Princess Sets Poison Again

Looking at his gentle eyebrows, his heart throbbed again uncontrollably.

He stared at him sternly, why can he easily stir his heart every time?

Nanfeng Qi came over to see the interaction between the two.

One gently wiped the mud, and one looked at the other with a shudder.

That sense of crisis struck again, and Nanfeng Qi began to panic inexplicably.

"Are you planting flowers again?"

Nanfeng Qi walked over and took Murong's movements, helping him wipe the mud on his hands.

Murong frowned frantically, and as soon as he came forward to grab someone, he saw that he took his hand silently.

Nanfeng Qi's eyes darkened inconspicuously, but Murongyu was so soft that he couldn't help but evoke the corners of his lips.

"You left those people?" The high priest looked at Nanfeng Qi.

Nan Fengqi stiffened his lips and explained, "The people of Saint Xuanzong came here and poisoned, and the disciples in the palace need them to heal. Rest assured, I have already told them that they will not bother you."

The high priest tickled his lips and said nothing.

"Are the flowers ready? May I help you?"

Nanfeng Qi looked at the flower road with dirt on the ground.

"No need, just have a slave to help me."

The high priest said, squatting down and continued planting flowers.

Nanfeng Qi frowned and looked at Murong Yan, which was a bit warning.

Murong Yu was not afraid of him at all, and looked at him provocatively, then squatted down and helped plant flowers.

Murong Yan followed his actions to dig pits and plant flowers.

"The roots of the lack of moon are very weak, and you will hurt them like this." The high priest frowned, watching his wrong way of planting flowers.

Murong raised his eyes, shyly, "I haven't planted it, you taught me."

The high priest sighed helplessly, moved to him and taught him hand in hand, "In this way, you don't need to dig too deep, just cover it with a little bit. This kind of flower has strong vitality, as long as it does not hurt the root system and does not water Can live. "

Although Murong Ye has never planted flowers, she is really studying very seriously now.

He didn't want to feel separated from him, no matter what he liked, he accompanied him to do it.

Nan Fengqi looked at the closeness of the two, and a moment of jealousy flashed in the light purple eyes.

"I go first."

Nan Fengqi intentionally said that he wanted to get his attention.

"Um." But he answered without even raising his head.

Nanfeng Qi squeezed his fists with anger, and finally stared at Murong Yu before turning away.

Murong Yan looked up at Nan Fengqi's back, squinting slightly.

"You won't mess with him in the future." The high priest planting flowers suddenly burst out.

Murong frowned and looked at him a bit sourly, "Do you like him?"

The high priest moved his hand, raised his eyes and glanced at him quietly, "Do you like him or not, what does it have to do with you?"

Murong suddenly felt sour, and grabbed his hand to pull him into his arms. "I don't allow you to like him, you can only like me."

The high priest fixedly looked at Murongyu's domineering eyes, and suddenly smiled evilly, "Why do you make your deity like you?"

Murong's eyes lit up with a light of fire, and he kissed his thin peach-like lips with a bow.

He stared blankly, staring blankly at Jun Yan who was close at hand. He never thought he would dare to kiss him.

After a lapse of four years, I tasted this moving taste again, and Murong Yi instantly got out of control, and suddenly clenched his back to deepen the kiss.

He finally returned to God and pushed him immediately, but Murong Chan finally had a chance, how could he let go.

The unpleasant taste spread from the tip of his tongue to his heart, making his heart beat again inexplicably.

He hurriedly lifted mysterious power and shoved him away.

That powerful force hit Murong Huan's heart and made him spit out a spit of blood.

His heart was aching and his fist clenched.

Murong Yan covered his heart and looked at him sadly.

"Do this again next time, don't blame my dear."

He gave him a cold look, and then left the flower room in a panic.

Murong Yan looked at his back and squeezed his fists.

He was too anxious, but as soon as he thought he would like others, he couldn't control himself.

No, he can't be in a hurry. He still feels about him. Take it slowly, he can definitely think of him.

The high priest returned to the room and stood for a while, then drank water in a wooden bucket and washed the mud on his hands.

Wiping his hand with a parchment, he instantly thought of the scene where he just wiped his hands and the kiss just now.

With an uncontrollable agitation, he shook his head in a panic, and lost his handkerchief.

Nanfeng Qi returned to the Sun and Moon Palace, and immediately found the palace man, "Go and check the details of the new flower slave in Xingluo Temple."

"Yes."

The palace man answered, and then left, but was stopped, "Let the people in Xingluo Temple keep an eye on the flower slave, if there is a change, report immediately.

"Yes."

After the palace person retreated, Nanfeng Qi was still a little irritable.

In the evening, in order to pay for his actions during the day, Murong went into the kitchen and made a bowl of noodles for him.

Compared to the old rustiness, Murong Ye is now very skilled in kneading and noodles.

No one knows how many faces he has made in the past few years.

After making a bowl of noodles, Murong went to him with confidence.

When Murong Yu entered the room, he was playing chess with Nan Fengqi.

Seeing Murongyu coming in, Nanfeng Qi deliberately glanced at the high priest, but saw that he had no response.

Murong Yan's hand holding the tray was tight. He pressed the sourness in his heart and walked over to place the tray on the table.

"I went down and wanted to try it?"

Although he was not good at saying such things, he did.

The high priest's heart tightened for no reason, and the interest of playing chess was lost, and the pieces were thrown into the chess box. "It's not early, let's play tomorrow."

Nan Fengqi's eyes flickered slightly, and he got up and said, "Okay, let's go down tomorrow."

Nan Fengqi said, walking to the table again, "I didn't expect that you, the flower slave, would still be underneath. I don't know if it is my part."

Murong Yu glanced coldly at Nanfeng Qi, stiffly, "only one bowl."

The high priest glanced at the bowl of noodles on the table and said, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."

Murong Xu's face turned pale, and the cold sentence pierced his heart like a skate, which hurt his heart and hurt him.

Looking at Murongyu's sad expression, Nanfeng Qi's lips and corners evoked a sneer.

"Forget it, you eat, and go to bed soon after you finish." Nan Fengqi gave the high priest a gentle look and turned away.

Murong Yan frowned at him, seeing that he didn't mean to eat noodles, he went out holding the tray sadly.

Looking at his lonely back, he was inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart, the kind of uncomfortableness he had not experienced before, as if someone was stepping on his heart, making him unable to breathe.