minister wants to kill the king

With a light body, Feng Su felt himself being hugged, Xue Lang protected Feng Su's head and face with his arms, and rushed out holding Feng Su.

"Xue Lang?" Feng Su was blinded by the smoke, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and stroked Xue Lang's face, as if trying to tell if this person was Xue Lang.

Xue Lang lowered his eyes, looked at Feng Su in his arms, and said in a low voice: "It's me."

The opponent's chest was solid and hot, Feng Su leaned on Xue Lang's body, and could even hear the opponent's rapid heartbeat clearly.

All the grievances of the past two days broke out at this moment, Feng Su sniffled, buried her head in Xue Lang's arms, and burst into tears.

A trace of bewilderment flashed in Xue Lang's eyes, but it was only for a moment, and then he regained his composure.

He hugged Feng Su tightly, and said in a low voice: "The subordinate is late." His tone was sad, but his eyes were cold.

"Not too late, not too late" Feng Su choked up and murmured.

"Don't go away, okay?"

"it is good."

"Let's leave here and go to Shuzhou, okay?"

"it is good."

Feng Su choked with sobs, buried his head in Xue Lang's arms, and didn't see that Xue Lang on top of him was smiling at the moment, with an evil curve on his lips—satisfied and full of pleasure.

Not fortunate, but expected c gloating.

The fire began to spread, and the red flames engulfed the entire building. People screamed and pushed, and the flower garden was in chaos.

Mixue stood on her feet and couldn't help looking around, being bumped by the retrograde crowd and couldn't help but retreat, suddenly saw a person rushing out of the fire, and the person in her arms was Feng Su.

Mixue let out an "ah" and jumped on it, but was kicked away by Xue Lang.

Xue Lang said: "Help him." As he spoke, he was about to stuff Feng Su into Mi Xue's arms.

The skirt was pulled by someone, Xue Lang paused, Feng Su firmly grasped Xue Lang's skirt, and said in a panic, "Where are you going? Don't go!"

"I'm not going." Xue Lang said calmly, and as he spoke, he covered Feng Su's with his big hand, and opened his fingers one by one.

"Don't go!" Feng Su said hoarsely.

Xue Lang stuffed Feng Su into Mixue's arms, and Mixue staggered under Feng Su's pressure, struggling to support Feng Su, "Next, what should I do?"

"Wait for me here." Xue Lang stretched out his hand into Feng Su's lapel, Feng Su's body was still under the effect of the medicine, and he was so stimulated that he gasped, and this low gasp came into Xue Lang's ears, making Xue Lang stunned for a moment Leng.

After a while, Xue Lang took out a white jade pendant from Feng Su's arms, which was exactly the one Xiang concubine gave Feng Su.

Xue Lang took the pendant and hurried away, Mixue knelt on the ground in a daze, hugging Feng Su, "Who are you?"

At first, he thought that Feng Su was a young man from a wealthy family, whose family was in decline and was sold in.He has seen this kind of person a lot, and he hates this kind of person who thinks he is superior. Obviously everyone has the same status now, so what is there to be proud of?

But Fengsu is different.

"You know martial arts? Why did the government arrest you? Who was that person just now?" Mixue asked a series of questions like a cannonball, and he began to faintly feel that Feng Su's identity must be unusual.

Feng Su leaned against Mi Xue's arms, weeping silently.

Mi Xue shook Feng Su, "Hello? Are you awake? Hello? Talking?"

Feng Su just opened his eyes, silently looking at the raging fire in front of him.

Mixue: "Is it dead, is it dead, is it dead?"

Feng Su said weakly: "Shut up!"

Mi Xue shut up, and after a while, she whispered, "Who is that person? Why does he look familiar?"

Feng Su was in a terrible pain at the moment, he couldn't hear what Mi Xue was saying at all, he was exhausted after tossing all night, and he wished he could sleep to death, but the breath he was holding on to let go, once the spirit relaxed, the effect of the medicine would be gone. And it started to rattle inside him again.

Mixue immediately noticed that something was wrong with Feng Su, and immediately looked excited, "Come, come, let me help you."

"" Feng Su couldn't bear it anymore, turned over and punched Mixue's face with a "kuang", "I want you to drug me!"

Feng Su knocked Mixue to the ground with one punch, and punched him precisely in the face, "Let you drug me! I almost killed you! Let you drug me!"

Mixue frantically covered her head and face and rolled on the ground, "Don't hit, don't hit, you're going to die."

Feng Su lost his strength after two punches, sat on the ground panting, Mixue got up cautiously, Feng Su frowned, and punched him again.

When Xue Lang came over, Feng Su was lying on the ground, and Mixue was kneeling beside Feng Su with a bruised nose and a swollen face. Seeing Xue Lang approaching, she immediately jumped away like a rabbit, as if she was finally relieved.

"What did you do?"

Xue Lang bent down, picked up Feng Su and walked out, and whispered in his ear: "This subordinate found a corpse of Xue Shaojin's subordinate, and put it together with Xue Shaojin's corpse, excuse me for being rude, yours I also threw that jade pendant in."

The fire was fierce, and when the nurses extinguished the fire, only two charred bodies and a jade pendant would be found.

