Chapter 70

Su Nuan's eyes widened and watched Feng Junyi wield a knife. She even thought that her head would roll in front of others like the palace maid just now, frightening others.

Unexpectedly, her third time was about to be buried in the hands of a tyrant.

She refused!!!

Su Nuan closes her eyes and is ready to take the sword. She doesn't know, but she doesn't feel anything.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw that Feng Junyi's sword body stopped less than an inch from her neck.

Looking over his head, the broken hair hanging from his ears was cut off by his iron like mud sword.

Her legs were like lead. Even the knife holder neck could not move. She only blinked her big eyes and shriveled her mouth and shouted, "brother of the emperor ~"

The sword in Feng Junyi's hand fell to the ground, and then the whole person fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, Su Nuan doesn't know where her strength comes from. She pushes away Princess Shuanghua, who is also scared and silly, and reaches out to drag Feng Junyi to her side, so she is so forcibly pressed on the ground by Feng Junyi.

The Empress Dowager was frightened. When she saw that Feng Junyi fainted, she calmed down and said to mother Zhao: "mother Zhao, pass on the royal doctor quickly!"

It was already midnight when Feng Junyi woke up again.

When he opened his eyes, his headache didn't explode as before. When he was ready to move, he met a soft little man lying beside him.

By the dim candle light, Feng Junyi sees the little girl leaning against her arms and holding him tightly in her hands.

"Husband, don't be afraid. Warm and knead it for you. It won't hurt."

When the little girl finished, her little hands groped up his chest, touched his temple all the way, and gently rubbed his temple with her fingers.

The soft and smooth finger pulp was close to his temple, and his heart gradually melted away.

Feng Junyi looked at the little girl who fumbled on him, lay on him, closed her eyes and rubbed his temples. The corners of her mouth couldn't help rising.

She took care of him all night. I'm afraid she's really tired now, so the little girl is still rubbing his temples half asleep and half awake.

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand, squeezed the two soft little hands in his hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "it doesn't hurt."

"Just don't hurt."

The little girl muttered, "don't be afraid, it's warm ~"

Feng Junyi answered the voice and closed his eyes.

The faint fragrance of the little girl lingered in front of his breath, but his heart was deeply touched by this scene.

It was the little girl who was afraid to die. Unexpectedly, it was her who comforted him in the end.

He took her waist with his big hand and slowly pushed her down from her body and put her on her side. Where did he know that the little girl's hands and feet were pasted up again.

He simply stopped moving and let the little girl stick to him.

When Su Nuan vaguely opens his eyes, he sees Feng Junyi lying quietly on the bed, letting her stand with her hands and feet, and immediately feels a click in her heart.

God, why does she use a murderous tyrant as a pillow?

The body immediately became stiff, then pretended to turn over and quietly moved the body, trying to change the act of death unconsciously.

Finally, Su Nuan, who finished this series of actions, breathed a sigh of relief, pretended to wake up from his sleep, yawned and said, "husband, when did you wake up?"

Feng Junyi didn't reveal it either. The little girl must have been frightened by him just now.

Although he didn't quite remember what he did after his head disease, he could guess that he must have killed someone.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Su Nuan turned over, held his cheeks in his hands, looked down at the beautiful face under the candle, and whispered, "brother emperor, can't you sleep?"

"Well, I can't sleep."

Feng Junyi answered. She didn't know that the little girl in front of her suddenly came to spirit. Her two big eyes flashed brightly and said to him, "brother emperor, since you can't sleep, let's pick the stars."

It seems that... There is such an agreement.

Feng Junyi answered. Dressed neatly and wearing thick cloaks, they rushed to the imperial study, went up to the top floor of the imperial study, stood on the attic and looked at the stars.

Su Nuan has to sigh that the good thing about this era is that as long as it's sunny, you can see the bright moon in any season.

The moonlight is very beautiful. Su Nuan can clearly see the curved moon hanging in the sky. The moonlight shines on the clouds, and even the clouds are clearly visible.

There are many stars not far away. The Milky way is still that Milky way. Everything looks very real.

If she hadn't known from the beginning that this was just the world in the book, I'm afraid she wouldn't doubt the authenticity of this place.

Feng Junyi stood beside her. The little tyrant under the moonlight was pale to almost transparent, wrapped in dark clothes. Because he was thin and tall, he didn't feel bloated even in a thick cloak, but had a strange beauty.

Su Nuan couldn't help looking at Feng Junyi again. His eyes looked at Feng Junyi. He had already forgotten himself. He couldn't help coming up and pecking on his thin lips.

But the idea was soon dispelled. Su Nuan took back his eyes, raised one small hand high and made the action of holding things. The other hand recruited the little tyrant to squat down on her side, then tilted his head to adjust his sight, pointed to his hand and said, "brother emperor, what do you think of my palm?"

Feng Junyi bends down as Su Nuan orders, but sees a bright moon as if it is held in the hands of the little girl. He suddenly understands what the little girl means by picking the stars and the moon.

He was a little unhappy and said, "I see. Your palm seems to hold the moon, but even so, it's not true."

Seeing that Feng Junyi was serious, Su Nuan began to seriously popularize science. She said seriously, "brother emperor, do you know how far we stand from the moon?"

Feng Junyi said, "how far is it? As long as I build a warm palace high enough, I can't pick it if I don't believe it."

“……”

So, are ancient emperors stupid?

Su Nuan sighed: "the moon is about 363300 kilometers from where we stand, even if it is closest, that is, about 108.99 million feet. Brother emperor, are you sure you want to build such a high building?"

She tilted her head to look at Feng Junyi, with a trace of cunning in her eyes.

Feng Junyi stared at the little girl in front of him, and felt sick inside: so now she is the real her? But why is there still a sense of simplicity?

He took back his eyes and a trace of embarrassment flashed on his face: "naturally, it can't be."

The moonlight is like water. Feng Junyi's face is mature, which is inconsistent with his age, but with a trace of green and seductive beauty.

Su Nuan began to be manic: ah, such a little tyrant really wants to kiss. What should I do? Wait online, very urgent!