Chapter 310

But the dark snow pupil is still keen to catch a faint smell.

Suspiciously, Feng Jue ran, who was holding a handkerchief to wipe her tears, looked at him up and down again and said, "what's the matter with you?"

Feng Jue ran raised her eyebrows and put down her handkerchief. It seemed that she joked: "tong'er asked whether it was the previous sentence or the latter sentence. I have to have time to answer No."

"The last sentence!" Mo Xuetong pushed away the hand that stretched out to tease her long hair. Her long hair was still the same as when she went to bed, scattered on her shoulders, adding a little more weakness to her, but a little more clarity at the bottom of one eye.

"It's a long story..." Feng Jue ran smiled and opened his mouth leisurely.

Mo Xuetong impolitely interrupted his pretentious delaying prologue and reached out to lift his robe: "say the point."

"Hey, tong'er, although my father has agreed with our marriage, there must be differences between men and women. It's not very good to do so now." Feng Jue ran stretched out her hand to hold Mo Xue Tong's small hand, and squeezed a serious way.

"Do you say it yourself or do I see it?" Mo Xuetong stared at him unmoved. There was a jumping angry face in the fundus of his eyes. He really thought that this sandalwood smell could be covered.

Under her angry stare, Feng Jue ran was defeated. She had to face bitterly and flatter: "tong'er, I'm hurt."

"How did it hurt? Let me see." Mo Xuetong clapped his hand and insisted on lifting his robe. His robe was not tightly tied, but only half covered. After opening it, he found that there was a layer of thick cloth wrapped around his chest. The clothes couldn't be tightened as usual. The blood color seeped from under such thick cloth. Although he couldn't see the wound, he also knew that his injury was very serious.

The lip color of Mo Xue Tong immediately turned pale, and the lip flap trembled twice. He was stunned there. He was really hurt! And it's not easy to get hurt. The rumors outside are true!

No wonder he will light a fragrance here.

"Pupil, I hurt." Feng Jue dyed the bottom of her eyes with a gentle smile. She stretched out her hand and held the hand of Mo Xue Tong. Her eyes showed water color and were very moving.

Mo Xue Tong angrily knocked off his outstretched hand and pointed to his cold chest: "what is this?"

She never thought the rumors outside were true.

Listening to a trace of reluctance in the tone of Mo Xue Tong, the handsome eyes are more and more bright, flickering under the light, as if pure water is flowing, flowing a little bit of broken diamond like light.

"Tong'er, others hurt me and others stabbed me." Feng Jue ran nodded wrongfully and looked bitter.

"Then you don't lie down." Mo Xuetong pushed away Feng Jue ran, who was half on his side, sat up, let him lie flat, took out the high pillow cushion behind his head, and said angrily, "is it really the pressure of drinking flower wine in the building?"

The wound was stabbed anyway. He really had the face to say that to the outside.

"With tong'er, how can I drink flower wine? It's clear that someone wronged me. Tong'er, you can see that the injury seems to be under pressure! Now this person really has everything. Tong'er can't be trusted to hear similar things in the future. Don't tong'er believe a character like me!" Feng Jue Ran's face was filled with righteous indignation, as if she had been greatly wronged. Her poor and handsome face showed a somewhat flattering appearance.

Mo Xuetong curled his mouth and ignored him at all!

If he hadn't sent someone to spread these words, how could he say so? He would dare to say that he hit the door and bent!

"Who sent someone to hurt you? Why don't you know?" Mo Xuetong raised his head and frowned. Since it was a stab wound, he couldn't hide it. Anyway, he wasn't the one who was hurt at this time, but he was the most hurt. As long as emperor Zongwen saw the wound, he believed he would understand that someone wanted his life. Why hide it for others.

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to untie the cloth on him. The blood had seeped out and should be wrapped with another piece.

"The brothers don't kill each other well. I'm afraid my father will be angry for a while. Of course, I can't say so." Feng Jue ran picked her eyebrows and turned sideways, making it easy for her hands to untie the knot.

Mo Xuetong was annoyed. He reached out and gently pressed his wound. As expected, it caused him a burst of pain. Looking at his pale face and forbearing, Mo Xuetong felt that he couldn't bear to start, and his hand trembled slightly.

After half a sound, he took a deep breath. When he exhaled, he was calm again. His fingers flexibly picked up the wrapped wound cloth and gently spread it layer by layer, so that the wound towel fell down. Mo Xuetong looked at the big wound that almost cut from the left upper chest to the right lower abdomen, and his heart trembled.

Almost, almost didn't see him!

This cognition made her face pale and her hands and feet cold. She didn't dare to think about it. She just felt that at this moment, her heart almost stopped beating. How could he, how could he... Tears poured up and clenched her lips, so as to suppress the inexplicable palpitation at the bottom of her heart!

She could not explain the emotion clearly. It was like sadness and fear. She only felt the dull pain of her heart.

She's scared! For the first time in her rebirth, she felt afraid. A pair of warm hands stretched out from her side and held her firmly. She seemed to grasp the support point immediately and held his back hand.

"Never mind, I don't hurt." His voice was low with a smile.

But she was painful, very painful and scared. She bit her lip and couldn't say a word. The whole person stared at his deep wound. The coldness of the bottom of her eyes disappeared and was at a loss.

