The prince's medicine attracts the foolish concubine

The look of disgust on his face was too obvious, Xiao Jingyu followed his gaze and raised his hand to touch his neck.

Feng Jiayu watched his fingertips rub against the light red mark, and blurted out, "Disgusting."

Xiao Jingyu narrowed his eyes, remembered something, and understood why Feng Jiayu suddenly changed his face.

He paused and said, "It's not what you think."

"Whether I thought of that or not has nothing to do with me."

After Feng Jiayu finished speaking, he turned his head to the other side, looking restrained and indifferent.

His indifferent expression made Xiao Jingyu feel hot inside, and he couldn't help but want to laugh.

It seems that someone doesn't care as much as he says...

Xiao Jingyu: "The widow is just playing around with others. Except for you, I have never touched anyone. What's more, this is not..."

Although rationality told him that he didn't need to argue with him, and that he had nothing to do with anyone he met, Feng Jiayu couldn't help but reply and interrupted him: "Huh? Please look in the mirror before talking! Such a mark , don't tell me it was a mosquito bite."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that what he said seemed a little resentful, like a boudoir resenting a woman, so sour that he couldn't stand it.

"What the widow said is true."

Xiao Jingyu's voice was very magnetic, when he deliberately lowered it, it seemed as if a feather stirred gently in his heart, causing a strange slight itching.

Feng Jiayu smiled on the skin: "Heh, heh heh...it's so real."

His height only reached Xiao Jingyu's chest, and at the moment he was lowering his head, Xiao Jingyu had to bend down and tilt his head to see Feng Jiayu's face.

He seemed a little displeased: "...you don't believe me?"

Feng Jiayu glanced at him disdainfully: "You are already the king, I don't believe that you really don't have any right to make decisions."

"It's not as easy for a widow to sit in this position. It's not that once you sit on the throne, you can decide everything yourself. There are many things...you can't help yourself."

Xiao Jingyu straightened his body, his tone was a little sad.

At the beginning, Feng Jiayu secretly said in his heart not to listen to what he was going to brainwash himself, but his words passed into his mind through his ears without saying a single word.

Then he was forced to listen to the story of how an unfavored prince managed to win over his henchmen and win the throne step by step.

"Sitting in this position at the beginning, the widow also thought that he already had absolute power. But soon found that this is not the case. There are many people in the court who want to pull the widow down."

Xiao Jingyu lowered his eyes, his blue pupils were faintly visible under the thick black eyelashes.

"Why do you want Concubine Zheng? Because you love her?" He laughed contemptuously: "...Of course it is impossible. Because she is the daughter of the prime minister, and because her family power helps the widow, so Only a few people will accept her as a concubine. And the current concubine is not just the concubine on the surface..."

"The widow walks on thin ice every day, and only when he is with you can he relax for a moment. Therefore, you are different from them. Even if you are forced to keep you in this way, the widow still wants you to be by his side."

Xiao Jingyu spoke tough words, but there was an aura of loneliness on his body, which Feng Jiayu had never felt from him.

He saw that he was strong and domineering, but at this moment, he actually felt that he seemed to see the fragile side of the tall man in front of him, and he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

Xiao Jingyu took a step forward, pointing to the mark on his neck, "This is indeed not what you think."

He turned his back and rolled up his long hair. Feng Jiayu also found a mark of the same size on the other side of his neck.

He tapped on the imprint with his backhand: "This is just the medical treatment that the widow has been unwell for the past few days. There is still a lot of 'evidence' behind the widow, do you want to see it?"

Before Feng Jiayu could react, he was suddenly dragged into the room by his wrist.

The neglected Mung Bean Cake followed them closely and wanted to follow in, but Xiao Jingyu threw the meat out of the door by the back of his neck.

"...hey, don't hurt it!"

Feng Jiayu turned around to check the situation of the mung bean cake, but Xiao Jingyu moved faster than him, closing the door behind him, putting his hands on the door, and enclosing him between his body and the door.

Feng Jiayu: "!!!"

Such an ambiguous posture made him want to rush out the door in a panic, but he couldn't push the door in front of him no matter what.

Xiao Jingyu retracted his arm, and the suffocating feeling just now disappeared.

He breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and saw Xiao Jingyu unbuttoning his belt, as if about to take off his clothes, and quickly turned his back: "What are you doing???"

"Show Aifei the 'evidence', lest Aifei wrong the widow."

Xiao Jingyu walked around to Feng Jiayu, took off his clothes to half his waist, and looked back at him: "Did you see it? I didn't lie to my concubine..."

