The whole world wants to attack me

Chapter 187 The Abused Princess (38)

Xiao Chen gradually approached with a gloomy aura, and the elongated shadow shrouded her in darkness bit by bit.

There was no expression on his face, and his dark eyes were gloomy.

Without blinking her eyes, she stared at Fusang standing quietly at the end of the crowd. She was too thin and looked so thin that a gust of wind could take her away.

He thought that if she dared to escape, he would tear her to pieces.

Until Xiao Chen stood in front of her, the oppressive anger like a big mountain pressed down on Fusang without taking a step back.

She looked up at him, the sadness between her brows hadn't faded away, her dark pupils were moist with water.

Looking at the obvious tear stains on her face, Xiao Chen's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he only felt that his heart was in unexplainable pain.

The two looked at each other silently for a long time, finally Xiao Chen pursed his lips, his brows were cold and there were cold, emotionless eyes under his eyes.

He dropped two words coldly.

"Go back to the palace."

In the stable carriage, Fusang looked down at the phoenix candy painting in his hand, and recalled in his mind the back of the stall owner limping away. He seemed to have trouble with his legs and feet.

But his figure felt inexplicably familiar to Fusang.

Familiar to the point where it seems that the name is already on the lips, ready to come out.

But for some reason, she just couldn't remember who he was?

Where did that sudden sadness come from?

There was silence on the way back to the palace, neither of them spoke.

Until returning to Feishuang Hall, Fusang stepped over the threshold of the sleeping palace with his front foot, and a cold voice full of hostility smashed down his head and face.

"Your Majesty!"

Fusang was stunned by the yelling, and when he looked up, he saw Xiao Chen's complexion was tense, and his dark pupils were soaked in the manic depression that he tried his best to suppress.

Seeing his violently rising and falling chest, Fusang was very afraid that he would punch her down and beat her to death.

Not daring to say more, she knelt down obediently.

She was obviously so obedient, but the suppressed anger that could not be vented in his chest made veins pop out on his forehead.

After all, he didn't want to hurt her, so Xiao Chen strode into the bedroom full of anger.

He was in a fit of anger, no one dared to touch his bad head, all the servants in the palace even breathed carefully, no one even dared to raise their eyes to look at Fusang.

Fusang just knelt on the floor alone.

The place where she knelt was some distance away from the dormitory. There was no thick carpet on the smooth floor, and a trace of coolness penetrated into her knees through her clothes.

The night gradually deepened, and the palace guards who kept watch retreated outside the palace.

Fusang heard that there was no movement in the dormitory, thinking that Xiao Chen might have fallen asleep.

The kneeling straight body immediately relaxed, she leaned against the wall, listening to the cold wind blowing the branches outside the house, a trace of sleepiness struck her, and her eyelids became heavier and heavier.

In the middle of the night, Xiao Chen, who had always been a light sleeper, was awakened by a slight humming sound.

He got up and got off the bed, and followed the movement to find the fragrant Fusang curled up by the wall sleeping.

Xiao Chen squatted down and looked at Fusang's rosy white face, which was pink and more eye-catching than the red plum blossoms in full bloom in the snow.

Xiao Chen reached out and poked Fusang's cheek.

Soft, smooth and tender.

Heartless little thing.

She can still sleep so soundly under her nose.

Xiao Chen's heart relaxed, and the coldness between his eyebrows and eyes gradually melted away.

However, he didn't intend to carry her to bed to sleep as usual, this little thing should be punished to know how serious it is, lest she dare to slip away from him next time.

Thinking of the moment when he didn't see her back on the long street, his heart stopped beating for that moment of fear.

However, she was shopping for sugar paintings very leisurely, as if she was not in a hurry at all.

Thinking of this, Xiao Chen angrily stretched out his hand to pinch Fusang's ruddy face.

The unusually hot temperature in his hand made him stunned for a moment, and then he placed his broad palm on her forehead.

"Come on! Pass the imperial physician!"

(End of this chapter)