"You dare to deceive this king." The first time Long Yinfeng angered her and pushed her to the ground.

This familiar medicinal fragrance belongs to Mu Xiyue. He concluded that Mu Xiyue had been here and opened the quilt and asked Wang Yang: "How about the wind?"

Sadness crossed Wang Yang's eyes for a long time before he bowed his head and whispered, "In a dark prison."

The sound fell, and the dragon-inscribed wind flashed like a wind, and Wang Yang followed quickly, fearing that there would be any accidents. Lian Ruoyi stared at Ruyan fiercely, Ruyan blinked at a loss, and looked at Lian Ruoyi's face uncomfortably.

At the door of the dark prison, Feng Qing held Mu Xiyue's body, and was going out with sorrow, but was stopped by the guard of the guard: "Son, the prince is alive, no one can't ... without his command."

"Get off." Feng Weiqing shouted angrily when he interrupted Wei Shi.

I haven't seen the gentle and elegant Feng Qing lose his temper, and the waiter was so scared that he couldn't speak, watching Feng Qing taking a heavy step to hug Mu Xiyue out.

When Long Yinfeng arrived, from afar he saw Feng Qing holding a person, his face expressionless walking towards himself. My heart began to inexplicably ache, and I was afraid to hide, praying that the person in Feng Qing's arms was not Mu Xiyue, but when Feng Qing was approaching a little, that little moment of real pressure pressed the whole brain, and my heart was about to hurt. Suffocated, a spit of blood spewed out, spreading poignantly on the ground, covering his chest, looking at the heartbreaking cruelty in front of him.

Wang Yang helped him. He pushed away Wang Yang and greeted him slowly.

A tear slipped across Fengqing's cheeks and looked at Long Yinfeng who came by and said indifferently: "You'd better not vomit blood anymore. The blood you vomit is Mu Xiyue now."

"What do you mean?" Long Yinfeng stopped his eyes wide and looked at Feng Qing in panic.

With a cold smile, Feng Qing looked at Mu Xiyue and said, "You are greedy. Mu Xiyue gave her love to you, but you only believed her betrayal. Now she uses her blood to exchange your life from hell. , What else do you need at this moment? Is this cold body in my arms? "

Surprisingly, Feng Qing looked distressed, and Feng Qing continued: "Don't you always want to know why she was the only one in the previous collective poisoning incident? You forgot that Mu Xiyue's father was the medical **** Huaxuzi, The girl who loves her heart is afraid that Mu Xiyue will encounter something unexpected when she is an adult, so she has been bathed with herbs since she was a child, so Mu Xiyue's body can be said to be completely poisonless, but you listen to the words of others, but you don't listen. Her explanation, in vain, justified her indifference to her. Do you know the pain in her heart? "

"No ... no ..., this is not true." Long Yinfeng's almost collapsed expression was written on his face, and the tears of regret shed involuntarily.

"Isn't it true? If it wasn't for her to cut her wrist and bleed to save your life last night, can you stand here alive now?" Mu Xiyue was already dead, how could the truth even if he didn't say it at this time, Mr. Long Yinfeng I will know one day, but what about it? Looked pitifully at Mu Xiyue's pale face: "She said that she owed you a lifetime, this life has been paid off, and there is no longer any relationship between you."

"Give her to me." Long Yinfeng said with cold words that he had never wiped from the corner of his mouth.

Wang Yang was a sensation, feeling that everything around him was as cold as frost. Long Yinfeng is no longer Long Yinfeng. It looks like a demon is looking at the man in front of him who is about to take away his private property. His cold face is like a thousand years of ice. There is no wind at this time, but the single ** Turning gently, the dark eyes are not bottomed out, they are more fierce than ever. If the eyes are like arrows, then the wind is full of holes early in the morning, and there is no place to bury.

"I'm sorry for her, and I can't lose faith in her deathbed entrustment, so I can't give her to you again, Ji Yun, from the moment she bleeds to save you, you are destined to pass by in this life, let me take her away Let's fulfill her last wish. "Feng Qing said in an undeniable tone to the Dragon Yinfeng he had never seen before. Even if he took his life at this time, he would not let go of Mu Xiyue.

"Give-her-give-me." Long Yinfeng stated again, his groaning voice reflected how angry he was at this time.

Wang Yang knelt on the ground with a slap, and shouted loudly: "Yeah, please let go of Mu Xiyue, let Feng Feng send her away, she can't be hurt."

hurt? Did I hurt her all the time? Long Yinfeng's fierce eyes suddenly became terrified. He could not hear any sound or see anything. He was only immersed in the word "injury", and his brain was in confusion.

Waiting for Long Yangfeng to whisper down, Yang Yang, a little bit, but after seeing another blood spurting from Long Yinfeng, he fell to the ground.

"Grandpa, Grandpa." Wang Yang looked at Feng Qing anxiously.

Feng Qing said: "Wang Yang, help the lord to go back. He's okay. Just look at a doctor and see. I won't stay in the main palace for two days, telling the lord not to contact me."

"Got it, Feng Gongzi." Raising Long Yinfeng, Wang Yang finally glanced at Mu Xiyue and left heavily.

The wind hung its head and looked gently at Mu Xiyue in his arms and said, "Mu Xiyue, Master will send you away now."

Lian Ruoyi, who was instructing the next man to look for Long Yinfeng, saw from afar that Wang Yang was supporting Long Yinfeng in his direction, and hurried up to say, "What's wrong with him, Lord?"

Wang Yang said with a tear: "Don't talk about it, I will send the lord back to the house soon. I'll go to Yaozhai to find the doctor."

Lian Ruoyi took Long Yinfeng and helped him lie on the bed, staring blankly at Wang Yang's leaving back. Wang Yang cried, and a man who was not afraid of a strong enemy actually wept.

With a cold smile, the whisper in my heart: Mu Xiyue, I lost, I lost completely, but you are dead, but you have the ability to let a few days of fearless men cry for you, no one will forget you, you There will always be, I am not reconciled, not reconciled, not reconciled .......

On the banks of the Qingshui River, a bamboo raft very beautifully decorated with autumn flowers lies quietly on the river. The autumn breeze in the evening, with a slightly cool taste, flicked this sad breath across thousands of mountains and rivers.

The layers of yellow leaves flew down, the branches creaked, and a sad and desolate see-through movement was played. After the sunset was finally hidden in the mountains, the sunset also gradually lost its luster.

Feng Qing bowed his head, his eyes were filled with tears, and looked at Mu Xiyue without a breath. After gently printing a kiss on her forehead, she got up and left the position where he sat all day.

Put Mu Xiyue on the bamboo raft and tidy up her clothes. The tears she couldn't help but jumped out and dropped on Mu Xiyue's hand.

The people in the bamboo raft were surrounded by autumn flowers, with a pale and heartbreaking face, and there was no chance to hear her calling him Shige, or to see her sitting quietly in the yard or leaning I was dazed by the window shuttle, and I never had the opportunity to stand with her by the garden lake and watch the moon. There was no chance for her to ask her questions.

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