When facing Gong Fanmo, Feng Ruoli always had a hint of charm in his movements. Even when he picked up a bowl to drink, Gong Fanmo felt that he could be attracted to her and moved. It seemed that he was really
He was poisoned by her, and once the poison spread, it was out of control.
After picking up the bowl, Feng Ruoli did not drink in a hurry. Instead, she faced Gong Fanmo with a smile like a flower and a hint of excitement in her voice: "Gong Fanmo, congratulations on your soon-to-be-married wife, come on, do it."
It's done, I wish you a long life together and a happy marriage." After saying a series of blessings, Feng Ruoli picked up the bowl in her hand, touched Gong Fanmo's bowl, and drank it all.
For some reason, she smelled the aroma of wine, but after drinking it, she realized that the wine was so bitter and astringent. It was worse than any other wine she had ever drunk. After she finished drinking it, Gong Fan
Mo remained silent, picked up the bowl at hand and drank it in one gulp.
Seeing that he had finished the wine, Feng Ruoli filled the empty bowl with wine again. As if to verify the taste of the wine, Feng Ruoli picked up the bowl again and filled the bowl with wine again.
After drinking, although Gong Fanmo didn't speak, his face started to look a little ugly.
He had never seen a princess drinking so boldly, regardless of her image. It didn't seem like congratulating him at all, but more like drinking to relieve her worries. Feng Ruoli poured bowl after bowl of wine for herself.
, every time I drank a bowl, I said something to bless Gong Fanmo. In the end, I couldn't even find the words and wanted to move out of Shoubinan Mountain.
"Gong Fanmo, why do you think it is? This wine is so bitter and astringent. Call the shopkeeper quickly. It's too much to entertain the princess without bringing out the good wine." Feng Ruoli patted her.
At the table, he opened his mouth to call out to the shopkeeper, but was stopped by Gong Fanmo.
After he picked up the bowl and drank, he pursed his lips and said to Feng Ruoli: "This wine is good, not crying and not astringent. It is an old daughter's red. The shopkeeper did not lie to you. He
I have indeed brought some good wine to entertain you, Your Highness." Listening to the words "Your Highness," he said, Feng Ruoli felt particularly ironic, and her heart felt even more bitter.
The two of them were obviously sitting so close, but their hearts were so far apart. They each had their own thoughts in their hearts. It was no longer like before. Her rose-red nails tapped the edge of the bowl, and Feng Ruoli seemed to be absent-minded and only replied lightly:
"Really? It seems that my sense of taste is out of balance." Gong Fanmo chuckled.
Hearing him laughing, Feng Ruoli glared at him fiercely. Is it so funny? But she didn't know what Gong Fanmo was thinking. She felt that all the previous resentment had disappeared. His Ruoli was in
Are you jealous of him? You even lose your taste for food. Knowing this, Gong Fanmo couldn't help but laugh.
However, he was still a little worried. He reached out with his fingers and held her wrist lightly and accurately, wanting to feel her pulse. When he pulled her wrist, his snow-white skin was exposed, but he suddenly saw her wrist.
There was a bruise on her face. It was probably the injury caused by the man in green grabbing her just now.
Gong Fanmo's eyes were cold and murderous. It seems that the son of the Minister of Civil Affairs, he only discounted his hand, which was an advantage to him. If he hadn't seen Feng Ruoli, he had already beaten him, and he didn't say anything to Feng Ruoli.
If Ruoli did anything, he would have let him go to the west long ago. Looking at the purple scar, Gong Fanmo felt angry in his heart.
As soon as his fingers touched her wrist, Feng Ruoli felt her heart tremble, and she subconsciously wanted to retract her hand. But Gong Fanmo had just the right amount of strength. Although it didn't hurt to hold her, it was able to restrain her very well.
He was holding her so that she couldn't break away at all. In other words, she didn't want to break away at all.
"Good boy, stop moving. Let me apply some ointment for you." Gong Fanmo held her palm with one hand, took out a bottle of medicine from his sleeve with the other hand, and carefully applied it to the bruised area on her wrist.
He smeared a layer of light green paste on the ground. Feng Ruoli was stunned for a moment, and simply stopped struggling and allowed him to smear it on her wrist.
The area where his bottle of ointment had been applied felt cool and refreshing, and the vague pain on her wrist had completely disappeared. She supported her chin with her other hand and stared at him quietly. He hung his head slightly.
With his eyes open, he lowered his head to smear her wounds. The sunlight shone in from the window and gradually outlined his figure gently approaching her. The outline was thin and lonely, with a hint of loneliness.
He actually lost a lot of weight compared to before, which was beyond her expectation. He was about to get married, shouldn't he be happy, right? Why couldn't she feel a trace of happiness in him? Her heart felt like a needle.
It was like a prick, indescribable sadness and a feeling that made her want to suffocate.
What did Gong Fanmo want to do, and what did he mean? He had just said how much he loved her, but he immediately wanted to marry someone else. She discovered that she loved him a step too late.
Before getting married, she decided to let go, but now he treats her in such an affectionate manner, what on earth is he planning?
Feng Ruoli had a bitter smile on her lips, which was even more bitter than the wine she drank, and said: "Gong Fanmo, what are you doing this for? You are about to get a wife.
We are married, and I have nothing to do with you anymore, so why do you still care so much about me? Aren't you afraid that your fiancée will be jealous if the news spreads and your fiancée hears about it, making her unhappy? "
Gong Fanmo still carefully applied the purple marks on her little by little, without raising his eyes to look at her, and just replied lightly: "Don't worry, she won't be jealous of you, don't worry about me.
...." His reply hurt her heart more than anything else. After hearing this, Feng Ruoli trembled slightly.
In order to prevent him from feeling her reaction after hearing his words, Feng Ruoli suddenly withdrew her hand. Gong Fanmo did not react and even applied ointment to the back of Feng Ruoli's hand.
After she withdrew her hand, she no longer looked at him, but silently took out a handkerchief and wiped the ointment on the back of her hand.
Gong Fanmo then raised his head and looked at Feng Ruoli, but he couldn't catch a trace of the emotion he wanted to see. Feng Ruoli suddenly curled up his lips and smiled, with a charming smile, but the words in his mouth were undeniably cold.
And mocked: "That's right. I heard that Miss Liu is the most beautiful woman in Silver Moon City, and she is also well-educated.
Every move she makes looks like a virtuous and wealthy lady, so naturally she won't be jealous at will, because jealousy goes against women's morals and ethics..." At this point, Feng Ruoli paused and observed the palace for a while.
With Fan Mo's expression on his face, he continued: "Maybe after we get married, I will take the initiative to take a concubine for you, so that you can enjoy the blessings of being together. Marrying her is indeed your blessing."