Feng Lian Yue Hua Leng

"Feng'er? What are you looking for?" Nangong Xiao returned to his residence, but Huang Yifeng came out to welcome her.

"It's so late, where have you been, did you go to see the seventh brother again?"

Huang Yifeng followed behind, suddenly a little unhappy, and the tone of her mouth was also a bit complaining.

Pausing for a while, Nangong Xiao turned around and pinched Huang Yifeng's jaw, "Feng'er, you'd better not ask too much about my affairs, and take care of yourself."

The cold voice, coupled with the pain on the upper and lower jaw, made Huang Yifeng feel deeply afraid, and he had never seen Nangong Xiao like this before.

"Okay, okay, let go, I don't want to ask." Why are you so angry, I don't really mean to question, but I just feel a little uncomfortable.

Nangong Xiao let go and continued walking inside.

"What are you still doing, go out if you have nothing to do."

"Nangong Xiao, what do you mean?" Huang Yifeng was originally a spoiled prince, he didn't think about what he said or did, but his nature was not bad.

Seeing that the person in front still didn't make a sound, the silent back looked a bit desolate, and he continued, "Nangong Xiao, what's the matter with you? If there is something, I can help you."

Nangong Xiao paused, "Feng'er, you can go back tonight, I want to be alone for a while."

This time the tone was much more relaxed. Although it was not gentle, it no longer carried the chill.

"...Okay." Huang Yifeng reluctantly opened his mouth and walked out the door.

I am obviously his, but why is he still so unhappy? What's the matter? I just looked at his lonely back from behind, and felt a little pain in my heart. Nangong Xiao, there is something in your heart. mine?

Nangong Xiao quietly looked out of the window, a bit of coolness came in from the window, silently telling the sad life, in vain he Nangong Xiao is the young master of a mysterious family, the martial arts leader of Beihuang with superb martial arts, but he can't think about it What you do, you can't go your own way, get up, and go into the darkness.

At this moment in Yuechen Hall, Huang Qingyue was thinking about the news brought back by Yuehun.

Hehe, how could something happen to that red-clothed evildoer.

"My lord, my subordinates have found out that the master of the Fengyu Pavilion has been rescued, and is now resting and recuperating in Southern Chu."

Southern Chu?Why did Fengyu come to Nanchu?Is there any purpose, during those three days in Fengyu Pavilion, I was in a daze and didn't get any news, but thinking of this, Huang Qingyue's face flushed, but her eyes were very cold.

This month, Yuehun has paid too much attention to the matter of Fengyu Pavilion, and every time the news is found out quite quickly.

While I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard the voice of Yueying.

"Leader Nangong, the young master has already rested, you can go back."

"No problem, I just came to see your son."

Nangong Xiao didn't retreat because of Yueying's obstruction, and was about to shake off the obstruction and walk in, when he raised his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Huang Qingyue coming out of the inner room wearing a coat.

Yueying hurried forward, "My lord, Ye Luhan, why did you come out?"

"Moon Shadow, you step back first."

"This..." He glanced at Nangong Xiao again, feeling a little worried, but he still didn't say anything else.

"Yes."

Huang Qingyue stared at the somewhat different person in Tsing Yi tonight.

"Nangong Xiao, visiting late at night, what's the matter?"

Looking at the black hair draped over the shoulders, the loose undergarment drooping, and even the white shirt slipped a little, the slender man looked even more charming under the moonlight.

"How is Qingyue's health?" There was a trace of concern in the peaceful voice.

"It's done, Nangong Xiao, you didn't come here just to ask this question, did you?"

Now that I don't hate the person in front of me that much, naturally I won't treat him so indifferently.

"Qingyue, it's cold outside, let's go in and talk."

"It's okay here." He still didn't like to be in the same room with others, and he felt a little uncomfortable with Nangong Xiao's eager eyes from the first time he saw him, so his voice was a little cold.

The sudden cold atmosphere made Nangong Xiao feel as if a big stone was blocking his heart, and he pulled the person across from him and trapped him in front of his chest. The faint fragrance of orchids stimulated him to lose his usual calmness.

"Huang Qingyue, you hate me so much, you insist on keeping some distance, is it because of that person, why can he get it, did you give him everything, do you know that everything you have is be mine."

The shame that Huang Qingyue didn't want people to find out was brought up, her face turned pale, her body couldn't help trembling slightly, and her eyes pierced the bright moonlight with horror.

Dazed by the anger and unwillingness in his heart, Nangong Xiao, regardless of the other person's face, lowered his head and grabbed those two soft red lips, biting them frantically, the soft and beautiful touch made him forget himself immersed in it.