Miss Fengqi disliked that there was nothing else to enjoy except for a few good-looking birds in the Holy Land? Is there nothing that Feng Zhilou nostalgic about? For example, a man who once married her and had a close relationship.
“Just a few birds are beautiful?”
Chu Moshang's brow lock became a word "chuan", and he felt speechless. Could it be that the luxurious life in Wujing Imperial City made Feng Qi focus? This is undoubtedly a possibility, even if Feng Zhilou's identity is special, how
Noble, after all, she was born in Fengjiazhuang and Fengjiazhuang. She suddenly came to this world of flowers. How can she not be attracted by this prosperity?
But is she really that superficial?
Feng Zhilou knew that her words were not good enough. In her eyes, Chu Moshang was not even as good as a few birds, but if she didn't say that, how could she get rid of today's predicament?
Taking a deep breath, Zhilou still smiled lightly, and a faint dimples appeared on his cheeks.
"In the past few days, I have thought about the distant roads of people and holy places, which are very places where people can go. Right and wrong are complicated and complicated. Zhilou is simple in his mind, too playful, afraid of causing trouble, and it is difficult to deal with.
, I won’t participate.”
"You only think of yourself as an ordinary person?" Chu Moshang asked in a low voice, is she an ordinary person? She is not, she is a descendant of Pangu, different from ordinary people.
“Isn’t it?”
Feng Zhilou looked at Chu Moshang. If others said that they didn't know, would he not know? Who is Miss Fengqi in Fengjiazhuang? She is almost famous far and wide. She has never seen a strange creature in a thousand years. Thinking of this, Zhilou said with emotion.
: "I was born as a humble concubine. I had no wisdom, no true energy, and even worse than ordinary people. If it weren't for the later... I might still be in Fengjiazhuang and found someone to marry and live
What else can I not be satisfied with being an ordinary person in the days of food, rice, oil and salt?”
After Feng Zhilou finished speaking, she sighed. Can Chu Moshang understand her mood? Princess Li Luo grew up in the imperial city, with a competitive heart, striving for the best everywhere, and Queen Dragon is her highest pursuit.
, and Miss Fengqi’s greatest ideal was to stand on the streets of Fengjiazhuang without being ridiculed.
"Is this the reason why you stayed in the imperial city?" Chu Moshang strode to Feng Zhilou, just to be an ordinary person, but he still had other thoughts.
"Isn't this reason enough?" Feng Zhilou took a step back awkwardly. As for when he was in front of her, she felt very nervous, and her blood flow accelerated, but by the prince's side, she was rarely calm.
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Chu Moshang did not stop because of Zhilou's retreat. He strode close to him and grabbed Zhilou's wrist. His cold eyes seemed to want her to freeze.
"What the hell are you thinking?"
He really wanted to dig open the woman's heart and see if there was a young man named Chu or a prince named Yan.
"What, nothing, Chu Moshang, go back..."
Zhilou tried to break free from Chu Moshang's hand, but he held her vigorously, and her sharp eyes made her dare not look directly at her.
"Have you forgotten the kindness between you and me so quickly?" Chu Moshang asked in shame.
"I, I don't care at all. If I care... I won't agree to you that night..." Zhilou shyly shyly, although her thoughts wouldn't be so pedantic.
, but she is not too open-minded. If it is false to say that she doesn't care, she will never forget the warmth of that night.
"Don't care?" Chu Moshang narrowed his eyes. She was so generous, how frivolous she regarded that kind of thing?
"Yes, yes, otherwise how could I agree to marry the prince?"
puff.
After Feng Zhilou said this, he felt that he was saying this despicable enough. Marrying the prince was for Fengjiazhuang and Cheng Quanshang, which was definitely not a slander. But now he said this, it was really dirty and suspected of being a watery poplar flower. This time Chu Mo
Shang should be disappointed with her and turned around and left.
Sure enough, after such words, Chu Moshang's face, who had always been calm, had thick eyebrows raised and became angry.
"The woman I have favored is not qualified to marry other men, even the prince will not do it!"
"You? Arbitrary!"
Feng Zhilou was very guilty, but now when he heard it, he was furious and gritted his teeth. What kind of thought is this? It is deeply rooted and pedantic. Her wrist has added the power of true energy and pushed hard. Chu Moshang was pushed without preparation and was pushed.
I had to take three steps back and had to let go of her.
"Feng Zhilou!"
Chu Moshang said the name of Zhilou coldly, and his eyes were so gloomy that Feng Zhilou ran into the hall repeatedly. The shy and annoyed man rushed up and turned into a giant dragon to take her into the sky.
At that time, even if she wanted to break free, she would have no chance.
Seeing Zhilou avoiding this horror, the anger on Chu Moshang's face gradually subsided, and a trace of reluctance appeared between his eyebrows. He could not save her after all.
"Zhilou..."
A gentle call was filled with deep affection in the hoarseness.
Feng Zhilou stopped halfway through. Although she did not turn around, her shoulders were still shocked. Although she was ready to resist Chu Moshang's temptation, this sound caused the defense line set up in her heart to completely collapse.
She really wanted to turn around and throw herself into his arms, as if she had been, and she could vent her as much as she wanted, but now, an invisible shackle was bound by her, and she dared not have any extravagance for it.
mother.
This title that Zhilou cannot give up.
Can she really be selfish once? Ruthless and cruel, disregard Yue Niang's life? Thinking of this, her heart was in unbearable pain, as if it was a needle, mother and son were connected to each other, Feng Zhilou could not do ruthlessly, maybe
She needs more time, maybe this time is far away.
"You said that I won't force me, Chu Moshang, go back."
The last three words cut off Zhilou's inner feelings. She had decided long ago that she would not give up on her blind mother because of anything, even Chu Moshang would not do it.
It’s not because she doesn’t love him, but because her biological mother’s kindness is as great as the sky, Miss Fengqi must make choices.
Chu Moshang never expected that this would be the result. He stood coldly in the hall. As Feng Zhilou said, he was not a person who was forced to do so. He married her and asked her to be willing to do so.
The next period of silence was broken by the sound of footsteps from outside the hall. Prince Yan walked in with a few guards.
When Yan saw Shang standing on the hall, his brows frowned. It seemed that the minister’s guess was true. Feng Zhilou was really a saint of true martial arts, otherwise how could Shang appear in Zhilou’s private residence?
As the distance narrowed, Yan was heavy. He knew that he had no sacred status and no sacred power. Maybe he should let go of Fengzhilou. She was the saint, and her future was in the holy land. You can imagine that
How much reluctance is there in the heart of this kind of separation? The world is so big, why is this saint her?