Chapter 100

The finger slowly stroked over the bulge, and the scar was long and wide, uneven, which could imagine the tragedy at that time.

Feng Zhiwei remembers the rumors about him in Beijing At the age of seven, he was still alive from a serious illness. After that, his temperament changed greatly. Was it not a disease, but an injury?

His fingertip inadvertently touched his perfect skin, and the cool and smooth under the finger let Feng know that his face was red. He quickly drew back his hand and tried to let his thinking gallop everywhere. He could think about everything to avoid the embarrassment at the moment.

She thought that he Lianzheng's feet were so bad that Gu Nan Yi's walnuts would be tired of one day. She wiped Ning Yi's whole body hard with the quilt, and then took another quilt to cover the original wet quilt. She took out the wet quilt from the bottom, and only the dry quilt wrapped Ning Ning Yi was left.

Then she even quilt will Ning Yi pick up, send to the bed.

The man was still in a daze, but his rapid and weak breath was slightly calmer. Fengzhiwei rubbed his body vigorously with the quilt to promote the circulation of blood. Somehow, he eased a little. The gray and blue color on his pale face disappeared, and his thick black eyelashes were powerless. Under the beautiful arc of the corner of his eyes, he covered a light shadow. The contrast between black and white was rare Weak, usually that kind of pressing elegant Yan, now only soft and light, a cloud like leisure.

Feng Zhiwei, who was busy sweating, looked at the guy who was comfortable and comfortable and fell into his dream. He patted his face with a lot of anger and jealousy, "sleeping soundly!"

After shooting, I felt very happy, so I clapped it twice again. Ah, I took the time to beat it twice. After this village, there was no shop.

He put Ning Yi on the bed. Seeing that his hair was still wet, he took off his golden crown, pulled out his hairpin, and spread his hair. He was afraid that his hair would get wind when he put his pillow on the pillow. He moved him out and hung his long black hair under the couch.

Then he busily searched for the flint fire basin and took down the gray cloth furniture covers to ignite the fire. As soon as the covers were taken out, they immediately couldn't help praising. The utensils in this room looked simple and clean, but they were all exquisite and gorgeous. The details showed that they were valuable. Moreover, all the utensils were not Tiansheng style, and the corners had a strange arc, which had the beauty of an alien race.

But at this time, she did not have the mind to appreciate carefully, she rummaged through the cabinet to find what she wanted. Fortunately, everything here was complete. She even saw a wooden fish in a drawer.

He found the flint, pulled out the brazier from under the bed, made a fire under the couch, baked his clothes and hair, and took a comb to comb his wet hair.

His hair quality is very good, holding it in his hand is as soft and cool as brocade. Some of them stick to his forehead. Feng Zhiwei leans over and gently helps him pick it up with her fingers.

Ning Yi woke up at this moment.

From the darkness of confusion and deep pain, and from the world of continuous cold and rainstorm, he struggled and trudged out all the way. He opened his eyes and could not see the world in a moment. He only saw the delicate and delicate jade white fingers, and his gestures gently passed by his eyes.

The line of sight extends upward, you can see a corner of exquisite snow-white jaw, a piece of light pink delicate lip, in the background color of four sides gray, delicate and bright.

The curtain hung low on all sides, and the fire was shining, and there was a warm breath coming through the bones.

Just now the darkness, cold pain, like a dream.

Or is it a dream now?

His eyes are still hazy. His fingers are busy, and the nymphal butterflies are flying like flowers. He looks at it a little vaguely. He is very familiar with the scene. It seems that many years ago, there was such a palace. There was such a person, gentle and meticulous, who plucked his sweat wet hair from his forehead.

For a moment, my heart is filled with joy.

Have those lost things come back?

With a low groan, he grabbed the finger, pulled it to the cheek, and leaned gently against it.

"Mother and concubine..."

Warm fingers against the cold cheek, into the bone marrow of the soft warm, he slightly squint, intoxicated to do not want to let go.

Feng Zhi is slightly stiff at the edge of the bed and looks at her fingers being rubbed by Ning Yi. She doesn't know whether to pull it out or continue to take advantage of him.

Obviously, this guy is not awake yet. She hesitates, and she wakes him up one by one. What can he do if he finds out that the reality becomes angry. But if he doesn't pull his hand, what can he do?

The finger only lightly trembles, that person actually already startled.

Just also misty and misty eyes suddenly congealed, and then as clear as ink jade, he raised his eyelashes, a glance at the people in front of him.

Looking around, Ning Yi's eyes became sharper and sharper. He let go of Feng Zhi's tiny finger and said in a deep voice, "how are you here?"

He didn't look angry, but in an instant he regained the sharpness and coolness that he usually used to be in front of her. His Dark Jade eyes were hazy, and he never let off his guard and vigilance.

Feng Zhiwei wiped her fingers on her skirt and went back to bake his clothes. She said with a smile, "find a place to stay out of the rain. I came in unintentionally."

Ning Yi Shua opened the quilt and took a look. Shua covered it again.

And then I started to be in a daze.

Feng know micro back to him, calmly raised small clothes, see where there is no drying.She didn't lift it to be OK, one fell swoop rather play chess more unbearable, angry way: "put down!"

Feng Zhiwei looks at him innocently and sighs. It's true. I'm not for your comfort? Otherwise, I don't care whether your underwear is dry or not, as long as you make sure that your robe is not seen to be wet.

After taking the basic dry clothes, she was very virtuous to fold the clothes one by one and sent them over. The calf nose pants of mulberry silk were placed on the top, and she took a breath when she saw Ning Yi.

He couldn't help looking up at her. The woman was serious and had no intention. She seemed to be a little shy, but he just thought that she was on purpose.

However, such an embarrassment, the heavy haze cloud that pressed on the bottom of his heart dissipated. He sighed and carried the internal breathing around his body. He found that although the old injury broke out, it did not worsen, nor did he suffer from cold in the rainstorm like that.

Thanks to her.

The clothes were neatly placed by his side. He was staring at the woman. A rainstorm washed away her face. Her face was small, just like a big palm. She was frightened and beautiful. Her eyes were dazzled. Like the noisy rain outside the window, the smoke was scattered and her hair was disordered. When she bent down, the silk like hair fell down on the back of her hand, and it seemed to be kneaded into the bottom of her heart 。

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