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"Empress! Stop shouting, the emperor may have returned to the camp." Zhao Zhen advised, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

Nie Wushuang was extremely tired from running around all night. She endured the discomfort of riding a horse and retorted resolutely: "No, if the emperor breaks out from the camp and goes northwest to find the flag guarding camp, he must pass here, and if the emperor finds out Anyone who is suspicious of the Flag Guard Camp will definitely find a place to hide first...it will definitely be here! It will definitely be!"

Sweat rolled down Nie Wushuang's face, but the panic in his heart was getting worse. How could he not be in the dense forest? impossible! If Xiao Fengming was not in the dense forest, where would he go? …

Nie Wushuang felt overwhelming depression in her heart. She couldn't help but cover her face. It's over! It's almost dawn. If Xiao Fengming can't be found again, then maybe...

"Wushuang!" A voice sounded, and Nie Wushuang trembled all over. She couldn't help but look to where the voice came from, and saw a man and a horse walking quickly from the hiding place in the dense forest. She blinked, almost thinking she was dreaming.

"Your Majesty! It's your Majesty!" Zhao Zhen shouted in surprise: "And His Highness! And His Highness Prince Rui! My Majesty, look!"

As he said this, he couldn't help but ride forward, and the guards behind him also shouted happily. Under the light of the torch, in the rising morning light, Xiao Fengming led the horse and strode forward. There was a person lying on the horse, covered in blood, but the demonic face smiled quietly at her.

Nie Wushuang wanted to wave the riding crop, but her hands and feet suddenly became weak. She stared at Xiao Fengming walking towards her quickly, but the pair of strange-colored eyes behind him kept looking at her, like two clusters of flames burning, beating... …

Xiao Fengming walked up to her and pulled her off the horse. The smell of warmth and blood rushed to the tip of her nose. Nie Wushuang was held in his arms, and the hot kiss fell. She stared at the nearest person with wide eyes. The blood-stained handsome face just a short distance away had his entire breath taken away by him before he could react.

His kiss was passionate and deep. Nie Wushuang wanted to break away, but he held her hand and deepened the kiss fiercely. His tongue parted her lips and penetrated her lips. Nie Wushuang had never seen Xiao Fengming like this before, as if all his suppressed emotions exploded at this moment, passionately and directly, without any shyness.

She was so breathless from his kiss that she had to be forced to greet him. Zhao Zhen and the guards behind him all turned around and avoided it with a smile on their face. Only the pair of amber eyes on the horse, facing the rising sun, looking at the two people kissing in the bright morning light, coldly clenched their fists bit by bit...

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Back at the camp, Nie Wushuang felt his head hurt even more under the scorching sun on the grassland.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" A sweet and gentle voice sounded from behind, and the arms around her waist tightened, as if worried.

"I'm fine, I just...have a headache." Nie Wushuang shrank and answered. Thinking of the scene in the grassland, she couldn't help but blush. Xiao Fengming actually... actually kissed her in front of so many people!

And in front of Xiao Fengqing... She secretly turned around, and there were guards over there who came forward to help Xiao Fengqing on the horse. He was hugged by the guards, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to have fainted.

Nie Wushuang felt intense uneasiness in her heart and wanted to watch again. Xiao Fengming had already dismounted and picked her up from the horse. King Cheng came in a hurry and saw that Xiao Fengming was safe and sound. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "The Emperor is fine."

"Well, I have the Emperor's uncle in charge of the camp, so he won't get into trouble." Xiao Fengming hugged Nie Wushuang and comforted the old prince calmly and gently.

Nie Wushuang was held by him and saw many pairs of eyes looking at her. She suddenly felt uncomfortable. She moved and said softly: "Your Majesty, I am fine. Please let me down."

When King Cheng saw Nie Wushuang in Xiao Fengming's arms, he was also confused: "Is Concubine Xian injured?"

Xiao Fengming looked at Nie Wushuang's stunning red face in her arms and smiled: "No. She did it for me, and she was willing to risk herself to go to the grassland to find me back."

When King Cheng heard this, he couldn't help but be moved on his old face: "The Concubine Xian is so brave and resourceful! Your Majesty, had it not been for the Concubine Xian who warned me this time, I would not have known something was wrong with the Emperor. I didn't expect that she would actually take the risk." Strange danger, looking for the emperor late at night..."

He continued to nag, but Xiao Fengming laughed: "Yes, I have said that she is my unparalleled treasure!"

He said, holding Nie Wushuang and striding towards the imperial tent. Before they even reached the royal tent, a pretty figure rushed out and cried: "Your Majesty, I am worried to death... Your Majesty..."

