Imperial marriage

After being woken up twice by being splashed with water, Feng Qing was never woken up again, because it was useless to splash again.

In the endless darkness, there was only a slight pain, and then gradually, the last pain disappeared.

In the haze, Feng Qing saw a strange scene.

He saw under a starry sky, shining bright lights, he knew that they were called neon lights.

He saw iron blocks with four wheels whizzing back and forth on the road across the air, and he knew that they were called cars.

Then he saw the face of a kind woman.

"Mom—" He heard a choked voice, which was strange and familiar, as if it came from far away.

The woman smiled softly and waved to him, "Qianjing, come here, let Muma see—"

The environment suddenly changed.

Under the setting sun, in the valley, and a large area of ​​jacarandas.

In the high ground, whose laughter is it.

Then it was dark again.

It sounded in my ears, who was calling.

"My lord, are you awake?"

Feeling being caught with one hand, Feng Qing struggled to move her eyelids, several times, but couldn't open them, as if being bound by something.

So I could only move the grasped hand——

no response—

There was a sound of hurried footsteps, and the immobile hands were supported by a pair of bigger hands, touching a piece of cool skin.

"Qing'er..."

Hearing this voice, Feng Qing froze, tried her best to pull her hand back, but landed on the bed, and never raised it again.

There was the sound of teeth "clacking" in my ear, the only moving hand dragged the heavy body to move backward, and my head shook unconsciously.

no, don't come over--

The movement pulled the wound, and her whole body was in crazily pain, Feng Qing still pushed herself against the wall, her legs curled up, pressing tightly against it.

-

Do you know why Ben Gong hates you so much?

Because Your Majesty!

Know why you are in such pain?

Because Your Majesty!

Know why you must die?

Because Your Majesty!

……

As long as His Majesty can still see you, I will ask you to die!

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The body that was suddenly trembling desperately was grabbed by someone, it was another pair of hands, gentle and powerful.

"Qing'er, do you remember who I am?"

The unfamiliar voice has a calming magic power.

Feng Qing gradually stopped trembling.

The moving hand tentatively followed the sound, and finally landed slowly on a soft slip.

First, a little fingertips, and after a while, cover the entire palm.Then gently slid and rubbed until she finished touching the entire warm face, Feng Qing did not withdraw her hand, but gently rubbed and caressed.

"who are you?"

Only a regretful laugh sounded, "Qing'er really forgot about me!"

Feng Qing got up on her knees and took two steps with her knees, and accurately pressed her into an embrace.He gently caressed the face on his hands, and then gently stretched out his hands to wrap his arms around his neck.The movements were as light as if they were begging, as if they were afraid of disturbing a peaceful and beautiful embrace.

The tip of his nose lightly rubbed against the ear of the person in front of him, and he murmured softly, "Hold me tight." He intentionally put out his soft voice like the sweetest words of love.

Jie Chen finally couldn't laugh with his hands stiff.He glanced carefully at the man next to him whose face was frozen into an iron plate.

But looking at the fragile face in his arms, he finally bit the bullet and gently held her in his arms.

"Why me?" Jiechen asked for atonement.

Feng Qing held his hands tighter, her kneeling legs relaxed, and she pressed herself more tightly into the broad and thick embrace in front of her.

The head on the shoulder pad rubbed again.

"Well, you... smell very good on your body, and it feels very reassuring."

In other words, the scent of incense that he has lived in Buddhism for a long time makes people feel at ease, which is the patent of all monks.

Feng Qing continued to gently rub Jie Chen's face with her face, suddenly snorted softly, retracted her hands around the man, stumbled and touched the bandage on her eye and was about to tear it off forcefully.

There were exclamations one after another in my ears.

Jie Chen hurriedly grabbed his hand, "What are you doing?"

But seeing the person in his arms raised his face, with a slight confusion on his face, "I want to see your face."

Everyone froze, and no one spoke for a long time, because they didn't know what to say.

The confused person begged cautiously, "Let me see it, I promise I will never forget it again."

So pious, Jie Chen almost cried out laughing.

Feng Qing waited for a while but didn't get an answer, so she made up her own mind and said softly: "If you don't speak, you agree." She struggled to pull the bandage again.

Suddenly a force pulled him out of Jie Chen's arms and crashed into someone's arms.

Feng Qing, who was familiar with the smell like a nightmare, had already carved it into his bone marrow when he was tortured.

The originally well-behaved and gentle person suddenly struggled and refused.

"Don't, don't touch me! Don't touch me! Ah... let go... let go..."

The howling sound was particularly miserable, but no matter how much she cried, there were no tears, only a large amount of blood that quickly stained the bandage red.

Even so, the body was still firmly imprisoned in this embrace that seemed to feel some severe pain when it was approached.

"Woo... don't... let go, let go"

Bai Xuan held him tightly in his arms, but his face was in pain as if he was being executed.Only comfort over and over again, pray over and over again.

Don't be afraid of me!

please!

Jie Chen's words are still on the outside ear. "He has fallen in love with lovesickness!"

"Forget about the past, fall in love at first sight!"

"Yes. He didn't lie to you, let alone betrayed. You misunderstood him."

Crying hysterically and slapping randomly, but no matter what, Feng Qing couldn't get rid of this embrace that was like a nightmare to him.

"Let me go, don't—"

- don't be afraid of me

"Don't touch me, let go—"

--please

"Help, don't—"

- don't want me

"Don't touch, let go—"

- going crazy

Suddenly his face was bitten hard, Feng Qing felt the breath sprayed on his face, and suddenly stopped struggling.But even so, the surrounded body still couldn't stop shaking, stopped crying but couldn't help panting, whimpering, desperately suppressing fear, like a poor little beast.

Bai Xuan kept kissing his face softly to comfort him, calling his name over and over again to coax him softly.

Feng Qing couldn't break free, and was afraid that he would really hurt her, so she could only lean on him and let him do what she wanted, but she never relaxed in her heart, she only hoped that he would let him go quickly.The body is exhausted rapidly, but dare not relax.

Bai Xuan knew all of this.But I can only coax him more patiently and work harder to reassure him.

He couldn't convince himself, because he knew that he would never repay his eyes, and if his body was healed, he would not repay his basically undamaged body.He can no longer repay his magic power, and repay him a good body.

He loves him and owes him even more.

The two remained in a stalemate until Feng Qing couldn't hold on any longer and was too tired to fall asleep in his arms.

Chunxing smiled bitterly, but finally said nothing.

Jie Chen handed Bai Xuan a piece of paper before leaving.

"I don't have the antidote to restore his mana, but it's not difficult to solve the lovesickness. This is the solution, and it's up to you whether you use it or not."

The author has something to say:

Don't think it's too exaggerated, the young master's injury is not just the whip.

The author is really a mother~ so good at it~