AWB 192 Is it right to suddenly have an affair with a love rival?
192 Is it right to suddenly have an affair with a love rival?
The high-ranking officials and spectators gathered at the door clicked their tongues after hearing this. If Jingdu Chaos Demon King would obey, would he still have this title?
It's because he doesn't care about his life when fighting. No matter who he is or what his status is, as long as he offends you, he will beat you until you beg for mercy. It all depends on his mood.
But what surprised everyone was that their arrogant little devil stopped and looked towards the door with an unstable breath as if he had just woken up, his eyes were bloodshot.
This horrifying look in the eyes of others was indeed a grievance that made Nanfeng's eyes red. He should be a young boy who is loved by his family and gallops across the grasslands at his age.
But because of a war, he lost all the people who loved him. He was so young and lost the protection of his parents. It was difficult for him to live in this cannibalistic environment.
If you show your edge, you will be feared and eliminated as soon as possible. On the contrary, this will make the high seat feel at ease.
Except for the dying boy in Chinese clothes, all the others were so scared that they ran away. Nanfeng made a gesture to the people who were secretly protecting him.
The man left quietly and chased after those people.
Nan Feng walked in, facing Lu Junhuai's sharp eyes, and walked up to him, holding a short blade across his neck.
Nan Feng continued to move forward fearlessly. Seeing that his neck was about to touch the blade, a trace of panic flashed in Lu Junhuai's eyes. A voice in his heart told him not to hurt the person in front of him.
The short blade fell to the ground with a sound. Nan Feng raised his hand and touched the boy's face, wiping away the bright red stain on his face, and then took his hand holding the whip.
"Let go, leave it to me, okay?" The deep and mellow voice of the past now sounded a little soft.
Lu Junhuai was a little stunned and subconsciously let go of the whip. His palms were covered in blood, and even the base of his palms was cracked, which was enough to show how hard he had just used.
"This will only hurt others and yourself." Nanfeng threw the whip to Chen Chen who was walking towards the door.
Lu Junhuai's eyes turned red and he bit his lip, not looking at Nanfeng. "You always lecture me."
In the past, when he beat someone, Nanfeng would talk to him and tell him that it was wrong to do so. He knew it was wrong, but in such a big city like Jingcheng, if he had a little weakness, it would be fatal.
His situation is not something that Nanfeng, who has been undeterred by wind and rain since childhood, can understand. No one can empathize with another person. No one cared about him when he was a child, and now he doesn't need anyone's discipline and sympathy.
So he hated Nanfeng. He envied Nanfeng for having parents, relatives and grandfather. He had a smooth life. Why did he stand on a high place and criticize him?
But why did he feel so wronged when he was told that? His nose felt sore and he couldn't help but raise his head to let the tears flow back.
Nan Feng was really heartbroken by Ah Huai, who was strong and unyielding on the outside but fragile like a child on the inside.
"When did I say I would discipline you? Ah Huai did nothing wrong, they were wrong, but you can't punish yourself with the mistakes of others. Look at your hands, don't they hurt?" Nan Feng held his hands and let him see for himself. The scars were crisscrossed. This was the hand that would hold the sword and kill the enemy in the future.
If he uses more force and injures his meridians, Lu Junhuai will never be able to use his sword to create glory for the General's Mansion again in this life.
After hearing this, Lu Junhuai looked at his hands, but his eyes were wet with tears and he couldn't see clearly. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe it, but his hand was held by Nanfeng and he couldn't pull it out.
"I don't feel any pain," Lu Junhuai sniffed and muttered.
Nan Feng was amused by his stubbornness. "Why are you crying if it doesn't hurt?"
"There's sand in my eyes, and you won't let me wipe it off. You did it on purpose. You're so cold and wooden. I hate you." Lu Junhuai's tears started to fall as he finished speaking.
The south wind blocked the view outside the door so that others could not see the little devil crying, otherwise he would make up some nonsense.
"Do I disgust you so much that you cry when you see me?" Nan Feng sighed helplessly, thinking about how to change the stereotyped impression of this lover in this dimension.
The child lowered his head and whispered, "It's not that annoying actually."
The voice was so soft that Nan Feng couldn't hear it clearly. He patiently asked again, "What did Ah Huai say?"
Lu Junhuai shut up and stopped talking, but the tears on his face dried up and he felt a little uncomfortable. He wanted to wash his face. "Nothing, I just want to go wash my face."
"Okay, wait a moment." Nanfeng held his wrist and led him to the table and sat him down with his back to the door.
Then he walked to the door and said to Ji Junmo, "My Lord, please do me a favor and have the little prince sent back for treatment. I will explain the reason for this matter to the emperor later."
"You want to..." Ji Junmo knew what he was going to do, but looking at the distraught figure inside, he felt pitiful, so he decided to help them explain it himself.
She sighed and patted his shoulder, "Feng'er, being loyal is a good thing, but do it within your ability. Let's just forget about this matter. Leave the rest to me. Don't worry, okay?"
Nanfeng saluted and said, "Thank you, my Lord. If you need me in the future, Nanfeng will do my best."
"I am your uncle. If you want to thank me, just call me uncle." Ji Junmo was a little helpless with this nephew who insisted on his own
He has a high-ranking official whose father and relatives are eager to spread the news of his power, but this stubborn nephew hides his secrets and refuses to say a word or ask for their help.
Nanfeng paused after hearing this, lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Ji Junmo knew that this was not something that could be changed in a short time, so he was not in a hurry. "Okay, I'll ask the waiter to buy some medicine and bring it up to bandage him up. Don't act rashly in the future. The unpredictable Jun Xin doesn't always come forward."
"Students know" Nan Feng nodded
Ji Junmo glanced at his nephew lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive, and coughed lightly for a while. "Xiaochen, throw him back to the Ming Palace. Tell my useless second brother that if he can't educate the prince well, I don't mind going over his head and teaching him how to be a son."
Even after saying this, Ji Junmo still looked gentle and easy to talk to. I wonder if he was talking about how good the weather was today.
Chen Chen looked at the person lying on the ground, with no place to grab, and put his hand to his mouth with some disgust and blew a short whistle.
A man in black immediately came in from the window. He had a mysterious aura and knelt on one knee on the ground without saying a word, but it was obvious that he respected Chen Chen very much.
"Put a sack on him and throw him to Prince Ming's Mansion. Did you hear what your husband said just now? Tell him to do it." Chen Chen didn't want to carry such a dirty thing, otherwise Ah Mo wouldn't let him hold him.
The man quickly packed up everything and disappeared with his men in a blink of an eye. The people outside the door were also led away by the waiter. He also handed the medicine to Nanfeng.
Ji Junmo saw that he had nothing to do, and just as he was about to leave, he saw Bai Jinan, who had always had little presence. He had forgotten about this little white rabbit.
"There's nothing for you to do now. Go home first. There's a wind here. Watch your mouth about what happened today, or I'll hum." Ji Junmo wiped his neck in a self-righteous manner, looked at Bai Jinan's somewhat panicked eyes, and walked out with Chen Chen in a good mood.
Chen Chen looked at his lover who was humming a tune while pulling him along with a bit of helplessness and doting. As usual, he was not a threat to anyone, but only knew how to make fun of others. In fact, he was soft-hearted than anyone else.
Nanfeng took the medicine, closed the door, walked to the table and stretched out his hand, "Give me your hand."
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I really like the CP of Momo and Xiaochen. It's the kind of match between a strong, nagging, and straightforward top and a fox-like, gentle, and dark-hearted, sickly, and beautiful bottom.
Xiaochen's nagging is only when he cares about Momo. Otherwise he is a silent and serious person.