Feng Shuying was so frightened that her Tianling Gai almost flew away. Her scream reached her throat and she suppressed it.
When she turned around, she saw Jing Moye's handsome face.
Moreover, his expression at this time was too calm and his actions were too elegant, as if he was holding not her butt but some exquisite work of art.
When he saw her looking over, he asked in a very calm tone: "Do you need help?"
Feng Shuying subconsciously replied: "No!"
Jing Moye raised his eyebrows slightly and let go after saying "Oh". The next moment, Feng Shuying fell down along the edge of the rockery.
Although there was grass under the rockery, Feng Shuying still felt like her butt was broken into ten pieces after falling from such a height, and her internal organs were shaking violently.
She felt like she was in bad shape!
She stood up slowly while holding on to the stone wall next to her, stretched out her hands to rub her numb butt, and couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty, I just don't need your help. I don't want you to throw me off from above!"
Jing Moye looked at her with a half-smile but said, "You don't need my help. Why don't you just ask me to take your hand back?"
"I think about it, men and women are not close to each other, and the position I just entrusted to you is indeed not a good one, so I don't mind helping you."
Feng Shuying: "..."
She turned her head and looked at him angrily, wanting to push back, but felt that his words seemed a bit unreasonable.
Not to mention that with his crazy temper, he was not someone she could afford to offend.
She took a deep breath, ignored him, rubbed her sore butt again, picked up the bamboo pole, and prepared to continue pole vaulting.
She was just ready. When she saw Jing Moye clasping one hand behind his back and looking at her with interest, she suddenly felt that she couldn't dance anymore.
She then said: "Your Majesty, if you have anything to do, just go and get busy!"
Jing Moye raised his chin slightly, indicating for her to continue.
She endured it, but found that she couldn't bear it anymore, so she said, "If the prince doesn't go about other things, can you turn around?"
Jing Moye said softly: "I haven't seen such an interesting monkey show for a long time. What else are you looking at when you turn around?"
Feng Shuying: "..."
Feng Shuying: "!!!!!!"
If she could beat him, she would rush over and twist his head off!
She told herself to just ignore it as if the person watching was an rude dog.
After all, if she couldn't break this formation tonight, there was no telling what trouble she would be in in the future.
She adjusted her breathing and took off again, holding on to the bamboo pole and jumping up hard.
Perhaps because she was tired, her jump this time was not as high as before.
In addition, she couldn't help but glanced at Jing Moye in a distracted manner, and fell down again without paying attention.
Feng Shuying: "..."
She wanted to curse.
Jing Moye said quietly: "Continue."
Feng Shuying: "!!!!!!"
He really doesn't take it too seriously to watch the excitement, so continue on with your sister!
She felt that in this state, no matter how many times she jumped, she would not be able to jump up. She needed to rest for a while.
She simply went over and gave a few injections to the knocked-out servants, erasing their memories of this quarter of an hour, and letting them sleep a little longer.
She originally wanted to do it after finishing it, but now it seems that she can't finish it in a quarter of an hour, so she might as well do it first.
It was a quiet night in the Lin Mansion at this time, and everyone was asleep. As long as these guards did not wake up, there would be no problem.
Jing Moye watched her while she was busy, with a bit of interest in her eyes.
He had actually been here for a while. He saw her knocking out the servants with a stick, seeing her throwing spells with a slingshot, and then seeing her pole vaulting to the top of the rockery.
When the emperor granted them a marriage, he was not interested in her at all because he knew that the so-called marriage was just a joke.
From his experience, she would be killed quickly.
For someone like her who was destined to die, he didn't want to waste any energy.
When they met at the Buddhist temple, it was his first time meeting her, and she was completely different from what he expected.
He didn't cut off her head with a sword just to see how she could explain herself, but she didn't expect that she actually tried to explain it away, and even told him about meeting him when she was ten years old.
The last time he came to the Lin Mansion was actually by chance. Because he couldn't sleep at night, he became very manic. When he was on the roadside at the Lin Mansion, he heard how noisy it was and came over to watch the excitement.
Then he watched the whole excitement from the sidelines, and for the first time he truly realized that his fiancée was a little unusual.
That day, he took the rope and confirmed with the abbot that she might be a member of Xuanmen, and then sent someone to check her thoroughly.
But the result of the investigation surprised him. She was a timid, pitiful, and bullied orphan girl. Her life in the Lin Mansion was very difficult.
He has been a little busy these days and has not come over. Today, when he comes, she is causing trouble in the Lin Mansion again.
He was a little curious, what exactly did she want to do? What's on top of that rockery?
Jing Moye stood up and asked, "What did you do to them?"
Feng Shuying glanced at him sideways. Under the moonlight, he looked as if he were an immortal.
Her heart beat a little faster, but when she thought about his character and his fate in the original text, her heart immediately stopped.
She turned to him and gave him a fake smile: "Your Majesty, you have such good eyesight, you can definitely tell that I am pricking them with a needle."
Jing Moye asked: "Are you saying in disguise that I am blind?"
Feng Shuying immediately denied it: "I didn't say this, the prince said it himself."
Jing Moye: "..."
He found that this woman was very brave and dared to speak to him like this.
He walked slowly to her side. She felt the tremendous pressure and subconsciously took a step back: "What is your prince doing?"
Jing Moye didn't say anything, but just took another step towards her.
She felt a little panicked and took another step back.
She took a step back, and he took a step forward. After a while, her body was leaned against the rockery.
There was no way she could retreat.
He reached out and pinched her chin and asked, "Guess what this king is going to do?"
Feng Shuying roared in her heart: "You are such a crazy person, how could I know what you are going to do? Even if I guessed you right, I wouldn't admit it!"
But she said with a smile on her face: "How can an ignorant and weak woman like me guess the prince's thoughts?"
Jing Moye looked at her and said, "After I want to take off your head, do you want to use it as a ball or as a wine cup?"
Feng Shuying gently pulled his sleeve and said: "Since this matter troubles the prince so much, why not leave it on my head first."
"I feel that while I am alive, I can provide the prince with more fun."
She didn't know much about Jing Moye, but she knew that if a crazy critic like him wanted to kill someone, he would do it directly and would not talk nonsense to her.
The fact that he was willing to tell her so much here meant that he didn't want to kill her.
Since he didn't want to kill her, she had nothing to fear.