Feng Su panted twice, "You've done a good job." The scorching heat rising in his body made him uncomfortable, and he didn't dare to let Xue Lang notice the difference, so he could only grit his teeth and bury his head in silence. into Xue Lang's arms.

"It's too late now, the gate of the city hasn't been opened yet. We'll stay overnight and leave early tomorrow morning. These two corpses are enough for those people to work for a while."

Feng Su gave a low "um", gritted his teeth and dared not vent his anger, lest he would be moaned when he uttered it.

Xue Lang soon noticed the strangeness of the person in his arms, Feng Su was trembling slightly in his arms, and from time to time he let out a low gasp.

"What's wrong?" Xue Lang asked.

"It's okay." Feng Su tremblingly said.

Xue Lang frowned, and forced Feng Su to turn his face away with one hand, nothing could be seen on his face covered with black ash, but his peach eyes were already overflowing with water.

The moon is bright for thousands of miles, and the stars are brilliant.

Those eyes looked at him with watery eyes, the corners of the eyes were still red, and there seemed to be rippling spring water in the eyes, which completely crisped one's heart at a glance.

Xue Lang's throat tightened, and he said hoarsely, "You were drugged?"

Feng Su tremblingly said: "That young man did it, don't ask, go back quickly."

So Xue Lang went back to the inn with Feng Su in his arms, and asked the boy to bring hot water, and entered the room with the shopkeeper's strange gaze.

Tears welled up in Feng Su's eyes, and he clenched his teeth on the back of his hand, trying to resist the emptiness in his body.

"I'll find a flower girl." Xue Lang said calmly, took off Feng Su's coat, and put him on the bed.

"Don't!" Feng Su hurriedly said, "I don't want Hua Niang."

Xue Lang understood, turned around, "The subordinates go out first?"

"Don't go!" Feng Su panicked and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Xue Lang turned his head and looked at him in surprise, his gaze sank, "Your Highness told me not to leave?"

Feng Su came to his senses, put his hands down awkwardly, "I'm not me, you, will you leave me?"

Xue Lang shook his head.

Feng Su heaved a sigh of relief, his face was flushed, his legs unconsciously rubbed against the sheet, he covered his eyes with the back of his hand, turned his head and said in embarrassment: "Then, then you go out first."

After a while, Xue Lang still didn't move, Feng Su lowered his arms, panting uncontrollably, "You"

Xue Lang sighed, and sat down beside the bed.

Feng Su's face was full of embarrassment, Xue Lang stared at him for a while, then took a brocade handkerchief and wiped the dust off Feng Su's face.

Feng Su: ""

Feng Su felt extremely uncomfortable, embarrassed and ashamed, "You go out first."

Xue Lang wiped Feng Su's face clean in silence, that delicate face that was as white as jade was flushed with pink, and the tips of his ears were red as if they were about to bleed.

Immediately afterwards, Xue Lang covered it with his hands, Feng Su curled up his legs instantly, his mind was blank, his whole body was limp, and he couldn't help sobbing.

Feng Su frowned, his eyes were full of water, and he whispered with his face flushed, "Let me go."

"Your Highness just said that I won't let me go."

Xue Lang moved gently with his hands, fondling them non-stop. Feng Su was so comfortable that his toes curled up, and he raised his hands to cover his face in shame.

No, this is too embarrassing.

Feng Su gasped for breath, the fireworks exploded in his mind, and they were released quickly.

Xue Lang took out a brocade handkerchief and wiped his hands. After wiping his hands, he looked down and saw that Feng Su had fallen asleep.

Xue Lang: ""

Xue Lang sighed, covered Feng Su with a quilt, and silently looked at Feng Su's sleeping face.

The moment he saw Feng Su trapped in the sea of ​​flames, he panicked and even regretted for a moment.

But when Feng Su was crying in his arms, these regrets were fleeting.

Only happy.

Xue Lang stared at Feng Su's face, his eyes were heavy and filled with depression, and he thought to himself: "I won't like you anymore."

It seems to be sure, it seems to be a warning.

In the last life, I rushed to give away the head, and in this life, I will be a lowly person again. Isn't this a disease?

The next morning.

Feng Su was so tired that he slept until mid-sun, until Xue Lang called him up.

The servant brought hot water up, Feng Su took a bath, but he was still a little embarrassed to see Xue Lang, but Xue Lang brushed Feng Su's hair calmly.

This reminded Feng Su of the night before Xue Lang left.

"You won't leave again, will you?" Feng Su repeatedly confirmed.

"Don't go." Xue Lang laughed and put down the handkerchief, "Your hair is burnt, I'll cut some for you."

Feng Su nodded.

"Don't move your head." Xue Lang pressed his head, took out a dagger, carefully separated Feng Su's burnt hair strand by strand, and cut off bit by bit.

The room was extremely quiet, neither of them spoke, Xue Lang was seriously cutting his hair, Feng Su didn't know what to say, he was still in embarrassment, his ears were red and red.

If this happened in normal times, it would be nothing. The main reason is that Feng Su suddenly remembered the books that Mi Xue showed him, and the sentences and pictures in the books flashed in his mind one after another.

Guys and guys, what the heck

When Feng Su thought about it, his ears turned red all of a sudden.

So embarrassing.