"Who threw themselves into my arms? Do you think you are a hottie? Do you really think that there are a few people who want to crawl into your bed and you feel that all the women in the world want to throw themselves into your arms? I will not take the blame for this.

!" Feng Qinghua scolded.

"It seemed like you were the one who took the initiative to lie in my arms just now, right? Could it be that I was dreaming?" The man said seriously.

Feng Qinghua hurriedly struggled to fight against Bei Xiao's embrace, but before she could break free, the light that shone into the hall came one after another with fierce force.

Feng Qinghua instinctively plunged into Zhan Beixiao's arms with a fierce force, hitting her forehead against the man's hard chest with a "bang" sound.

It was as if someone was beating a gong crazily in the ear, and the whole hall seemed to be shaken.

The thunder in this summer night was too much. It almost knocked away people's souls. Regardless of whether they were afraid of thunder or not, this would have frightened everyone.

The storm was raging outside, but the two people on the bed were stuck together like magnets.

Fortunately, it is said that when the thunder stops, the raindrops will become smaller and smaller, and they will make a rhythmic sound when they fall into small puddles.

Zhan Beixiao's low laughter reached Feng Qinghua's ears through his hands: "Then I understand."

Feng Qinghua was so stunned by the thunder that she completely forgot what she just said. When she heard this, she was stunned and said: "What do you understand?"

"Women are always so duplicitous in their words. Whether you are afraid of thunder or you are throwing yourself into someone's arms, you will be embarrassed to admit it. I understand."

The man's muffled laughter came from his chest, and Feng Qinghua's head trembled numbly as if it had been struck by lightning.

When Feng Qinghua heard these words, she cried out loud and burst into tears.

What does this mean? Why does it become a positive and negative issue between the two? It can't be that she is not afraid of thunder, nor is she throwing herself into someone's arms?

"I'm too lazy to tell you! When a scholar meets a soldier, he can't explain why." Feng Qinghua was exhausted both physically and mentally. She felt that she must have not slept well in the first half of the night, so she couldn't explain it.

Zhan Beixiao raised his eyebrows: "Are you a scholar? Aren't you a villain and a woman?"

Only villains and women are difficult to raise.

Feng Qinghua punched the man in the abdomen, but the man reacted quickly. He stretched out his hand to hold her fist, put it to his lips and took a bite: "I became angry from shame."

Feng Qinghua sneered: "Have you ever practiced swordsmanship?"

"Huh?" Zhan Beixiao raised his eyebrows, a little wary of her sudden change of topic.

"You don't learn so many weapons, but you focus on swordsmanship; you don't learn how to use the upper sword, but how to learn how to use the lower sword; there are so many moves to use the lower sword, so you learn the drunken sword!"

Zhan Beixiao pinched Feng Qinghua's lips: "Okay, you are not allowed to speak. If you say one more thing, I will sew you up with a needle."

"If you want to sew, sew, sew, sew yourself first."

Feng Qinghua said angrily, but now she couldn't tell and could only stare at him.

"Okay, what I said is inconsistent with my actions, and I have the nerve to be clever with this king. Go to sleep. No matter how much you have to say, save it for today to face those people. If things go wrong by then, you will not only be a liar.

, he is still a scoundrel who broke the contract."

"Humph." Feng Qinghua rolled her eyes, knowing now that she still needs to block the temptation.

Zhan Beixiao smiled: "You are quite arrogant."

After saying that, he let go of Feng Qinghua's mouth and continued to hold her with both hands.

"Let go." Feng Qinghua said.

Zhan Beixiao opened his hands: "I thought you liked this better."

Feng Qinghua rolled around twice and rolled to the corner, taking the quilt away with her and wrapping herself into a silkworm. She looked at Zhan Beixiao lying pitifully on the side of the bed and closed her eyes with contentment.

After lying there for a while, she didn't hear the man next to her speak. Feng Qinghua pursed her lips. Thinking of the man's thin body wearing only a middle coat, she curled her lips, then moved to the bedside, and pulled out a section of the quilt on her body.

He covered it, frowned and murmured in a low voice: "I'm not taking advantage of you, but if you get cold, your father will not give me eye drops tomorrow."

Zhan Beixiao said: "Feng Qinghua, it's summer now and it won't be cold."

Feng Qinghua sneered: "Who said you can't catch a cold in the summer? With this heavy rain, the cold air is sucked in. If you get a heat cold later, you'll know it's serious. A runny nose in the summer is not pleasant."

Zhan Beixiao hummed, lying flat on his back, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, as he listened to the woman's voice, which was getting more and more confused, with the tone of a doctor's mother's heart.

The next day, the brick and tile floors around the main hall were washed clean, the blue bricks had long been dried, and the palace gates were already busy.

Nuanyue saw that the hour had come, but the two masters in the dormitory had not gotten up yet. She couldn't help but feel anxious. She opened the door of the palace, stood in the outer hall and called softly: "Your Majesty, Princess, it's almost time, it's time to get up."

On the bed, Zhan Beixiao had already woken up, but this time, he was pressed down by someone's hands and feet, unable to move.

On weekdays, although Feng Qinghua is far different from everyone's lady, she can barely see her sleeping state, but who knows that at this moment, she completely occupies the entire bed.

The whole person was lying on her stomach in a big Chinese character shape, with one leg, one hand, and half of her body leaning on him. If it weren't for her slender figure, half of his body would have been numb at this moment.

Hearing the noise outside, Zhan Beixiao didn't speak, but Feng Qinghua hummed "Uh-huh" twice, without even opening her eyes. She was obviously still immersed in sleep.

"If you don't get up, you will miss the banquet. But remember what day it is today?" Zhan Beixiao said in a deep voice.

Feng Qinghua vaguely heard it and murmured in a low voice: "It's not yet dawn. If we sleep for a while, who can choose a concubine against the dark sky?"

Zhan Beixiao laughed: "I don't know if you will choose a concubine against the dark sky, but I know that if you can't open your eyes, you won't be able to see the daylight."

When Feng Qinghua heard this, she moved her body, touched the sheets on both sides with her palms, and muttered: "You are just fooling me."

I touched the fabric with my left hand and felt it was smooth, delicate and warm, so I couldn't help but touch it a few more times.

"Feng Qinghua, it seems that you are so brave, daring to tease me." Zhan Beixiao's voice came again.

Feng Qinghua was sober now. After hearing Zhan Beixiao's words, she said, "Zhan Beixiao, if you slander me again, I won't be polite. Do you think you are an immortal?"

As he spoke, he raised his head unhappily and met the man's calm eyes.

Zhan Beixiao stared at her, looking down, half-smiling but not smiling: "Then tell me what you are doing now."
Chapter completed!