Chapter 555

Mo Yarui suddenly fainted. Although she woke up later and said that there was no big deal, that is, some people suffered from physical asthenia and heatstroke. Just pay a little attention. When something like this happened, Feng Jueyuan couldn't stay any longer. She said goodbye to Feng jueyan. When she left, she repeatedly told Feng jueyan not to make excuses for physical discomfort tomorrow, otherwise the emperor would be really angry.

Feng Jue ran also sent Feng Jue Xuan to the door and repeatedly promised that she would go to the banquet safely tomorrow and never be lazy.

When Feng Jue ran came back, Mo Xuetong had changed into a homely light green breast length Ru skirt and came out of the inner room. Seeing Feng Jue ran in, he took the towel and handkerchief in the maid's hand, pulled his skirt, motioned him to lower his head and wiped his sweat with the handkerchief.

It must have been summer. This time, he was sent to the gate of the house, but there was a long way. Feng Jue ran was very hot again. After a while, he saw sweat on his forehead.

The maid in the room had already seen the opportunity and retreated.

Feng Jue ran happily looked at Mo Xuetong balancing her feet and wiped his sweat carefully. She took the fragrance with her body and took the initiative to come up to her arms. Her eyes were almost dripping. She stretched out her hand and hugged Mo Xuetong. Regardless of her struggle, she directly hugged the chair sitting on one side, fell on her neck and took a long breath, "It's still tong'er Xiang," he murmured with his eyes closed

"It's not serious." Ink snow pupil Jiao tooted cherry lips and pushed her. Seeing that he still ignored him, he simply stretched out his hand to pull his ear, "tell you what's going on."

"Say." Feng Jue dyed a lazy way, opened her eyes, turned her head sideways, saw her unhappy water eyes staring big, full of depression overflowing inside, immediately straightened her body, stretched out his hand and patted her back, indicating that he was listening very carefully and attentively, then smiled, picked a handsome eyebrow and asked, "tong'er wants to know about the best Nanzhu necklace?"

"Where did that necklace come from?" Mo Xue Tong leaned against Feng Jue ran and asked with a light hook at the corner of his mouth.

Her beautiful eyes contain some light and wise light. The whole person is as pure and soft as a pure and beautiful lotus, but she has a transparent and resourceful temperament different from other women, which makes her whole person more like a misty temperament shrouded in fog. Feng Jue dyed her side to look at her, the fundus of her eyes are gentle doting, and the corners of her vermilion lips are bent, He looked at her with a smile and asked, "how does tong'er know this necklace?"

It's really hard for her to answer this. She can't say the last life. She heard it. She simply shook her sleeves dyed by Feng Jue and said, "don't care where I know. First you say whether there is a problem with this necklace, and you happen to know it?"

Seeing her charming and trusting eyes, Feng Jue Ran's eyebrows were happy again, and his eyes glanced at Feng Jue ran, The handsome almost evil face had a gentle smile: "the string of Nanzhu was sent from the land of Nanman. It was a gift to my father. I received it a few days ago. Because the prince of Nanman had an accident, so the box was not sent. I thought to talk about it a few days later. I didn't expect someone would care about it."

Although his voice was lazy, there was a touch of cold in the corners of his eyes. A trace of yin and Li burst out from the corners of his eyes, which made his handsome face a little more bloodthirsty like Shura. His good brother's hands were really long. The news came from there. He had a reaction here. He wanted to encourage his pupils to open the jewelry box. It was really hateful.

Mo Xuetong stretched out his hand and pulled the slipped armband to his wrist. Shuimou blinked and smiled at Feng Jue ran: "the king of Chu deliberately mentioned this best Nanzhu Necklace in front of me in order to arouse my curiosity and open the box. Is it because there is something shady in the box, so it can't be opened?"

In the last life, Mo Xuetong locked the backyard deeply, so even if it was a major event that shook the government and the public, she only knew that one of emperor Zongwen's favorite concubines died unexpectedly, and many people in the favorite concubine palace died together, and the death was very tragic. The reason is that all the arrows of this Nanzhu Necklace given by the queen point to the queen, For this reason, Emperor Zongwen almost abandoned his hatred.

But she didn't know the specific reason. After thinking about it in the pavilion for a long time, she always felt that it should have something to do with the box. Otherwise, the item came from Nanman. How can the queen see it? After giving it to the beloved imperial concubine, something like that happened. The item of Nanman was strange and should be prevented.

Feng Jue ran held Moxue Tong in one hand and supported it on the table with the other hand. The red silk thread was intertwined with the gold thread to outline the blood color. Mandi Luo's purple robe sleeve fell down from his elbow, which made him more handsome and beautiful. His dark red lips were slightly lifted, his face was enchanted and full of tears, and his eyes were full of joy. He listened to Moxue Tong's detailed analysis.

The folds of the eyes brighten.

"The box was sent by Nanman. It was covered with Nanman's national seal. If it can be opened, the seal must be different. Moreover, I have heard that in Nanman, this box is also called Dora's box. Dora means disaster in Nanman language, which shows that this string of so-called Nanman's national treasures is originally a curse, but has been enshrined in front of the altar in Nanman's sacrificial temple , fewer and fewer people know its true meaning. "

"What are you going to do? Do you want to offer this box? What if something happens?"

