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Chapter 11 Pressing her down

Jing Moye: "..."

Jing Moye: "!!!"

He really didn't expect that Feng Shuying would actually dare!
She is completely different from the rumors.

He raised his hand and struck her on the back of the neck.

She glanced at him before fainting, and he was covered in frost.

She swore a curse word in her mind, her vision went dark, she fainted completely, and fell softly into his arms.

His brows frowned slightly, and he didn't know how to react for a moment.

He wanted to push her off his body with some disgust. When his palms touched her body, she felt an unfamiliar warmth and softness.

Jing Moye lowered his head and glanced down. The girl's eyebrows were soft and charming under the light, completely different from the smart and lively look just now.

He snorted softly and pushed her down with some disgust.

He stood up and wanted to leave, but found that the mania that had been lingering in his heart and could not suppress it had disappeared a lot, and he felt much better.

He stretched out his hand to cover his heart, looked at the sleeping girl, and then sat back on the bed.

He sat for about half a quarter of an hour, and his mania did not rise again, but instead made him feel a little sleepy.

This feeling surprised him. Ever since he was plotted against, he had been extremely sleepy every time, but he couldn't sleep no matter what.

Even if he falls asleep, he will wake up in half a quarter of an hour at most.

This was the first time that his body actively felt sleepy and wanted to sleep like this.

He reached out and turned Feng Shuying over unceremoniously to the side of the bed, then lay down next to her.

Almost the moment he lay down, he fell asleep.

After Feng Shuying was knocked unconscious by him, it didn't take long for her to wake up.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the enlarged handsome face in front of her, which shocked her.

She subconsciously wanted to sit up, but before she was halfway there, she was grabbed by Jing Moye's long arm and pulled into his arms.

Feng Shuying: "!!!!!!"

She couldn't understand his intention at all, so she whispered: "Your Majesty..."

"Shut up." Jing Moye's somewhat irritable voice came: "If you keep making noise, I will strangle you to death."

Feng Shuying: "..."

This was the first time she saw someone who slept in someone else's bed and was so vicious.

She was not used to sleeping with others and wanted to change her position, but as soon as she moved, he pushed her back.

Jing Moye's voice came: "Sleep!"

Feng Shuying thought he was sick, and a serious one!

The lights in the room had been extinguished at some point, and now only a meager amount of moonlight shone in through the window lattice.

The moonlight was pale, and she could only see his handsome outline.

He was sleeping lightly with his eyes closed, looking gentle and elegant like a humble gentleman, which was completely different from when he chopped Chen Yansheng into pieces during the day.

This person really is a devil with his eyes open and a Buddha with his eyes closed.

She was not used to being held in someone's arms, so she twisted around to try to change her position. The next moment, Jing Moye struck her on the back of her neck again.

Before she fainted, she greeted his eighteenth generation ancestor.

It didn't take long for Feng Shuying to wake up again. This time she was smarter and stopped struggling and fell asleep in his arms with her eyes closed.

Although she was not used to sleeping with others, between sleeping with him and being knocked unconscious, she decisively chose the former.

She was afraid that if he struck her a few more times, her neck would be broken by him. Besides, although Jing Moye is a villain, he is good-looking!
She won't lose if she sleeps with him!

When she woke up in the morning, Jing Moye was no longer there, and the piece of rope she used to make a noose last night was also gone.

She moved a little and almost screamed:
Because she slept in the wrong position last night, she felt sore and backache when she woke up.

Feng Shuying greeted Jing Moye's family frantically in her heart, and resigned herself to lying back and stretching her wrists and ankles to help herself slowly recover.

The person who was inversely proportional to Feng Shuying's depression was Jing Moye.

He hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time, and when he woke up, he felt refreshed.

He did not go back to the palace, but went directly to the Buddhist temple. When the abbot saw him coming, he smiled and said: "The prince seems to be in good spirits."

Jing Moye said quietly: "I slept for three hours last night."

Three hours of sleep is not enough for normal people, but for him, it is very rare.

He didn't expect that he would sleep until dawn.

The abbot said with surprise on his face: "Why did the prince fall asleep?"

Jing Moye didn't answer his question, but handed him the rope he took from Feng Shuying and said, "Look, is this the Xuanmen weaving technique?"

The abbot took it and looked at it carefully and said: "It looks like a Taoist technique, but I can't be sure."

"After all, Xuanmen had people destroy it before. They are very mysterious to begin with, and not many things have been circulated."

"Ouch, what the hell is this..."

He reached the key point of the rope, and the rope, which looked very docile, hit him hard on the face, leaving a red mark on his face.

He said angrily: "I'm sure, this thing is probably from Xuanmen!"

"Only those wicked ghosts from Xuanmen would come up with such wicked things!"

Jing Moye raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw how furious he was.

The abbot asked him: "Where did you get this?"

Jing Moye did not answer his question and only said: "This is a bit interesting."

The abbot was confused: "What's so interesting?"

Jing Moye didn't answer but asked: "If I can sleep well in the future, will I be less affected by the spell?"

The abbot nodded: "This is natural. At least you will feel better after you have a good rest."

"When your body feels better, your temper will not be so irritable, and your mind will be brighter than before."

"Even if your luck is sucked away, you can always get it back with your brain, and the possibility of dying in vain is greatly reduced."

Jing Moye glanced at him sideways, turned around and left.

The abbot asked him: "How did you fall asleep last night?"

Jing Moye ignored him and walked forward. The abbot thought he wouldn't answer, but he heard two words: "Guess."

The abbot almost jumped up when he heard this, but when his feet were about to leave the ground, he took a deep breath and said: "I am an eminent monk. I want to look like an eminent monk. I don't care about him."

After reciting his words a dozen times, his emotions calmed down a bit.

He held the prayer beads in his hand and recited several times before his mood returned to its original state.

The monks who passed by him felt that he was chanting sutras when they heard him murmuring words.

They admired the abbot from the bottom of their hearts. The abbot was the abbot and they had to recite sutras when walking. It was really a profound Buddhist teaching.

They must learn from the abbot and recite sutras every time they walk.

But after the abbot calmed down, he felt that it was unusual for Jing Moye to come to him today...

(End of this chapter)