Kuai Chuan: Who said the villain is pure hearted

Although she was very disgusted in her heart, Feng Qingchen's attack was much lighter.

This person doesn't want to enter the palace, why didn't he tell his father and brother that he insisted on torturing himself?

"Feng Qingchen, can I have a look at your face?" Chu Mu stared straight at Feng Qingchen's eyes, his fingers ready to move.

Feng Qingchen's hand holding the handkerchief paused slightly, since he became a national teacher at the age of 16, no one has dared to talk to him like this, this person probably doesn't know, crushing him to death by himself is as easy as crushing an ant.

When I was a child, I studied martial arts, astronomy and geography with my master in the National Teacher's Mansion. He is intelligent and has a noble status. He is the next National Teacher.

Everyone respected him, they flattered him, flattered him, and approached him, but they lacked sincerity.

He didn't know what a friend was. Before he became a national teacher, he was in the national teacher's residence and rarely went out, and few people could see his true face.

At the age of 13, he started to go out with his master, the former national teacher, put on a mask, worship the emperor, and meet bureaucrats.

At the age of 16, I started to be a national teacher, and I also started to be busy. I had more contact with people, but even fewer people could speak.

He grew up so big, except for Master, it seemed that no one asked him if he was well, and no one cared about his appearance?

That's right, it doesn't matter what the national teacher is like, as long as he can pray for the country and bring peace to the country and the people.

But now this person, the person he met for the first time, wants to see his own face?

Don't relatives care about what the other person looks like?

"No!" Feng Qingchen refused.

Master said when I was a child, when you become a national teacher, only the emperor can see your face, and others cannot take off your mask, otherwise your blessing will fail.

He firmly remembered his master's words.

Chu Mu almost rolled his eyes in front of Feng Qingchen, neither this nor that.

Do you want to become a monk directly?It doesn't matter if the name is called or not.

After taking the medicine, Feng Qingchen withdrew her hand, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the delicate collarbone.

The sunken dimple, the slightly protruding bone, will a small flower not fall off when walking on it?

Feng Qingchen didn't speak, stood up, and quickly walked down the mountain road.

Chu Mu hurriedly stood up, pulled his clothes casually, and trotted forward to catch up with the person in front who was about to use lightness kung fu.

"Hey, I just don't ask. Don't be angry." Chu Mu wanted to tug on the sleeves of the man again, but his short legs of about 1.7 meters five couldn't keep up with Feng Qingchen's long legs.

Feng Qingchen: "..."

I'm not angry, I'm just...

"Don't be angry, I was wrong, I was abrupt, walk slowly, wait for me, I don't know the way, hey, besides, a big tiger will come out here and definitely swallow me up." Chu Mu opened his mouth Just admit your mistake and keep the person first.

Although the people in front were silent, their pace slowed down significantly.

Chu Mu thought to himself: The information about the slipper was wrong again, and he also said that the main god of this plane, Feng Qingchen, was unkind, and said few words indifferently.

I don't see anything wrong except talking less.

It's not right for me, a person I just met, who is saving me, applying medicine to me, and waiting for me for fear that I will get lost.

This must be a soft-spoken one.

Not knowing that she was lying on the slipper of the gun again: "..."

Lord Ghost King, are you feeding dog food online?

If you were not good-looking, the tiger would not want to eat it if it was thrown here.

"Feng Qingchen, why did you come here? Are you here to save me?" Chu Mu refused to let go, and he hadn't gotten the answer to the question he asked just now.

"Passing by." Feng Qingchen said concisely.

I believe you ghost, this mountain corner can also let your master Guoshi pass by, do you think I am a fool?

He must have known that I was in trouble and came to rescue me personally.

When the two returned to the imperial city, the sun was still hanging on the hills in the distance, and the orange sunset glow poured down, casting a golden layer on the pedestrians.

The peddlers rushed home with their sold-out loads. Pedestrians were in a hurry, and occasionally one or two children ran out, laughing and chasing after each other.

The imperial city is not only prosperous, but also full of life.

Chu Mu's current body is really weak. After walking for a long time, his feet developed blisters. He didn't see a passing carriage all the way back from Tanglang Mountain, and he couldn't even hitch a ride.

At the beginning, I could chat with Feng Qingchen for a while, but after walking for half an hour, I lost my strength. I wanted to drink water, no, I wanted to take a carriage, no.

Master Ghost King has experienced the feeling of not being able to fly, not blinking, and not having a car, not even a carriage, and can only walk on his own legs.

At first, Chu Mu wanted to let Feng Qingchen carry him on his back, and then let Qinggong go down the mountain, but when he opened his mouth, Feng Qingchen refused.

The reason for the refusal is that you are still an imperial concubine, how unbecoming you are to flirt with men.

You are out of order, your whole family is out of order!

The fantasy of being hugged by Feng Qingchen and flying all the way on the branches with her feet was instantly shattered.

But how can it be dripped?

Choose a man of steel and straightness by yourself, and accept it yourself.

Curling his lips, Chu Mu walked back slowly step by step.

Not long after entering the imperial city, he was picked up by the general's mansion.

Chu Mu still wanted to say thank you to Feng Qingchen, but he left as soon as he entered the city, without even saying that there will be a date later.

Hmph, what's the big deal, I won't go to you when I'm well?

If you really don't see me, you will climb the wall of the National Teacher's Mansion.

The person who had been looted for most of the day finally returned home, and everyone in the house breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as he returned to the mansion, Chu Mu suffered from his mother's snot and tears and the enthusiasm that rushed all the way to him.

That's right, enthusiasm.

His mother is a girl who you have come back and is sure to be fine. My son is blessed and I cry to show that I care about you, but I know you don’t need it, but I like to play the heroic woman who plays the scene of deep love between mother and child. .

"Son, how can you leave mother behind? If something happens to you alone, your mother will die."

Chu Mu was dirty all over, but his mother didn't dislike him, and hugged him as soon as they met.

"Which bastard is it that encourages you to ride a horse? Let me know who it is, and I'll hang him on the city wall for three days."

His mother didn't forget to drag out the person who took him out of the city to scold him, she wished she could drag him out to whip his corpse.

Chu Mu's mother looks about 35 years old, with exquisite facial features and soft black hair. At first glance, she looks like a charming woman from the south of the Yangtze River. She is the bold and unrestrained ethnic style of the Northeast. She is the wife of the general, Liu Shan'er.

Chu Mu was almost hit by his mother's sudden bump, and turned from a person who had returned from a long journey and struggled to death into a corpse lying in his living room.

He didn't die outside, but died at home, shouldn't he also be thankful that the fallen leaves have returned to their roots?

"Ahem..." Chu Mu's face flushed red, being strangled by her mother's slender arms.

Chu Mu didn't understand, how could such a petite person have such great strength?