Feng Shuying wanted to surrender and beg for mercy, but when she saw the turtle on his face, she couldn't help but chuckled.
Jing Moye asked: "Are you laughing at me?"
Feng Shuying said hurriedly: "I don't dare! I just think the prince is so handsome, and I feel so happy to be pressed down by him like this."
Jing Moye: "..."
It was obvious that he wanted to deal with her, but he felt that he was being teased by her.
His eyes were cold, and she hurriedly said: "My lord, only I can break your spell. Calm down, calm down!"
Jing Moye felt like she wanted to go to heaven ever since she knew about this.
He looked at her and said, "I have calmed down, but I can't help but keep looking for death."
"I think that if you are missing an ear or an eye, it will not affect your ability to break the curse for me."
Feng Shuying: "!!!!!!"
She was careless and forgot that he was a crazy person and that he could really do such a thing.
At this point, it was too late for her to escape or retrieve the talisman.
She decisively put her hand around his neck and pressed her lips against his.
Jing Moye: "..."
Jing Moye: "!!!!!!"
He endured it when she kissed his face before, but today she actually...
The veins on his forehead jumped: "Bold!"
After seeing his expression, Feng Shuying said aggrievedly: "My father, I like you, and that's when I couldn't help myself."
Jing Moye was so distracted by her that he almost forgot what she had done to him just now.
He had never seen a woman like her.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was afraid that if he looked at her again, he would directly strangle her to death.
Feng Shuying cried out sweetly: "Your Majesty!"
Jing Moye couldn't bear it any longer, so he quickly got off her body, sat down by the bed, and reached out to press his eyebrows.
Seeing his appearance, she shouted again: "Your Majesty!"
This sound she made was a bit more charming than the one just now.
The veins on Jing Moye's forehead jumped a few times, and the sword in his hand was unsheathed: "Shut up!"
The tip of the sword grazed the tip of Feng Shuying's nose, slicing off a strand of her hair. The cold air made all the hair on her body stand on end.
Feng Shuying was startled, knowing that he had really reached his limit this time, so she didn't dare to tease his nerves anymore.
Jing Moye looked at her sideways: "In three days, there will be a family banquet in the palace, and you will also attend."
After he finished speaking, he sheathed his sword, turned around and left.
He was afraid that if he stayed here with her any longer, he would really chop her down with a sword.
Feng Shuying didn't want to enter the palace at all, so she quickly asked: "We haven't gotten married yet. Isn't it suitable for me to go to the royal family's family banquet?"
Jing Moye looked back at her, revealing his sinister white teeth: "Don't you love me deeply? I think the whole royal family must know about this."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Feng Shuying felt the danger in his words. After all, he had already lost seven fiancées.
When she went to the dinner party, she was afraid that she would have to act out the drama of being a lover and a concubine with him, and then there would probably be even more people who wanted to kill her.
She hurriedly shouted: "Your Majesty!"
Jing Moye didn't look back this time, but threw something at her.
She reacted quickly and lay down on the bed when she heard something fly over her head.
By the time she got up again, they were already gone.
Feng Shuying said softly: "I really don't mean it. I just want to remind you that there is a bastard on your face and two turtles."
Qiao Ling floated out and said: "Miss, what you said is just an afterthought and has no sincerity at all."
Feng Shuying laughed: "He asked me to attend the royal family's family banquet, which means that he won't really gouge my eyes and cut my ears before that."
Qiao Ling asked: "Why?"
Feng Shuying replied: "He also wants to save face. If I were disabled, it would definitely be his face that would be shamed."
Qiao Ling: "...That makes sense, but if you provoke him like this, aren't you afraid that he will chop you up after the family dinner?"
Feng Shuying waved her hands and said, "We'll talk about the future later."
At worst, she would find a way to divert his attention later!
Anyway, she beat him tonight and wrote "bastard" and "turtle" on his face, which made her feel happy.
Qiao Ling looked at her worriedly.
Qiao Ling is now a spirit body, a dead person. Whether living or spiritual, she has never seen anyone more courageous than Feng Shuying.
Feng Shuying is so courageous, and he doesn't know how long he can live.
Feng Shuying doesn't have such troubles as Qiao Ling. Anyway, she is not a person who can take offense.
It was clearly Jing Moye who wanted something from her, but he still wanted to bully her and take advantage of her. Why!
He didn't look like begging for help, so she would teach him how to beg for help!
After Jing Moye came out of Feng Shuying's room, he touched his lips and frowned slightly.
When she kissed his face before, he felt that her lips were soft.
But the feeling that day was different from the feeling when she kissed her on the lips today.
He didn't understand what was different for a moment. He only knew that his mood was ups and downs due to her today, and he couldn't even figure out what he was thinking.
He knew that he was actually not as angry as he showed in front of her, but he wanted her to know that he was not that angry, otherwise she might ride on him next time.
After his mood calmed down a little, he returned to the palace under the moonlight. When Chang Shi Qin saw him holding a sword, he was stunned.
He wanted to laugh but didn't dare, so he could only hold back his laughter and asked: "Your Majesty, where have you been today?"
Jing Moye saw something wrong with his expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
Qin Zhijian coughed lightly and said, "I'll go get the prince a basin of water to wash his face."
When Jing Moye remembered Feng Shuying's suppressed smile at him, he went straight back to his room to get a bronze mirror and take a look at it.
He just glanced at himself in the mirror and buckled down the bronze mirror, then took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said: "Feng! Shu! Shadow!"
Qin Zhijian came in personally carrying water and said: "Your Majesty, wash your face!"
Jing Moye washed three basins of water before washing away the red cinnabar on his face.
Qin Zhijian saw that his face was not good and he didn't dare to ask any more questions. After pouring the water for him, he was ready to leave.
Jing Moye said in a deep voice: "Tonight's events are not allowed to be spread outside."
Qin Zhijian smiled and said: "I know, don't worry, Your Majesty, no one will know except me."
After he finished speaking, he really couldn't control his gossip. He asked: "Who is so powerful that he can draw these things on the prince's face?"
Jing Moye's eye knife flew towards him, and he quickly made a shut-up gesture.
But although he didn't ask about it again, he was even more curious about the person who painted these things on Jing Moye's face.
He was the late emperor's companion for Jing Moye. The two had known each other for many years and understood each other very well.
He knew very well what kind of temper Jing Moye had. Even if someone from the royal family painted something like this on his face, he might chop him into pieces with his backhand.