Unable to bear to look at Moxue Tong's wrinkled eyebrows, Feng Jue ran stretched out his hand and gently stroked her frown. He explained softly that seeing that Moxue Tong's eyebrows had been smoothed, he stretched out his hand and held Moxue Tong's tender fingers like onions in his hand, put them on his lips and kissed them gently. Then he half raised his flexible eyes and saw that Moxue Tong's heart beat faster, I can't help scolding this guy's appearance. It's so charming.

Even if I have married him for so long, I will still be lured by his casual amorous feelings.

Feng Jue ran was satisfied to receive a trace of obsession from Mo Xuetong's eyes. She took Mo Xuetong's hand and gently rubbed it on her cheek. She was satisfied to enjoy the soft skin of her palm and said with a smile: "don't worry, you don't care about it. No matter what collusion between Nanman and Feng Jue Xuan, I'll be fine. There are some things not only he knows, but also I know."

The palm of his hand was slowly dawdled by him, like a trickle of limbs winding along the blood. The ink snow pupil was slightly blurred. Although the pupil was blurred, the idea was still clear: "is Feng Jueyuan connected with the Third Prince of Nanman place, so the prince of Nanman disappeared, or is it related to him?"

"It doesn't matter. They are all ready for their husbands. Just rest assured." Feng Jue ran comforted her, pulled her hand over again and kissed her.

Mo Xuetong was kissed by him, and there were light ripples in his eyes. She picked meimou coquettishly and said angrily, "I don't want to take care of those things, and I can't take care of them. Anyway, there are you, but you must not interfere in the matter of the two girls in the house. It must be the matter of the backyard. You are a noble prince. If you pay too much attention, you won't be beautiful."

Feng Jue ran knows what she's talking about and knows that it's really inappropriate for her to intervene in this matter. On the one hand, she really shouldn't be in charge of some little maids in her own identity. On the other hand, she also knows that if she takes more care of it, it will inevitably attract the attention of the father emperor. Maybe it will make the father emperor feel that tong'er is jealous. When something happens again in her savings, Will put all the responsibility on tong'er's head.

However, it was all handled by tong'er, and he was really worried.

Seeing that he was still hesitating, Mo Xue showed some grievances and injuries in her eyes: "do I not invite you to trust me, and I am not acting alone. Your men have not helped me. It's right for me to respond when necessary. Do you think I can't, so you don't believe me?"

With that, there was a faint mist in her eyes, but she wanted to cry. Seeing that Feng Jue ran was distressed, she stretched out her hand and held her tightly in her arms, Sighed and said, "OK, listen to tong'er. I naturally believe tong'er, but if there is anything really, I must not be hard. Remember that there is me behind you at any time. As long as tong'er needs me, I will be your unswerving backing."

His words were not loud, even with his lazy voice, with an inadvertent temptation. It was crisp and numb like a feather brushing the heart of the black snow pupil. At once, it made people feel sour and astringent on the wings of the nose, as if something was going to drip down from the eyes and bite the lips slightly. It was a little painful, but it also made her clearly feel that he really loved her.

The tenderness in her heart almost overflowed, and the warmth made her feel almost thrilled. She stretched out her hand, subconsciously hugged his strong, thin and strong body, buried his head deeply in his arms, sensed his strong and powerful heartbeat, and made him almost drown in his tenderness.

"What's the matter? What's wrong? I'll ask someone to call a doctor to see if he has heatstroke just now?" Feng Jue ranli picked her up.

Mo Xuetong has been in good health for a while. Although the poison in her body has not been solved, she is better than before after conditioning for a while. She is comfortable. Feng Jue dye immediately thinks of Mo Yarui. The secret way is that she has also suffered from heatstroke. Tong Er is delicate and naturally can't compare with others.

Mo Xuetong was just moved to tears. At this time, seeing that he was so nervous, his heart was sweet and sour, and he wanted to laugh. He simply rubbed his small face in his arms and said softly, "it's all right, just a little tired."

She's not really ill at this meeting. If it's true that the doctor came, it won't be laughed at.

Feng Jue ran was stunned at first. Then she understood. A smile flashed in Feng's eyes. She took her into the inner room, gently put her on the couch and said gently: "have a good rest. Don't be too tired. I can give you the two maids, but don't be tired. If I don't obey, I don't mind solving the matter myself."

"Don't worry, I won't be tired, and I'll get things done. Don't worry." Mo Xuetong poked out his small face from his arms, slightly tooted his pink lips, and promised again and again.

Only she knows how busy Feng Jue Ran is. On weekdays, she looks like a person who has nothing to do. Only Mo Xuetong knows that he often discusses things late at night and falls asleep in the early morning. As his wife, how can she not solve some simple things for him? Besides, she is more willing to solve those things by herself.

The last life, the last life, that is the barrier she can never put down in her heart. Is He Jia and the land of Nanman robbed by Feng Jue ran? Whether it is or not, in this life, since this heart allows him, she will stand in front of him.

Feng Jue ran holds her hand and looks at Mo Xue Tong and smiles. Mingzi is quite thorough in her Mo Mou. She doesn't understand the meaning of Mo Xue Tong. Her eyes are gentle and almost water appears. She kisses her face and lips gently, as if she is treating her most cherished treasure