Chapter 492: Chapter 362: Do You Like Wu Zhong?
Such shameless words, when spoken from Feng Xun’s mouth, made Ye Lingyue feel rather amused.
But what really made Ye Lingyue not sure whether to laugh or cry was that when Feng Xun said this, he was completely serious and wore an expression more solemn than ever before.
Seeing that she was no longer resisting his embrace, Feng Xun stretched out his long legs and simply carried her onto his lap, leaning against the bed. He began to talk about his relationship with Xue Pianran.
"Xue Pianran is the Heavenly Maiden of Dan Palace. When I was young, I was injured and lived in Dan Palace for a while. She had also just entered Dan Palace not long before. My Cold Syndrome was more severe during my childhood than now, and ordinary people couldn’t care for me. By chance, Master Hong Ru discovered that her physique was different from common people and could take care of me, so he discussed with Emperor Qing to let her come and look after me," Feng Xun’s voice mixed with the sound of the insects in the flower bed outside, he spoke faintly.
"Making excuses — Dan Palace is so big, and they wouldn’t lack people to take care of you?" Ye Lingyue was displeased, not noticing a hint of jealousy in her tone.
However, Feng Xun noticed and smiled faintly, holding the person in his arms even tighter, smelling the pleasant fragrance of her body.
"My body cannot be easily touched by ordinary people. The strong yang energy in men is okay if they touch me. But it’s different for women. On normal days when I’m not ill, it’s fairly normal, but once I fall ill, any woman who touches me would become extremely cold, poisoned by the chill. Since Xue Pianran, the Heavenly Maiden of Dan Palace, had been taking Spiritual Medicine from a young age and was invulnerable to poison, she was the only one who could still come close to me when I was ill. For this reason, Emperor Qing and Master Hong Ru let Xue Pianran continuously care for me. Emperor Qing thought that with my body condition, I could not marry normally, so he jokingly said, for the sake of continuing the Feng family line, to engage me and Xue Pianran,"
When Emperor Qing said this, Feng Xun had just inherited the position of Feng Residence Master. He was busy with affairs at that time and didn’t take it seriously. As time passed, people in Dan Palace and the palace naturally assumed that they were an engaged couple.
But Feng Xun himself had never agreed to it personally, nor had he ever had any intimate actions with Xue Pianran. In his heart, Xue Pianran was more like a sister he had grown up with, no different from Cong Lv, Qing Bi, and others.
"Annoyingly, you said earlier that ordinary women can’t touch you, but I’ve taken care of you several times and nothing happened?" Ye Lingyue finally understood, feeling quite relieved, but also found it very strange.
She also remembered, the last time in Xia Capital when Feng Xun’s illness got worse, the maid who brought him tea and medicine just touched Feng Xun and ended up chilling severely.
But Ye Lingyue and Feng Xun... not only had they shared the same bed before, but just now...
Ye Lingyue thought of the kiss Feng Xun had given her earlier, her face turned red, and she dared not look directly at Feng Xun anymore.
"You are an exception. When I first met you, I found it strange too. Xue Pianran isn’t afraid of my Cold Syndrome because the Elixir Pills she took from childhood changed her constitution. And you, it seems like you were naturally unafraid of the cold air. Even, I felt that just by holding you, the cold air inside me would quiet down significantly," Feng Xun said softly.
Actually, when he pretended just now to have an episode of his Cold Syndrome, it wasn’t entirely fake.
Seeing Ye Lingyue looking utterly determined to leave, he felt the chill inside him intensify, until Ye Lingyue ran over anxiously and took him in her arms.
Holding her in his arms, his heart filled up, feeling like the cold air inside him was suppressed.
"Sweet talk," Ye Lingyue was still a bit grumpy, she murmured quietly. "That Xue Pianran is so beautiful and is the Heavenly Maiden of Dan Palace, any man would be moved. You actually never felt anything, Feng Xun, could it be that your Cold Syndrome has affected certain abilities?"
Saying this, she struggled a bit, wanting to break free from Feng Xun’s arms.
Being held like this, Ye Lingyue felt very uncomfortable.
Feng Xun heard this, raised his eyebrows, pulled her back firmly and seated her securely on his lap.
With this sit, Ye Lingyue realized something was off, there was something firm and bulging pressing against her buttocks.
Ye Lingyue’s face turned red as a persimmon again.
"Ling Yue, under no circumstances should you doubt a man who likes you, at least not in some aspects," Feng Xun said unhurriedly.
"Damn Feng Xun, you pick up all the bad habits instead of the good ones, even imitating Wu Zhong’s bad traits," Ye Lingyue instinctively reacted. Feng Xun’s nature would absolutely not allow him to say such evil words; it must be that kid Wu Zhong. Just being a Hidden Guard wasn’t enough; he even instilled various bad ideas in Feng Xun.
She had even felt last time that Wu Zhong wasn’t that annoying anymore.
Behind her, the hands that embraced her suddenly tightened, and Feng Xun’s face darkened, as if the name Wu Zhong was his greatest taboo.
"Ling Yue, do you... like Wu Zhong," Feng Xun hesitated for a long time before asking resentfully.
"Like Wu Zhong? Feng Xun, are you kidding me? Even if he was the last man on earth, I would never like Wu Zhong," Ye Lingyue felt awkward at first, but upon hearing Feng Xun say that, she got goosebumps all over.
The beautiful, almost immortal-looking face of Feng Xun immediately brightened, smiling radiantly.
But suddenly, his face stiffened, muttering.
"Only one man left... You wouldn’t choose Wu Zhong, but what if one day you find out Wu Zhong isn’t what you thought, or what if I and Wu Zhong are not like you think..." Feng Xun was tangled inside. It was good that Ling Yue didn’t like Wu Zhong, but in some ways, Wu Zhong was him.
"Feng Xun, you’re acting weird tonight. Having Wu Zhong as a Hidden Guard is too dangerous. Find a chance and fire him," Ye Lingyue unscrupulously suggested, and to prevent possibly being overheard by Wu Zhong, she carefully whispered in Feng Xun’s ear.
Her hair tips gently brushed across Feng Xun’s cheek, her soft body leaning against his.
Feng Xun’s heart swayed, his voice became hoarse, and a certain already heated part of him turned fiery hot.
Ye Lingyue, frightened, quickly jumped away, mumbling.
"I’m tired; you should go to sleep too. We’ll meet again tomorrow..."
She didn’t leave.
Feng Xun got up, somewhat awkwardly opened the door, reminded her to rest early, and hurriedly left.
He was also afraid that if he stayed longer, he would do something even more inappropriate.
Without a clear status, he would not touch her.
In the courtyard, he stood for a long time, waiting until the eager heat inside his body slowly subsided.
Looking at her room with the lights out, Feng Xun slowly turned around and facing the lonely night, he faintly said.
"Come out."
"Feng San..." Cong Lv stepped out from behind the rockery.