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Chapter 50 Kiss her
Although Jing Moye came to her place several times, every time he came, he was silent and scary.

She couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty, can you say hello in advance when you come?"

Jing Moye glanced at her wistfully and said, "Then, would you like to escape in advance?"

Every time Feng Shuying saw him showing this expression, she felt a little scared in her heart.

She said hurriedly: "Of course not, it's just so that I can come and greet the prince."

Jing Moye sneered and walked towards her.

She thought of what she had painted on his face yesterday, and her husband felt guilty and was on full alert.

Unexpectedly, Jing Moye popped a copper coin out of the air and tapped her acupuncture point.

She only felt her whole body stiffen, and she couldn't move the next moment.

Feng Shuying: "!!!!!!"

Jing Moye sat down in front of her bed and asked, "Do you remember what you said last night?"

Feng Shuying said politely: "I said a lot of things yesterday, I wonder which one the prince asked about?"

Jing Moye raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, and she had a bad feeling in her heart.

The next moment, he picked her up and threw her on the bed.

Feng Shuying: "!!!!!!"

She has a saying called MMP, but she doesn't know whether to say it or not.

This petty dog ​​man!
She whined twice: "Your Majesty, please spare my life!"

Jing Moye sat down next to her: "Spare my life? Why didn't you think of sparing your life when you were scribbling on my face yesterday?"

Feng Shuying's face was buried in the quilt. Her acupoints were tapped but she couldn't move. She could only hum and say: "Your Majesty, I am the only one who can break your spell!"

"You don't have to keep stressing about this." Jing Moye half-folded his sleeves and said, "If you weren't of this use, I would have chopped you up and fed you to the dogs."

Feng Shuying: "..."

Jing Moye glanced at the back of her head and said softly: "I see that the back of your head is quite round. Do you think I should take it off and use it as a food bowl for dogs?"

Feng Shuying: "...It's too small and doesn't fit."

She thought he was really crazy, and only he could think of such an immoral and smoking thing.

Jing Moye didn't say anything, but reached out and pinched the back of her neck gently.

His fingers were cold, and when he pinched them like this, Feng Shuying remembered what he had just said, and her hair stood up in fear.

She said in a crying voice: "Your Majesty, I will never dare to do it again!"

Jing Moye took the knife and put it lightly on the back of her neck. The cold touch of the blade made her scalp numb.

He said quietly: "The world is too boring, and there is no meaning in living."

"You are so disobedient and want to go to heaven every day. I don't think you need to break this curse, so I will kill you first to calm down."

She was sure that Jing Moye didn't dare to kill her before, but she forgot that this was a crazy comment!

In the book, he ends up committing suicide!

If you make him anxious, he is the kind of person who really doesn't even want his own life.

The cold blade was pressed against her neck. She couldn't see his expression, nor could she see the knife on the back of her neck. Her fear was amplified.

She sniffed lightly and said, "Your Majesty, I really know I was wrong."

"I will never dare to tease you again in the future, and I will never dare to go the other way when you say something eastward!"

Jing Moye snorted softly: "So you still know how to be afraid. I thought you were not afraid of anything."

After he finished speaking, he put away the knife and turned her body over. He was stunned for a moment because her eyes were as red as a rabbit.

He saw her fake crying several times, and there was something cunning about her eyes at that time.

She must have been really frightened this time, with fear in her eyes.

Jing Moye originally thought that with her courage, she didn't even know what fear was, but he didn't expect that she was really afraid.

He asked her: "Why are you crying?" Feng Shuying sniffed and said: "I'm afraid that if the prince kills me, you will die too."

"I don't regret my death. It would be a pity if the prince dies."

Jing Moye: "...You can also talk nonsense. It seems that I should really remove your skull."

His words were fierce and his tone was calm, but there was no anger in his eyebrows.

Feng Shuying looked at him and said, "What I said is the truth. I don't want the prince to die."

Jing Moye stretched out his hand and pinched her nose and said, "If you are afraid that I will kill you, just say it straight away. There is no need to speak in such a roundabout way."

There were some tears on her nose. When he touched her, she frowned in disgust and took out the handkerchief to wipe her hands.

After he finished wiping, he saw her looking at him with her big watery eyes, which was very cute.

He cleverly took the veil and wiped her tears again.

But after completing this action, both of them froze.

Jing Moye had never done this kind of thing to anyone, and he felt very uncomfortable when he noticed it.

Feng Shuying felt that he was moody. One moment he would wipe her tears, but the next moment he might just cut her neck with a knife.

Jing Moye threw the handkerchief on her face and said, "Wipe it yourself."

Feng Shuying: "..."

She can't move now, how can she wipe it by herself?

She could only say: "Why don't you, Your Majesty, help me untie my acupuncture point first?"

Jing Moye said softly: "If you have the ability to wipe away your tears without clearing your acupuncture points, I will open the acupoints for you."

Feng Shuying: "..."

It was not uncomfortable for him to say such awkward words, but it was extremely uncomfortable for her to listen.

She blew the veil lightly with her mouth, trying to blow it away, but instead of being blown away, the veil moved up to cover her eyes.

Feng Shuying: "..."

She keeps blowing!

Jing Moye looked at her pouting and blowing her handkerchief and raised her eyebrows slightly.

The veil was white, and her lips were pink and red. The color difference between the two was huge, which made her lips look particularly beautiful.

Jing Moye suddenly thought of the freshly picked cherries in early summer, which looked delicate and tasted sweet and sour.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, thinking of the feeling of her kissing him last night.

At that time, she just touched his lips and quickly withdrew. He only felt the warmth and softness, but did not taste her taste.

An idea came to his mind. He wanted to test whether her lips were as delicious as cherries.

He has always acted directly, and he will do whatever comes to his mind when he never feels wronged.

So he leaned forward slightly to taste her.

Just when his lips were about to touch hers, the door was kicked open and a group of people rushed in shouting:

"Feng Shuying, you are engaged to the King of Chu, yet you dare to steal someone in the house!"

"Catch that adulterer quickly!"

"She deserves to be dipped in a pig cage for doing such a scandal!"

There was a curtain behind the door. Everyone could only see a man sitting inside, but they couldn't see his appearance clearly.

It's just that these people don't care what he looks like.

They came here on orders tonight. If Feng Shuying hadn't stolen anyone, they would have said she was stealing. If she really stole someone, it would be even easier!

Jing Moye was most annoyed when he was interrupted when he wanted to do something. His peach blossom eyes were stained with displeasure, and he squinted at the person who rushed in...

(End of this chapter)