Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

Although Feng Xuanming had arrived at the Barbarian Race safely, the current situation was completely different from what Feng Xuanming had imagined, and he couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

Feng Xuan meditated, what on earth was going on. He thought that he was lucky enough to gain the trust of the barbarian king directly, but now, he can only stay next to the barbarian king’s favorite little daughter and make one. Mr. Etiquette.

Feng Xuanming became more angry the more he thought about it, and he couldn't help feeling depressed. Even when others talk to him on weekdays, he always looks like he doesn't care, and his tone is very bad.

The innocent barbarian little princess saw him, knowing that he was bored, so she always thought of ways to make him happy. At first, although Feng Xuanming didn't show it on the surface, she was still very disgusted and disgusted deep in her heart.

However, afterwards, because the barbarian princess was so cute, Feng Xuanming was gradually moved by the barbarian princess, and his eyes were filled with the look of this cute little girl.

Most importantly, Feng Xuanming once passed a camp and heard a group of soldiers in the camp discussing his affairs with the little princess of the barbarian clan.

A group of people secretly wondered how good he was with the little Manchu princess, and whether they would have a future.

And they all said that if anyone can marry the barbarian princess in the future, whoever can inherit the throne of the barbarian clan, a group of people in the camp were amazed and moved.

I just felt that he, the foreign stinky boy, must have had some **** luck to get such a preference from the barbarian princess!

After hearing what they said, Feng Xuanming couldn't help but froze for a while, and hurriedly left the camp and walked to the river in silence, looking at the dark and vast river, only feeling mixed.

If you say, let him use the barbarian princess to win the trust and dependence of the barbarian king, let the barbarian king attack Dashun for him, regain everything that belongs to him, and remove the obstacles and thorns on the road...

This idea was pretty good, but he couldn't help it, he couldn't bear it.

Because the voice and smile of the little princess of the Barbarian tribe always appeared in front of him, and that cute little girl smiled so sunny and bright.

Innocent and innocent like a child, not stained with dust or dirt, as soft as the clouds in the sky, white and flawless, as clear and translucent as the water in the river.

Feng Xuanming raised his eyes and glanced lightly, and he could see the lowest and deepest part of his soul, even there, colorful and fragrant flowers bloomed!

Feng Xuanming didn't want to hurt her, didn't want to deceive and use the little princess of the barbarian clan to win a good future for herself by any means.

However, Feng Xuanming had nothing to do. He knew very well that only by doing this would he be able to gain the trust of the Barbarian King as quickly as possible, attack Dashun as soon as possible, and regain everything that belonged to him and his throne.

Feng Xuanming's heart was extremely tangled, as if he was tightly entangled by countless vines, and he was almost out of breath. It made him feel uncomfortable, hesitate and hesitate more than ever.

It was also at this time that the little princess of the Barbarian tribe got it somehow, but suddenly got angry from her camp and ran out. Along the way, everyone asked where Feng Xuanming was and looked everywhere. The figure of Feng Xuanming.

Later, the little princess of the Barbarian clan saw Feng Xuanming by the stream, and immediately rushed forward, and hugged Feng Xuanming's waist tightly from behind.

This sudden scene caused Feng Xuanming's back to stiffen slightly. After he realized that it was the little princess of the Barbarian clan holding him, Feng Xuanming's stiff body softened a little.

Vaguely, Feng Xuanming heard the sobbing of the barbarian princess behind him, turned around and looked at the barbarian princess, deliberately lowered his voice, and comforted:

"Princess Yue'er, what's wrong with you? But what's wrong? Or who made you angry, tell me. Don't cry! Crying is something only children can do."

After listening to Feng Xuanming’s words, the little princess of the Barbarian clan looked surprised somehow, she raised her head hurriedly, blushed her eyes, and looked at Feng Xuanming with a puzzled look. Asked:

"Master, why do you say that? They told me the same, saying that I am a princess, so I can't cry easily. But I'm still young, why can't I cry?

Father said, here, I can cry as much as I want. However, you can't cry in front of outsiders. But, master, you are not an outsider, master, you are the closest to Yue'er! "

While talking, the little princess of the Barbarian tribe cautiously stretched out her hand, raised her head to look at Feng Xuanming, and whispered coquettishly. Feng Xuanming looked at the little princess of the barbarian princess in her eyes, but she felt extremely distressed.

Feng Xuan meditated: Although the little princess of the Barbarian tribe said so, she shouldn't be sure if she is willing to be close to her, right? That's why it is so humble and pleased.

For some reason, the barbarian princess and Feng Xuanming met for a few days, but they were extremely close to him. From start to finish, they didn't defend him at all, as if they had known each other for several years.

Feng Xuanming trusted him so much for the little princess of the barbarian clan, and couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart. Every time the little princess of the barbarian clan raised his head and looked into his eyes, he did not dare to look at him. He always turned his head unnaturally. side.

I am afraid that the little princess of the barbarian clan can see the dark side of his heart, see his unbearable and dirty. Feng Xuanming didn't know how to face her, listening to the little princess of the Barbarian clan, Feng Xuanming was silent for a long time without saying a word.

Seeing Feng Xuanming not speaking, the barbarian princess thought that Feng Xuanming did not approve of herself, and was silently refuting herself. The barbarian princess shook her head quickly and sniffed, looking at Feng Xuanming pitifully and asked:

"Master, do you think what they said is right? But, master, you... are you not disciple's master? Why can't I cry in front of you?"

As the barbarian princess was talking, her mouth slumped, and there was a tendency to tears like rain again. Feng Xuanming smiled bitterly when she saw it, and hurriedly stretched out her hand, wiped away the tears from her face for the barbarian princess, and bowed her head. , Reached the ear of the barbarian little princess, and said softly:

"Fool, you are the master's apprentice, of course you can cry in front of the master, who can't?

The master just thought of something, thinking, don’t you like the lotus root powder osmanthus cake made by the master the most? Master will make more for you tomorrow, okay? Then don't cry, behave! "

Seeing Feng Xuanming's words, the little princess of the Barbarian tribe nodded hurriedly and said with a smile:

"Okay, Yue'er listened to Master, Yue'er won't cry!"

Upon seeing this, Feng Xuanming raised the corners of her lips slightly, smiled and looked at the little princess of the Barbarian tribe, with eyes full of spoiling the little princess of the Barbarian tribe. He pulled the broken hair away from his forehead and pinned the broken hair behind the ears of the little barbarian princess , And then asked slowly:

"Then Yue'er can you tell Master, why is Yue'er crying? But is there anything that makes Yue'er sad?"