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Chapter 869 Chapter 869: Northern Overlord (6)

Feng Zhen, who was abducted into the ditch by Wei Ci, has been thinking for a long time, and has no clue. The former kindly made him a cup of tea.

"Thank you." Feng Zhen thanked him as he took it.

As soon as his lips touched the edge of the cup, he turned back to him, right?-He was almost confused by Wei Zi's filial piety.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Wei Ci's frowny eyes, as if his lacquered eyes flashed a thick gloom.

When Feng Zhen saw this, she could not help but soften her heart, and swallowed back her stomach when she was in the throat. She did not continue to make Wei Ci difficult.

"Distressed, harassing you in your house today." Fengzhen's eyes turned and thoughts came from under his heart, and he cheekily said, "Looking back at the past, you and I have been sleeping and chatting all night Big thing. Now, thinking about it, it's been so long. "

Wei Ci glanced at him with a light, and said, "There are still rooms in the house that are idle."

It's not Wei Ci's stingy, but it's the sleeping face of Feng Zhen and Lu Zheng, who is also a character who sleeps from the bed to the end of the bed.

Feng Zhen's small body is weak, but he has a very thick skin and softly rubs into Wei Ci's master bedroom.

Taking advantage of Wei Ci's time to take a bath, he took off his clothes unrestrainedly, leaving only a piece of pajamas on his body, and he rolled into the bed. Wei Ci has some cleanliness habits. The mattresses are changed regularly and washed. Even in this sweaty weather, the bed is still clean and tidy, exuding fresh and natural fragrance everywhere. Anyway, it's better than Fengzhen's kennel-like bedroom.

Wait for Wei Ci to clean up and prepare to sleep, Feng Zhen has fallen asleep, her placket is slightly open, her hair is messy, and the whole person is spread out, and one person occupies most of the position. Now the weather is still hot, and it ’s easy to sweat. Feng Zhen did n’t even have a bath. He rolled directly on his bed ... Wei Ci thought, and when Feng Zhen woke up, he had to wash the mattress three or five times. .

Wei Ci, wearing moon-white pajamas, fell aside from the bed and fell asleep, his sleep swelled up, his consciousness sinking into dreamland.

At this time, Feng Zhen deliberately lowered his voice.

"Zixiao? Zixiao? Are you awake?"

Wei Ci opened his eyes hard and responded vaguely, "What's the matter?"

Feng Zhendao said, "Speaking of sleeping with your feet, I suddenly remembered something. It seems that you and your host once shared a bed and slept with your feet?"

Wei Ci was stunned, but he was very vigilant about anything related to Jiang Yanji.

When he sorted out the content of Feng Zhen's interrogation, he was shocked and felt sleepless.

"Feng Zishi, if you don't want to sleep, go back to your house early!"

Feng Zhen supported his cheek with one hand, and looked sideways at Wei Ci, his flawless white jade-like face, with complex emotions at this time, both ashamed and shocked, and feared to be pierced by a secret. I have to say that this greatly satisfied Feng Zhen's bad taste.

"No! I won't leave!" Feng Zhen lay on the bed, clasped the pillow with his hands, and touched a roll of things with his fingertips.

He stretched out his hand carefully and took out the roll, which was actually a scroll that was carefully folded away.

Before he could react, Wei Ci's face changed again, and he fluttered abnormally.

Feng Zhen hid subconsciously, avoiding Wei Ci, relying on his sharp body, and ran away with the drawing axis.

He didn't want to open the scroll, but Wei Ci's reaction was too abnormal.

"Hmm--the baby stuff on the bedside, is it that you look at the fire avoidance map for pastimes?"

Feng Zhen fled quickly, and opened the painting with hands and feet. Wei Ci also cast a **** against the mouse, and could not catch up.

"Feng Zishi!"

Wei Ci was so angry that he took off the long sword on the side of the bed, pulled it out with a swipe, and Feng Zhenhan's hair exploded.

Really?

Feng Zhen quickly glanced at the contents of the painting, and when he saw it clearly, the look on Wei Ci fell a little weird.

Without him, the woman on the picture is not someone else, it is Jiang Yanji.

The woman in the painting lays down and sleeps with flowers, the brushwork is delicate and real, which is completely different from the free-running paintings nowadays. This painting is more true to reality. The woman's eyelashes are long and her eyelids are slightly trembling. It seems that she will open her slightly squinted eyes, exposing those clear and watery eyes.

That's it. The women in the paintings are extremely bold, which is completely different from the conservative creative style.

Narrow sleeve half-arms reveal two snowy white wrists, and the skirt is huge, as gorgeous as a peony in full bloom. In comparison, the skirt is a bit short, covering only the calf, exposing two small feet, small and small, and two silver rings with bells hanging on the thin ankles.

The woman fell asleep on the ground because of drunkenness, and the petals of the beauties were scattered all around, the whiter the whiter and the redder the redder.

The nearby rockery overlaps, and the environment is remote and quiet, but there are such stunning scenery here, as if you saw it with your own eyes.

Feng Zhen glanced at the time of the fall, raising his brows without fear of death.

"The prince was only twelve years old, so you have so much thought?"

The scroll was set up six years ago, the first month after Wei Ci was born again.

At that time, the beauties were in full bloom, Wei Ci saw the petals on the ground, and memories of the past appeared in front of her eyes.

Now thinking about it, he regretted his intestines.

Feng Zhen has always been secretive, and he is not allowed to reveal any words to the protagonist anytime.

Although Wei Ci's waistcoat had been stripped away in the presence of Jiang Yanji, he still had half a hope.

"Bring it back!" Wei Ci held his sword to Feng Zhen, and his heart became more anxious.

Although Feng Zhen is not afraid of death, he knows the truth of relaxation and can't force Wei Ci to anxious.

The rabbit was anxious and biting, not to mention Wei Ci's good swordsmanship.

"Okay, give it back to you." Feng Zhen did not dare to throw the scroll at will, but returned it to Wei Ci and said, "I have never seen anyone who is more frightened than you." You just stubbornly resisted, and now the evidence is strong, and I don't know what else you can say. "

I just drew such a picture in private, even hiding the scroll next to the main pillow.

What's that mind, and analysis?

Wei Ci put the sword in his hand back into the scabbard, but the gloom on his face did not disappear.

Feng Zhen smiled and asked, "Are you afraid of death?"

Wei Ci just said that "going to the father and leaving the son" is the best way. Nowadays, he feels that the Lord is indifferent, and he can't help thinking.

Of course, Feng Zhen knows Wei Ci's temperament, so-called fear of death is even more impossible.

Feng really spared no time to listen to Wei Ci's explanation, and looked at his embarrassment. He did not expect Wei Ci to show his sullen expression.

"If you were afraid ... Tsz wouldn't be self-conscious ..."

Wei Ci shut his mouth dangerously, but did not say the latter "刎".

Otherwise, Feng Feng's ability to cause trouble will not be investigated in the end?

Feng Zhen saw that the alarm was lifted, and suddenly there was no fear.

"Look at you like this, I'm afraid it's been a long-standing relationship with the protagonist." In Feng Zhen's view, Wei Ci looked at people six years ago. It was still a twelve-year-old girl ... // Beast, "Instead of suffering like this, it is better to show your mind early?"

I'm so mad, yesterday the second one even crossed the zero QAQ baby's attendance.

(End of this chapter)