Feng Jiayu stared straight at his back, his voice seemed to be coming from far away, and he couldn't really hear it.

There is a large purple-red blood stasis on his back, which is an enlarged version of the symmetrical "hickey" on his neck.

Feng Jiayu knew that there was this kind of therapy, but what caught his eye was the scar on his back.

They criss-crossed and criss-crossed, one after another like twisted big insects, entrenched on his back.

"Is Aifei fascinated by seeing the widow's body?"

Xiao Jingyu's chuckle pulled his soul back.

His back is indeed beautiful, ignoring the bruises and old scars on it, the lines are smooth and graceful, the muscles are strong and full of tension.

Feng Jiayu looked away.

"My concubine should believe that the widow has not betrayed my concubine now, right?"

"Let's trust you for now..." After Feng Jiayu said this, he was a little annoyed that he was so easily disturbed by the bitter drama staged by the other party, and wanted to say something, But meeting Xiao Jingyu's eyes that seemed to be full of tenderness, he couldn't say anything.

Finally, he muttered: "... so people like you can get sick too?"

"Of course." Xiao Jingyu tidied up his clothes, took his hand and put it on his chest: "The widow is also a human being, not invulnerable, he will get sick, and he will be sad when his concubine refuses..."

There was a sinister smile on the corner of his lips, and his handsome face, like a cat demon who can charm people's hearts in ghost legends, made Feng Jiayu stunned.

He couldn't see through the man in front of him.

He clearly teased himself like a dog a second ago, with an annoying look, but the next second, he cut his heart to him, showing his vulnerable side, retracting and letting go so freely, which made him fall into a deep confusion among.

"So, don't refuse again. Be the queen of the widow, okay?" Xiao Jingyu asked step by step: "You carefully ask your heart, don't you have no feelings for the widow at all?"

"I, I think about it..."

He was a little messy now, he slowly raised his hand and put it on his heart, feeling that the heart inside was beating abnormally fast, so fast that his mind went blank and his breathing became short of breath.

He lost.

He couldn't play with the man in front of him.

He imprisoned his amnesiac self in this small world, domineeringly let him only see him, and then manipulated his emotions wantonly, making his mood fluctuate involuntarily with him, he wanted to If he makes himself happy, he will laugh happily, if he wants to make himself sad, he will be like now, doubting, denying, and self-loathing.

After a long time, Feng Jiayu raised his head as if making up his mind, and looked directly at him, the light in his eyes was astonishingly bright: "Can I trust you?"

He can bet everything, believe him?

If he loses, he loses. Anyway, he has nothing but this heart.

Xiao Jingyu raised his hand and stroked his hair gently, without opening his mouth.

Feng Jiayu's hair is black and shiny, and if combed smoothly, it feels very good.

But he is very lazy, combing his hair every day is a hasty thing, even if Diehua helps him comb it, he finds it troublesome, and he doesn't want to sit there quietly for people to talk to.

He pulled him to the vanity mirror, pushed him to sit down, picked up a comb, and helped him comb his hair, "Aifei's hair is really a problem..."

"Can I trust you?"

Feng Jiayu asked again, staring at Xiao Jingyu's figure in the mirror: "I don't need to pursue what happened before I lost my memory, but from now on, if you lied to me..."

He bent his lips and said clearly, "I really won't forgive you this time, and I won't until I die."

Xiao Jingyu also looked at the mirror, and stared at him for a moment, being burned by the scorching hot magma pouring out of his eyes as if suddenly breaking through the confinement, he paused his hands, and stopped combing his hair all of a sudden.

"The hair is all knotted and I can't comb it." Xiao Jingyu sighed and put down the comb.

Feng Jiayu didn't speak, waiting for his answer.

Xiao Jingyu leaned down and whispered in his ear, "It's ok... just trust me."

Feng Jiayu breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled brightly: "From then on... I will be with you."

"I'm so happy..."

Xiao Jingyu lowered his eyes, the eyelids and eyelashes covered the coldness in his eyes.

His forgiveness?

This kind of thing...he doesn't need it at all.

Xiao Jingyu picked up the comb again, helped him comb his knotted hair, and patiently untied the knots one by one.

His movements were gentler than Diehua's, and Feng Jiayu didn't feel any pain at all.

The last messy hair was finally brushed smooth and shiny, and it was scattered behind him.

Xiao Jingyu picked up a lock of his hair, put it to his lips and kissed lightly:

"Aifei has such beautiful hair, she will definitely look beautiful in a wedding dress."