An Yi touched her cold arm and whispered, "Thank you!"
"I just don't want to see what I shouldn't see!" Feng Qingchen said in a low voice.
An Yi lowered her head and looked at her chest. Her homemade red bra was exposed under her underwear.
An Yi smiled, remembering that in the past, this man praised the bra for its beauty, but now...
Anyi covered her small body with the man's clothes, told herself not to think about it, and closed her eyes.
An Yi caught a cold, her body felt hot, her head felt dizzy, and she soon fell asleep.
After a long time, the man sitting opposite opened his eyes, looked at the woman's sleepy appearance, and frowned slightly.
He didn't care at all about the Northern Qi Emperor's daughter. To be precise, he had not regarded such a woman as an enemy.
But the spread of this rumor made him very curious, why was it this woman? If he had really loved the woman in front of him so deeply, as Leng Jiu and Xue Lingqiao had told him, and even despite the possibility of losing his sixth sense, he still wanted to carve out a kingdom for this woman and protect him well, why did he What about the memory that happened to be lost with her?
And if this rumor was deliberately spread by someone, it was obvious that that person wanted him to kill this woman!
Yesterday, Feng Qingchen arrived at the Bieyuan outside the city. He wanted to see how this woman explained the matter of the Northern Qi Emperor, but he did not expect to see Xue Lingbi coming back from outside in a hurry.
The medicine basket Xue Lingbi was carrying was full of dragon fairy grass.
Feng Qingchen was no stranger to this Dragon Immortal Grass, because the Yushan hut was a special existence in his mind.
The Yushan hut was beautiful, and it was the first place where he could completely relax.
But the man in white has been haunting him all these years, making him fearful.
“Sir!” I’m going to collect herbs, but if I’m here to see Miss An, I’m afraid I’ll have to wait. Miss An said she still has things to do and won’t be back until evening!”
Feng Qingchen said expressionlessly: "I am only here to inspect the plague, not that woman!"
Xue Lingbi nodded, not daring to say anything more.
Feng Qingchen entered the house, looked around as if nothing had happened, and then came out. After thinking about it, she used Qinggong to climb Yushan Mountain.
How did this woman know about Yushan Hut? Did he bring her here?
If this woman meets the man in white...
For some reason, Feng Qingchen felt that she was a little worried about An Yi.
I didn't expect that this stupid woman would hang herself halfway up the mountain!
If it weren't for the rope on the cliff, Feng Qingchen would really not be able to find her if Yushan was so big!
Feng Qingchen raised her eyes and looked at the sleeping woman in the firelight, the coldness on her face slowly dissipating.
The woman curled up in his green robe, with black hair and a snow-white face.
There was a cold wind blowing outside the cave, and pear blossoms fell down from nowhere. The falling flowers turned into snow and fell on her black hair.
Feng Qingchen always felt that the scene in front of her, this flower and this person were all very familiar, but she couldn't remember it.
The woman's body slowly slid towards the ground.
Feng Qingchen quickly stepped forward, supported the woman's head with his arms, and let her slowly lean on his lap.
She was sleeping deeply, with a blush on the snow-white skin exposed by her collar, and the petals rolled down her shoulders, so light and weightless.
Feng Qingchen stretched out his hand, hesitated, and touched the woman's forehead. A heavy weight suddenly pressed on his heart, and his heart seemed to be grasped by something.
This woman seems to have a fever!