Feng Jue Ran's long and narrow Phoenix eyes had a light and gentle smile. She smiled enchanting and assured her, "tong'er, don't worry, I didn't make him feel better at that moment. He's not still lying in bed and can't get up now. That hand is half useless. In the future, he can only pretend to write a few small words."

Whose hand is also hurt and can't get up in bed.

The eyelashes of Mo Xue Tong flashed. Suddenly, er understood that after two tears fell down, there was endless anger. He fiercely pushed his hand away and stood up. He said angrily: "where are the wound towel and medicine?"

Feng Jue ran didn't expect that Mo Xuetong would suddenly get angry. She was in a hurry. The enchanting smile on her face could not be saved: "Tong er..."

"Where is it?" Mo Xuetong ignored him. After asking a question, she went to look at the box bag on one side. Sure enough, she opened it and saw a roll of snow-white cotton cloth and some medicine powder. She smelled it. Sure enough, it was some medicine for muscle healing. She took it and put it aside. She sprinkled the medicine neatly on the wound and cut a large section of the white cotton cloth with great care.

Coldly motioned him to raise his body. Feng Jue ran obediently cooperated and looked at her small face. Mo Xuetong carefully padded it for him and tied it up layer by layer. Every time she had to lie down and get close to him, Feng Jue Ran's beautiful eyes were happy with smile lines.

Tong'er was really worried about him. She was angry that he didn't cherish his body!

This cognition made him drink honey in an instant, sweet to his heart!

"Why did you go to find Feng Jue Xuan?" The dark snow pupil is filled with tears on the eyelashes, and the side turns its head to hide the meaning of tears.

Feng Jue ran said indifferently, "do it yourself."

Of course, she didn't believe it. Feng Jueyuan plotted against himself on his front foot, but something happened to Feng Jueyuan on his back foot, and he was hurt like this. The inexplicable sense of tears and annoyance didn't say what it was like. She just felt pain and hate. She didn't know what to say at once. She tightened up hard and didn't listen to his stuffy hum.

Biting her lips, staring at him with red eyes, shaking, surprised, sad, and even a trace of sweetness... For a moment, the bottom of her heart was full of five flavors, and only merged into a sense of anger. Unexpectedly, her charming and pathetic appearance was more like a charming and angry. Her watery eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, which was tender and distressing.

Seeing that Mo Xuetong didn't respond for a long time and just tied up the belt for him, he sat aside with a small face and ignored him. Feng Jue ran couldn't help but stretch out his hand, pulled the corner of her clothes, lifted up the green silk scattered by her, and said with some expectation: "Tong Er is worried about me?"

Although the Phoenix eyes still smile, the tension and expectation in the bottom of their eyes can't be suppressed!

In the last life, she looked forward to it all her life, begged for it all her life, and finally gave her life, but she still couldn't get the nervous care. Now, it naturally shows on the Xuan king, who has always been considered to be a beautiful demon. The ink snow pupil bites her lips to suppress the pain at the bottom of her heart.

This man, high above the world, is the most beloved son of emperor Zongwen, but he is willing to go into danger for himself. He only wants to stand out for himself. It's false not to be moved. The emotion of this life and the disappointment of this life are combined into a painful sour.

"Tong'er, don't worry, those people in the house can do whatever you want in the future. Whoever dares to provoke you in the future, I'll take you to chop people together." Feng Jue ran said it very seriously. She held her single thin bead shoulder in her hand. Suddenly, with a sudden force, Mo Xuetong involuntarily fell on him.

Wait to see in front of you is holding a strong cloth strip. Mo Xuetong quickly stretched out his hand to support both sides before he didn't hit his wound.

"What are you doing?" Mo Xue Tong said angrily. She just wanted to stand up. She suddenly felt that she jumped down and bumped into him involuntarily. Fortunately, she responded quickly enough. She exerted herself with one hand and tilted her hand. She was falling on Feng Jue Ran's extended arm. He stretched out his hand and hugged her tightly. The whole person seemed to be tired into his arms.

"Your Highness, there is a stone under the car. The slave didn't see it clearly just now. Did you hurt?" Without waiting for Mo Xuetong to speak, a voice of greetings came from outside.

This is a car. No wonder it feels strange. It doesn't look like his house at all!

Mo Xuetong's brain only had time to think about such a sentence. He heard his lazy and pleasant voice say: "it's all right!"

There was no sound outside.

Mo Xuetong turned over and wanted to sit up. Suddenly, he felt that Feng Jue ran turned over and pressed her down. The handsome face was close at hand. The evil smile on the handsome face was a little gentle and compassionate. He looked at her with determination. He was tied hard on his chest. * *'s chest and the smell of masculinity came to his face and caged her in... In an instant, Mo Xuetong's face was swollen and red. He turned his head and pushed Feng Jue Ran's face: "you, you... Stay away from me."

Just raised his hand, but found that his hand was pressed on both sides by him, but he couldn't draw it out. He was more and more urgent: "let go..."

Even the voice became like sweet waxy pleading, with a delicate vibrato. It was an anxious voice, but at this time, it was with a kind of tenderness that people pity.