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Chapter 324 The Hand That Steals Hearts (Part [-])
Xiao Lian's hand grabbed the quilt hard and held it in the palm of his hand. I thought you were a little milk dog, but you were a little wolf dog!She took a deep breath and ran out of the room in a panic.

It's terrible, if you continue to play like this, there will really be no such thing as love robbery!

But she was full of fire, and there was nowhere to vent it, she was almost on fire!

So, with a slight swipe, it disappeared on the spot, and a flame shot up into the sky, passed through the clouds, and suddenly turned into a bright red dragon, screaming and rolling in the clouds, "Sheng Chuyi—! Wait for me—" —!”

In the room, Feng Junchu didn't have the slightest appearance of the prince in front of the concubine, let alone the pretending coldness in front of Xiao Lian. He leaned on the head of the bed, raised his legs, swayed leisurely, picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus beside the bed Cake, threw it into his mouth, smiled triumphantly, "Sweet!"

When Xiao Lian came back after having enough trouble in the sky, it was almost dark, and as soon as he entered the yard, he saw the little boy guarding the gate with an unhappy expression on his face.

"What's going on here?"

"Ask again! I asked you to serve the Shizi, where did you go?"

"I... I'll go out to cool off for a while."

"You are cooling off. Do you know that Shizi's high fever will not go away?"

"what?!"

Wasn't he fine just now!
Xiao Lian hurriedly ran into the house.

Before the person entered, he shouted: "Chu Lang, what's wrong with you?"

The room was quiet, there was no movement, the bed curtain was down, and Feng Junchu didn't make a sound at all.

Xiao Lian was anxious and afraid of disturbing him, so she cautiously came to the bed and lifted the curtain.

He was lying on her bed, his face was a little red from the pink bed curtain, he must have fallen asleep.

"Chu Lang..." She called him softly, and tried her forehead again, it was really hot.

Feng Junchu frowned, opened his eyes, and looked at her in a daze, "Are you willing to come back?"

"Chu Lang, what's wrong with you?"

"Cold." He replied in a daze.

"It's cold, it's okay, I won't be cold when I hold you." Xiao Lian couldn't help but take off his boots, lifted the quilt, got on the bed, and pulled Feng Junchu into his arms.

Feng Junchu leaned his head towards her, "I thought you were gone."

His voice was a bit complaining, and he was sick again, with a nasal sound, which was full of coquettishness.

Xiao Lian's heart immediately turned into water, and said softly: "I just go out to cool off for a while, I won't go, I will accompany you."

She tightened him into her arms, Feng Junchu's body was hot.

"I offended you, but are you angry with me?"

"No, no, I'm not angry." Xiao Lian hurriedly coaxed him.

Feng Junchu buried his head between her neck, breathing hot, "If you're not angry, you just like it?"

Xiao Lian was stiff for a moment, and then he followed his heart and said calmly: "I like it, I like it very much." Not only like it, but also love, all love.

Feng Junchu lashed his eyelashes a few times, making Xiao Lian's face itchy, and then he closed his eyes heavily.

This son really has a fever and is physically weak, otherwise you will die tonight!
……

Early in the morning, Feng Junchu was awakened by the sound of birdsong in the yard.

His eyes popped open, and he found himself cradling a living creature on his hands and feet.

"Why are you here!"

Xiao Lian smiled with difficulty. The one who spoke like this was probably the normal Feng Junchu, "I was ordered to warm the bed."

She had been in one position for an unknown amount of time, for fear of waking him up, but now she was awake.

Feng Junchu pushed her away, "This son is not your son, why are you hugging her so tightly?"

Xiao Lian sat up and defended, "Obviously you are hugging me!"

Feng Junchu also sat up, "How dare you talk back!"

Xiao Lian took a look, oops, it looks like he recovered from his illness!It's great!
"What's wrong with me hugging you? I wasn't afraid that you would give me the wind and cold, I didn't think that your leg was so heavy that my waist was almost broken, I didn't think that you rubbed my face with a runny nose, you You even hate me!"

Feng Jun Chu lifted the quilt, "Show courteousness for nothing, rape or steal! Get down!"

"This is my bed, get down!"

"This is my son's yard! Get out!"

He stared, her eyes widened even wider, "Get out!"

Xiao Lian threw off the quilt and got out of bed, put on his boots, and went out wearing his inner coat.

Behind him, "Come back!"

"what?"

"Put on your clothes!"

He didn't even keep it!

Xiao Lian was furious, turned around and pulled off the clothes without putting them on her shoulders before going out.

As soon as the door was opened, a bird flew directly into the house.

Ok?Where did it come from?

ignore him!
She continued to walk, and before she reached the peach blossom tree in the yard, she heard shouts from the room: "Xiao Lian, come back to my son!"

"What's the matter?"

"If you come back, you will come back to me!"

Xiao Lian's footsteps stopped.

Bear boy, I...I see that you have just recovered, and you are young, so you don't have the same knowledge as you!
She kicked the door open, "What orders do you have, Master?"

Unexpectedly, Feng Junchu had a smile on his face, "Come on, good boy, dress up and go out to play with me."

"what?"

……

Xiao Lian was pushed in front of the dressing table by Feng Junchu, and called two servant girls to come in, up and down, carefully grooming and dressing up.

She changed into a woman's peach-colored pleated skirt, put on light makeup, painted a light phoenix, stained with rouge, and even dyed her fingernails with tender pink cardamom. Finally, she put on a peach hairpin decorated with finely chopped The pearl walks, reflecting the shadow of the peach blossom tree outside the window, just like a peach blossom fairy coming down from the painting.

Xiao Lian didn't know what kind of moth Feng Junchu had, so he let the two maids toss about.

A maid giggled, "Miss Xiao is really prettier than the peach blossom tree outside."

Xiao Lian looked up suddenly, and saw Feng Junchu from the mirror who had changed his clothes at some point, standing not far behind her, looking at her from the mirror, the moment their eyes met, he immediately moved Looking away, "Okay, my son is in a hurry, dawdle!"

After finishing speaking, Feng Junchu went out on his own, Xiao Lian had no choice but to quickly pick up his skirt and trot behind.

The ancestor, the ancestor!You are my living ancestor!
She looked at his figure and his awkward temper, and smiled instead of anger.

But Feng Junchu turned around suddenly, as if eyes were born behind his back, "What are you laughing at?"

Xiao Lian immediately lowered her head, and suppressed her laughter forcefully, "It's nothing, I won't laugh anymore."

He must have tidied up carefully for this trip, I don't know if it was intentional or a coincidence, or because he was lazy, but he just changed into the same brocade blue robe she wore that day, and wore the golden crown she used that day .

His long black hair was like ink-stained glaciers, and his perfect god-like eyebrows were a little more delicate because he was still a teenager. Although he stared fiercely at her now, he became more and more fierce like a little wolf dog.

Xiao Lian tried not to look at him, afraid that he would not be able to take his eyes back, but he still couldn't help laughing, it's so fierce, so fierce.

In the end, she was wrong not to look at him.

"Why don't you dare to look at me? I'm ugly?" He turned around and strode up to her, grabbed her hand, "Go!"

Saying that, he took her out together.

The little Tong'er who was guarding the door grinned when he saw it. Shi Zi must have prevented her from snickering behind her back, so he held her hand and walked together.

Xiao Lian's hands hurt a little from being held by him, and he dragged and followed.

Only Feng Junchu had a different situation in his heart: her hands are so soft, they are not a pair of murderous hands, but they are a pair of stealing hands.

(End of this chapter)