Eight Hundred and Sixtieth IX: Northern Overlord (6)

Feng Zhen, who was lured into the ditch by Wei Ci, thought hard for a long time, but still had no idea, and the former kindly made him a cup of tea.

"Thank you." Feng Zhen thanked while taking it.

As soon as his lips touched the rim of the cup, he suddenly came to his senses, that's not right - he was almost fooled by Wei Zixiao.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Wei Ci's frowning eyebrows, and his eyes, which were like spots of paint, were flickering with a thick gloomy color.

Seeing this, Feng Zhen couldn't help but feel soft-hearted, and swallowed back the words stuck in his throat, and didn't continue to make things difficult for Wei Ci.

"I'm so tired, I've been bothering you for a while today." Fengzhen rolled his eyes, and another thought popped up in his mind, and he said cheekily, "I think back in the past, you and I slept on our feet and talked about the world all night long. It's a big deal. Now that I think about it, it's been so long."

Wei Ci glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and said, "There are still guest rooms available in the mansion."

It's not that Wei Ci is stingy, it's that Feng Zhen's sleeping appearance is comparable to that of Lu Zheng, and he is also a person who sleeps from the head of the bed to the end of the bed.

Feng Zhenxiao has a weak body, but he has a thick skin, so he went to Wei Ci's master bedroom softly and stubbornly.

Taking advantage of Wei Ci's time to take a bath, he unrestrainedly took off his clothes, leaving only his pajamas on his body, and rolled into the bed in a hurry. Wei Ci is a bit obsessed with cleanliness, and the mattresses are regularly changed and washed in the sun. Even in today's sweaty weather, the beds are still clean and tidy, with a fresh and natural fragrance everywhere. In any case, it was much better than Toyoma's doghouse-like bedroom.

When Wei Ci cleaned up and was about to go to bed, Feng Zhen had already fallen asleep on all fours, with his clothes slightly open, his hair on the temples disheveled, and his whole body spread out in big characters, taking up most of the seat by himself. The weather is still hot, and it is easy to sweat. Fengzhen didn't even take a bath, so he just rolled on his bed... Wei Ci thought to himself, when Fengzhen wakes up, he must wash the mattress three or five times .

Wei Ci was wearing moon white pajamas, and fell asleep on his side outside the bed, feeling drowsy, his consciousness faintly sinking into sleep.

At this time, Feng Zhen deliberately lowered his voice to ask.

"Zixiao? Zixiao? Are you still awake?"

Wei Ci struggled to open his eyes, and answered vaguely, "What's the matter?"

Feng Zhen said, "Speaking of falling asleep at the feet, I suddenly remembered something. It seems that you and the lord once shared the same couch and fell asleep with the feet?"

Wei Ci narrowed his eyes upon hearing this,

But he is highly vigilant for anything related to Jiang Pengji.

When he sorted out the content of Fengzhen's question, he was so startled that he couldn't sleep at all.

"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, that flawless white jade-like face was filled with mixed emotions, including shame and shock, and fear of being exposed. It has to be said that this greatly satisfied Feng Zhen's bad taste.

"No! I won't go!" Feng Zhen shamelessly climbed onto the bed, hugged the sleeping pillow with both hands, and felt a roll of things with his fingertips.

He stretched out his hand to examine it carefully, and took out the roll, which turned out to be a painting scroll that had been carefully put away.

Before he could react, Wei Ci's face changed again, and he rushed over uncharacteristically.

Feng Zhen dodged subconsciously, avoiding Wei Ci, relying on his sharp body, he ran away with the painting scroll.

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

"Tsk——the baby on the bedside, is it the fire-avoidance map you usually look at for entertainment?"

Feng Zhen escaped quickly, and opened the painting nimbly, Wei Ci was too aggressive, and couldn't even catch up.

"Feng Zishi!"

Wei Ci was so angry that he took down the long sword on the side of the bed, and pulled out the sheath with a swipe, Fengzhen's hairs exploded in fright.

for real?

Feng Zhen took a quick glance at the contents of the painting, and when he saw it clearly, he looked at Wei Ci with a somewhat strange look.

Without him, the woman in the painting is none other than Jiang Pengji.

The woman in the painting sleeps on a flower bed, and the brushstrokes are delicate and real. It is completely different from the current paintings that pursue freehand brushwork. This painting pursues reality even more. The woman's eyelashes are slender, her eyelids tremble slightly, as if she is about to open her slightly drunk eyes, revealing those clear and watery eyes.

That's all, but the dress of the woman in the painting is extremely bold, completely different from the conservative creative style nowadays.

Narrow sleeves and half arms reveal two snow-white wrists, and the skirt is so huge that it is as gorgeous as a blooming peony. In contrast, the hem of the skirt was a bit short, and could only cover the calves, revealing two slender feet, and two silver rings with bells hung on the slender ankles.

The woman fell asleep on the ground because of drunkenness, surrounded by scattered petals of sleeping beauties, the whiter the whiter the whiter, and the redr the redder.

There are overlapping rockeries nearby, and the environment is remote and quiet, but there is such a breathtaking beauty here, as if you have seen it with your own eyes.

Feng Zhen took a look at the time of signing, and raised his eyebrows fearlessly.

"My lord was only twelve years old at that time, so you gave birth to so many thoughts?"

The picture scroll was signed six years ago, which was the first month after Wei Ci's rebirth.

At that time, Sleeping Beauty was in full bloom. Wei Ci saw the petals withered all over the ground, and memories of the past appeared in front of his eyes.

Now that he thinks about it, his stomach turns green with regret.

Feng Zhen has always been a man who can't hide his words, so he is not sure when he will reveal a few words to the lord.

Although in front of Jiang Pengji, Wei Ci's vest had already been stripped off, but he still had half hope.

"Bring it back!" Wei Ci pointed his sword at Feng Zhen, feeling more and more anxious.

Although Feng Zhen is not afraid of death, he is well versed in the principles of relaxation and restraint, so he cannot push Wei Ci into a hurry.

The rabbit bites even in a hurry, not to mention that Wei Ci is good at swordsmanship.

"Okay, give it back to you." Feng Zhen didn't dare to throw the scroll over casually, instead rolled it up and handed it back to Wei Ci, saying, "I've never seen anyone who is more hesitant than you. Just now you vehemently denied it, but now the evidence is overwhelming, I don’t know what else you can say.”

It's fine to draw such a picture in private, and even hide the picture scroll next to the pillow in the master bedroom.

What kind of thought is that, and analysis is still needed?

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

Feng Zhen asked with a quick smile, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

Wei Ci said just now that "leaving the father and keeping the son" is the best way, but now the lord he likes is denying it in every possible way, which makes people wonder.

Of course, Feng Zhen knew Wei Ci's temperament, and the so-called fear of death was even more impossible.

Feng Zhen spent all his time preparing to listen to Wei Ci's explanation, seeing his embarrassed appearance, he did not expect Wei Ci to show a dazed expression.

"If you're afraid... Back then, Ci wouldn't be self-sufficient..."

Wei Ci narrowly shut his mouth, and didn't say the last "cut" out of his mouth.

Otherwise, Yizhao Fengzhen's ability to cause trouble, still not get to the bottom of it?

When Feng Zhen saw that the alarm was lifted, he suddenly became confident again.

"Look at you, I'm afraid you have been deeply attached to the lord for a long time." From Feng Zhen's point of view, Wei Ci fell in love with him six years ago, and she was a twelve-year-old girl... What a beast, ,/Beast, "Instead of suffering so much, why not express your intention early?"