The door creaked open and was pushed open.

A long shadow followed the moonlight and poured onto the floor of the house.

Feng Jiu leaned forward and raised his head, then met the eyes of Nangong Ling who was standing at the door with his hands behind his back.

In fact, she rarely saw expressions other than anger and ridicule in Nangong Ling's eyes.

But tonight, she could see a bit of panic in Nangong Ling's eyes.

Feng Jiuqing felt that she might be hallucinating, but inexplicably, the scene of Nangong Ling holding her and sitting on the horse came to mind.

She suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"You are hurt?"

Nangong Ling strode in, and within a few steps, she was already standing in front of Feng Jiuqing.

Feng Jiuqing looked at him quite uncomfortably, and then said after a long time: "I'm fine..."

However, before she finished speaking, Nangong Ling suddenly grabbed her hand.

The candlelight inside the house is ambiguous.

The joints of his big hand were clearly defined, and they were clasped on her wrist, creating a clear contrast.

But that's not the point. Feng Jiuqing could clearly see that her sleeve had a big scratch at some point.

And the little arm he was playing with was covered in bruises, and there was even a bruised bruise on his wrist bone.

Thinking about it, he rolled down from the carriage with Nangong Yue in his arms and scraped against the floor.

"Is this okay?" Nangong Ling frowned fiercely and felt cold all over.

Feng Jiuqing opened her mouth, inexplicably feeling that she was in the wrong, and her tone became weaker.

"I don't feel anything..."

After a pause, she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Nangong Ling is actually angry?

Why should he be angry?

Feng Jiuqing suddenly pulled her hand back and faced Nangong Ling's cold face.

She looked puzzled and said angrily: "Whether I am injured or not, what does it have to do with you?"

Nangong Ling was filled with anger because these words suddenly made her angry.

"I'm not qualified to ask questions?" He looked at Feng Jiuqing's natural questioning expression, and his face became particularly ugly.

Feng Jiuqing glanced at him mockingly and said, "I don't dare bother you, Prince Sheng."

This little injury was nothing compared to the times when Nangong Ling sent her to hell.

Nangong Ling almost laughed angrily.

But this anger is mostly caused by himself.

After a long while, he closed his eyes hard and said, "Well, it doesn't matter whether you live or die."

"But if you return to the Western Region, I will regret not killing you myself!"

Feng Jiu turned her face dark and asked, "Nangong Ling, what do you mean?"

Nangong Ling held her chin with one hand, her face covered with frost, but there was a hidden fire in her eyes.

His words were almost squeezed out from between his teeth, "Even if I make peace with you, given your status, it is best never to return to the Western Regions!"

"Nangong Ling, I can go wherever I want, you don't care!" Feng Jiuqing also got angry, "Do you think you still want to kill me if I agree to go with them today?"

Not to be outdone, she retorted. Nangong Ling had something in mind, but he didn't want to tell her because he didn't have time.

Feng Jiuqing even misunderstood.

"Okay, in that case, just do it! They are here to pick me up. If General Dong had been a step later, I would have arrived in the Western Regions by now!"

She glared at Nangong Ling angrily, provocatively.

Nangong Ling saw her angry and reacted belatedly.

Such a conversation is meaningless, just like when the relationship was at its worst...

The stern look on his face suddenly relaxed, and annoyance flashed across his face.

He realized that he had said the wrong thing again.

After all, he was still suspicious.

I suspect that Feng Jiuqing wants to return to the Western Regions.

In fact, he clearly knew through An Qi's description that it was just Feng Jiuqing's delaying strategy.

Because he was afraid of losing, he once again lost control of his emotions in front of Feng Jiuqing.

Feng Jiuqing saw that he was silent and thought that he had nothing to say, not to mention how happy she felt.

She sneered and said: "If you don't want to kill me, get out. I'm too tired to care about you today!"

Nangong Ling's lips wriggled for a long time. An apology was like trying to cut out his flesh. It was so difficult that he couldn't say it out.

Finally, he lowered his eyes, looked away, and whispered: "Apply the medicine first."

"It has nothing to do with you." Feng Jiuqing crossed her arms and her tone was no longer harsh, but her attitude was still tough.

Nangong Ling didn't move. He didn't want the conversation between the two to end in anger again like before.

"I'll give you medicine." He frowned, but repeated again as if he was impatient.

And when he said this, he had already seen where the medicine placed by Feng Jiuqing was.

He walked over on his own, took the medicine he needed, and came back.

Feng Jiuqing was in disbelief. What kind of development is this?

But he was still angry at how stubborn Nangong Ling was.

"Prince Sheng, you were blind before, but now your ears can't work? I told you that I don't need to bother you, but now... you!"

Before she finished her sarcastic words, Nangong Ling had already pushed her down on the chair and sat down.

He has always been strong.

He actually tapped the acupuncture points on her body again.

Now Feng Jiuqing was completely unable to move, and she had to cooperate even if she didn't want to!

Feng Jiuqing almost rolled her eyes in anger.

But as luck would have it, Nangong Ling's expression, in addition to its usual coldness, also contained an inexplicable seriousness.

He carefully rolled up Feng Jiuqing's sleeves, brought a basin of water from the room, carefully wiped the dust from her wound, and then applied medicine to her wound.

After a set of actions, Feng Jiuqing's anger was silently extinguished in her stomach.

"have a good rest."

After processing, Nangong Ling carefully put down the medicine in her hand and gave instructions.

Feng Jiuqing lowered her eyes and said nothing, pretending not to hear.

Nangong Ling didn't force it, she stood up and prepared to leave.

But just as he was about to walk out of the door, his steps stopped again.

"I know you don't believe me."

His back was lonely and he said: "But it is a right choice for you not to return to the Western Regions. Many things are not as simple as you think."

Feng Jiuqing raised her eyes to look at his leaving figure, feeling complicated in her heart. What does this... mean?

He lowered his head again and saw the bandaged wound on his arm. He was speechless for a long time.

Did he really come to bandage her wounds?

But this is not in line with Nangong Ling's style at all.

Even though Feng Jiuqing was slow in her heart, she felt that Nangong Ling's attitude towards her was a bit abnormal.

She couldn't figure it out, and she was too lazy to do it. Ignoring her heart's chaotic rhythm, she pulled the quilt and buried her head in it.

Why bother with Nangong Ling?

Her number one problem now is that people over there in the Western Regions know that she, the young master of the Western Regions, is still alive!

So, what about the full moon?

Her "death" must have caused something to happen in the Western Region.

Otherwise, the person who came to pick her up should be Man Yue instead of Mo Yutian...

Thinking of this, she felt a little bitter in her heart. This was the remaining feeling of the original owner. She intuitively——

Something must have happened to the full moon.

That night, Feng Jiuqing tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Chapter completed!