Just as she was about to pounce, she stopped abruptly. Xiao Fengming was seen holding a woman with disheveled hair in her arms. When the woman heard the cry, she raised her head, revealing a face as pale as a lotus. Lin Wanyao was so shocked that she couldn't help but cover her mouth: She...she turned out to be Nie Wushuang!

Lin Wanyao stared at Xiao Fengming's face in shock. That imperial face showed tenderness and joy that she had never seen before. It's like suddenly finding the rare treasure you've been longing for!

He held her in his arms and passed her without stopping. Nie Wushuang's beautiful black and white eyes glanced at Lin Wanyao, who was in despair, and leaned quietly on Xiao Fengming's chest.

Lin Wanyao seemed to be trapped in a nightmare and remained motionless until Xiao Fengming's sweet voice sounded: "Have settled the tent! I want to freshen up and change clothes!" She woke up with a start.

She took two steps toward the imperial tent, but was stopped by Eunuch Lin: "Mei Jieyu, please come back. The Emperor only has an old slave to serve you. It's time for Empress Jieyu to go back and rest after worrying all night."

Lin Wanyao looked at the hanging curtain and looked back sadly. Every step she took felt like there was a thousand pounds of weight on her feet.

She knows

Said, she lost! He lost before he could compete with Nie Wushuang. Losing embarrassingly. Losing beyond words.

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The palace servants filed in. Nie Wushuang sat in the inner tent and watched Xiao Fengming being groomed by the palace servants. Basins of hot water were poured in to wash away the blood on his face, revealing his handsome face.

The palace man put him into loose casual clothes, Xiao Fengming waved his hand, and then he personally carried a basin of water into the inner tent.

"Show me your hands." Xiao Fengming looked into her eyes. After he mentioned it, Nie Wushuang felt the pain in his palms. Even though he was wearing cashmere gloves, his slender palms were still red and swollen from the rough reins. Sure enough, it was because she didn't ride horses often. The galloping search last night made every muscle and bone in her scream.

"Ah..." Xiao Fengming immersed her hand in hot water. The hot water stimulated the blood flow in the palm, but the tingling sensation was particularly obvious. Nie Wushuang couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?" Nervousness flashed across Xiao Fengming's face and he quickly let go of her hand. Nie Wushuang shook his head: "My concubine is fine."

She gritted her teeth and dipped her hands into it. The stinging sensation was still there, but she remained silent. Xiao Fengming looked at the stubbornness on her face, sighed in his heart, took the medicinal wine and poured it into the water.

"The power of this medicine will penetrate with the hot water, and your hands will be better tomorrow." Xiao Fengming said, slowly rubbing her palms for her. Nie Wushuang looked at the gentle and delicate movements beside him and couldn't help but look away.

Finally, with Xiao Fengming's help, medicine was applied to all the scratches on Nie Wushuang's body one by one. Xiao Fengming wrapped her in a blanket and put her on the bed. The warmth came and he held her motionless. There was silence in the tent. Nie Wushuang looked at the tent, not knowing what to say. There was a sudden feeling of dampness and heat in my ears. She couldn't help being surprised, but when she realized it, it was him kissing her.

The delicate kiss fell, and he kissed her gently from the ear to her cheek, then kissed her red lips.

"Your Majesty..." Nie Wushuang just opened her mouth, but he blocked her mouth again, and went straight in to entangle her pink tongue. His kiss was passionate and direct, and the detailed kiss made her feel suffocated again.

"Your Majesty..." she called, avoiding his lips.

"Call me Fengming!" Xiao Fengming kept saying, lifting the blanket, revealing her delicate body in thin clothes. Nie Wushuang looked at him with deep eyes, pure black eyes like fine black glass, bright and breathtaking.

Her heart trembled and she quickly avoided it.

"The Emperor is still injured." She wanted to struggle, but he held her tightly in his arms.

Xiao Fengming looked at her steadily, as if there was a bright flame burning in his eyes: "In your heart, am I just the emperor? Then why do you risk your life to find me?"

Nie Wushuang was stunned. She saw her messy and pale face in his eyes. Is that so? Does she only regard him as the emperor and the most important stepping stone to the top of power? ! If that was the case, why should she worry about who lived and who died in this assassination.

Xiao Fengqing? Xiao Fengming...she was panicked and frightened.

"Wushuang, stop being stubborn!" He sighed in her ear: "Take a good look at the sincerity around you. Don't let hatred blind you."

He said, kissing her lips hard again.

Nie Wushuang let go of his resisting hand and murmured: "Feng Ming..."

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Should I go away...Should I do the boat scene...I'm very confused...

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I also wish you all a happy weekend! kisses!

(This article was first published by Hongxiu Tianxiang)