Princess Sets Poison Again Chapter 1155: Murong Xun is sad

Looking at his gentle eyebrows, his heart throbbed uncontrollably again.

He stared at him blankly, why can he easily tease his heart every time?

Nanfeng Qi came over and saw the interaction between the two.

One wiped the flower mud gently, and the other stared blankly at each other.

The sense of crisis struck again, and Nan Fengqi began to panic for no reason.

"Have you planted flowers again?"

Nanfeng Qi walked over, followed Murong Xun's movements, and helped him wipe the flower mud off his hands.

Murong Xun frowned suddenly, and was about to step forward to grab someone, when he silently withdrew his hand.

Nanfeng Qi's eyes dimmed imperceptibly, but Murong Xun's eyes softened, and he couldn't help but curl his lips.

"You left those people behind?" The high priest looked at Nanfeng Qi.

Nan Fengqi twitched the corners of his lips stiffly, and explained: "The people from Shengxuanzong came over and poisoned, and the disciples in the palace need their treatment. Don't worry, I've already told you that they won't bother you. .”

The high priest hooked the corners of his lips meaningfully, but did not speak.

"Is the flower ready? Do you want me to help you?"

Nanfeng Qi looked at the flower path covered with dirt on the ground.

"No need, I'll have Hua Slave to help me."

The high priest knelt down and continued planting flowers.

Nanfeng Qi frowned and looked at Murong Xun, with a hint of warning.

Murong Xun was not afraid of him at all, he gave him a provocative look, then knelt down to help plant flowers.

Murong Xun followed his movements to dig holes and plant flowers.

"The roots of the missing moon are very weak, you will hurt them like this." The high priest looked at his wrong way of planting flowers and frowned.

Murong Xun raised his eyes in a daze, and said shyly, "I've never planted it before, you teach me."

The high priest sighed helplessly, moved to his side and taught him, "In this way, you don't need to dig too deep, just cover it a little bit shallowly. This kind of flower has strong vitality, as long as it doesn't damage the root system, You can live without watering."

Although Murong Xun has never planted flowers, he is really studying hard now.

He doesn't want to feel alienated from him, no matter what he likes to do, he will do it with him.

Nanfeng Qi looked at the closeness of the two, and a flash of jealousy flashed in his light purple eyes.

"I'm going first."

Nanfeng Qi said deliberately, trying to get his attention.

"Yes." But he responded without even raising his head.

Nanfeng Qi clenched his fists angrily, and finally stared at Murong Xun before turning around and leaving.

Murong Xun raised his eyes to look at Nan Feng Qi's back, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Don't mess with him in the future." The high priest, who was busy planting flowers, suddenly said.

Murong Xun frowned and looked at him with some sourness, "Do you like him?"

The movement of the high priest's hands paused, and he raised his eyes to look at him quietly, "Do you like him or not, what does it have to do with you?"

Murong Xun's heart suddenly soured, he grabbed his hand and pulled him into his arms, "I don't allow you to like him, you can only like me."

The high priest fixedly looked at Murong Xun's domineering eyes, and suddenly smiled evilly, "Why do you make this deity like you."

Murong Xun's eyes lit up with fire, and he lowered his head and kissed his peach-like thin lips.

He widened his eyes suddenly, staring blankly at his handsome face who was close at hand, he never thought that he would dare to kiss him.

Four years later, when he tasted this touching taste again, Murong Xun couldn't control it in an instant, and slammed the back of his head to deepen the kiss.

He finally came back to his senses and immediately pushed him, but Murong Xun finally had the chance, how could he let go.

The charming taste spread from the tip of his tongue to his heart, making his heart throb again inexplicably.

He frantically summoned his profound energy and violently pushed him away.

The strong force hit Murong Xun's heart, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

He felt a sudden pain in his heart, and he clenched his fists.

Murong Xun covered his heart and looked at him sadly.

"Next time you do something like this, don't blame me for being rude."

He gave him a cold look, then left the greenhouse in a panic.

Murong Xun looked at his back and clenched his fists.

It's because he is too anxious, but as long as he thinks that he will fall in love with others, he can't control himself.

No, he can't be anxious, he still has feelings for him, take his time, he will definitely think of him.

The high priest returned to the room and stood there for a while before scooping up water from the wooden barrel and washing the flower mud off his hands.

Wiping his hands with a handkerchief, he instantly thought of the scene of him wiping his hands just now, and the kiss just now.

He was agitated uncontrollably, he shook his head in a panic, and dropped the handkerchief in his hand.

Nanfeng Qi went back to the Sun Moon Palace, and immediately called the palace servants, "Go and check the details of the new flower slave in the Xingluo Palace."

"Yes."

The man in the palace agreed, and was about to leave, but was stopped again, "Let the people of Xingluo Palace keep an eye on that flower slave, and report immediately if there is any change."

"Yes."

After the palace servants withdrew, Nanfeng Qi was still a little irritable.

In the evening, in order to make amends for his actions during the day, Murong Xun went into the small kitchen and made him a bowl of noodles.

Compared to the unfamiliarity before, Murong Xun is now very skilled in both kneading and kneading.

No one knows how many faces he has done in the past few years when he was not here.

After finishing a bowl of noodles, Murong Xun confidently took it to him.

When Murong Xun entered the room, he was playing chess with Nan Feng Qi.

Seeing Murong Xun coming in, Nan Feng Qi took a special look at the high priest, but saw that he didn't respond.

Murong Xun tightened his hand holding the tray, suppressing the soreness in his heart, walked over and put the tray on the table.

"I ordered noodles, do you want to have a taste?"

Although he is not good at saying such things, he still said it.

The high priest's heart tightened for no reason, and he lost the interest in playing chess, so he threw the chess piece into the chess box, "It's getting late, let's play tomorrow."

Nanfeng Qi's eyes flickered slightly, he stood up and said, "Alright, let's go down tomorrow."

Nan Fengqi walked to the table and said, "I didn't expect you, a flower slave, to come down. I don't know if I have a share."

Murong Xun gave Nanfeng Qi a cold look, and said firmly, "There is only one bowl."

The high priest glanced at the bowl of noodles on the table, and said indifferently: "If you like it, I will give it to you."

Murong Xun's face turned pale suddenly, that cold sentence was like an ice knife stabbing hard into his heart, it not only hurt his heart, but also hurt his feelings.

Seeing Murong Xun's sad expression, Nanfeng Qi's lips curled up into a sneer.

"Forget it, you can eat, and go to bed early after eating." Nanfeng Qi gave the high priest a tender look, then turned and left.

Murong Xun frowned and glanced at him, seeing that he didn't intend to eat noodles, he carried the tray out sadly. Looking at his lonely back, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable, that kind of discomfort he had never experienced before, as if someone stepped on his heart, making him unable to breathe.