer court, a burst of laughter of varying length burst out, rising and falling with a very rhythmic rhythm. The key point was that the laughter was very clear, his ears were very sharp, and his face became darker and darker.