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Chapter 18 I understand

Jing Moye: "..."

The hand he was about to hit at the back of her neck stopped in mid-air.

He said with a dark face: "Feng Shuying!"

Feng Shuying kissed the other side of his face: "I understand, if you kiss one side of the prince's face but not the other, the other side of the prince's face will be angry."

Jing Moye: "..."

She has so many lies.

He was wondering in his mind whether he should kill her directly to avoid her being angry to death.

Feng Shuying's hand under the quilt pinched another Jingxin Jue and hit him on his body. He felt more sleepy, and his murderous intention towards her faded away.

He struck her on the back of the neck with his hand. She cursed and fainted on top of him.

He pulled her off with some disgust and threw her on the back of the bed, then closed his eyes and slept.

Feng Shuying woke up soon and found that she had no quilt on her body, so she got into bed decisively.

But just as she got in, he kicked her out: "Don't get close to me."

Feng Shuying almost exploded when she heard this. The bed is hers, the quilt is hers, and she can't sleep yet. What's the point?
She turned to look at him. He had his eyes closed, so she glared at him fiercely, and then punched him, but he couldn't see it anyway!

He said coldly: "If you don't lie down to sleep, I will help you sleep."

Feng Shuying said hurriedly: "I don't dare to be driven by the prince, I will sleep by myself!"

There were no spare beddings in her room, and she swore silently in her heart:

One day, she would make him like her, and then she would kick him out of bed and not allow him to sleep with her!

After she lay down, she felt a little cold and gently put her feet into the bed.

When he didn't respond, she moved her body in his direction and put her calves into the bed.

When he still didn't respond, she moved closer to him and put her thighs into the quilt.

Jing Moye's patience ran out, and when he was about to kick her, she hugged his thigh and said, "My lord, I beg you, let me sleep with you!"

Jing Moye: "..."

He has never had anyone dare to hold his thigh like this!

The point is that the position of her hug is a bit awkward, at the base of his thigh.

It was too sensitive there, and every move she made was a big provocation to him.

He said coldly: "Let go!"

Feng Shuying didn't feel the embarrassment at all. She said obediently: "I swear, I sleep very well. I don't grind my teeth or snore!"

Jing Moye couldn't bear it anymore and reached out to chop her.

This time she was well prepared, quickly let go and jumped out of bed: "Your Majesty, if you have something to say, please speak it carefully and don't touch me!"

There was no warmth in Jing Moye's peach blossom eyes. The light of the oil lamp was warm, but his whole body was as cold as thousand-year-old ice, and there was a murderous aura under the lamp.

Feng Shuying was afraid that he would kill her with his sword, so she didn't dare to provoke him again.

She found a few winter coats from the closet and spread them on the stool: "My lord, please sleep. I'll give you the bed, give you the quilt, I'll give you everything!"

Jing Moye felt sleepy, snorted coldly, ignored her, and fell asleep.

Sleeping on a stool was definitely not as comfortable as a bed. Feng Shuying couldn't sleep. She was thinking in her mind whether she should chop him with a knife while he was asleep in the middle of the night?
As soon as she had this idea, before her feet touched the ground, Jing Moye's voice came: "If you dare to go to the ground, I will chop off your legs."

Feng Shuying retracted her legs obediently, pretending that nothing happened.

The plan to kill him while he slept failed. No matter how uncomfortable the stool was, she had to sleep on it.

When she woke up early the next morning, Jing Moye was gone, and she slept with backache and leg cramps.

She grinded her teeth and cursed: "You are really seriously ill. You won't sleep in your own bed, so you came here to take my bed to sleep on!"

"It's okay to steal my bed to sleep on, but to be cruel to me is simply unconscionable!"

But when she thought about Jing Moye, who was originally the biggest villain in the book, who was cruel, vicious and unscrupulous, she felt that she had scolded him in vain.

There was a knock at the door: "Miss Cousin, someone from the palace is here. I will take you into the palace to thank you."

Feng Shuying was stunned for a moment, and then she remembered that after the original owner and Jing Moye were given a marriage, according to the rules, she had to enter the palace to thank her.

It's just that as soon as the original owner was granted the marriage, she immediately eloped with Chen Yansheng, and then she traveled through time and forgot about it.

She immediately said: "I know, I'll wash up and come right away."

The person at the door urged her: "Cousin, hurry up, don't keep the father-in-law in the palace waiting too long."

Feng Shuying responded perfunctorily, rubbed her arms and legs, changed her clothes, washed herself casually and came out.

The person who called her at the door was a maid in Hua's room, and she frowned when she saw her like this.

The maid wanted to reprimand her as before, but she thought about the injured Hua and Mrs. Zhu's eldest son, so she endured it.

As they walked forward and passed the big kitchen, Mrs. Zhu happened to be picking vegetables at the door of the big kitchen.

As soon as Mrs. Zhu saw her, her face became very ugly, and she just wanted to come over and tear her apart.

It's just that what happened last time left a deep impression on Mrs. Zhu, making her afraid to act rashly. She wanted to pretend she didn't see Feng Shuying.

Pian Feng Shuying even greeted Madam Zhu with a smile: "Aunt Zhu, you look very good!"

The maid glanced at Mrs. Zhu. She looked haggard because of the death of her eldest son. She had lost more than ten pounds recently and her face turned yellow, which had nothing to do with her good complexion.

Mrs. Zhu ignored her with a cold face.

She smiled again and said: "But although Aunt Zhu looks good, her luck is not good."

"I look at your face and see that your Yintang is dark and your Life Palace is dark. There may be a catastrophe of life and death in the near future. You should be careful."

After she said this, Mrs. Zhu's life palace, which was originally only three points dark, suddenly darkened to five points.

Mrs. Zhu couldn't bear it anymore: "Miss Cousin, you should take care of yourself. I'm afraid that if you die, the old lady will not die either."

Feng Shuying raised her eyebrows lightly: "Then let's give it a try."

Mother Zhu's life palace changed so much because of her words, which is enough to indicate that Mother Zhu's life and death are related to her.

In other words, Mrs. Zhu wanted to kill her.

The veins on Mrs. Zhu's forehead were pulsing. The maid was afraid that they would start fighting here, so she hurriedly said: "Miss Cousin, let's go quickly!"

"My wife and the father-in-law in the palace have been waiting for you for a long time. You must enter the palace as soon as possible."

Feng Shuying glanced at Mrs. Zhu and said, "Mother Zhu, I'm waiting for you!"

After she finished speaking, she didn't bother to talk to Mrs. Zhu who was turning purple with anger. She chuckled and turned to leave.

As soon as she left, Mrs. Zhu was so angry that she picked up a knife and struck it on the chopping board, cutting it in half.

She gritted her teeth and said: "Feng Shuying, I will definitely avenge you for killing your son!"

"You are just an orphan with nothing. You were lucky last time, but I don't believe you will be so lucky next time!"

(End of this chapter)