"Catch the assassin!" He shouted, rushing towards the assassin with his sword.

But the assassin ran towards Lan Ling like the wind, and only after approaching Lan Ling could he see clearly that it was Ling Chen.

Lan Ling's crossbow arrows have been sent out. She grew up in the mountains and loves hunting. She has always been hit with hundreds of such crossbow arrows.

The arrow shot at Ling Chen's chest, exactly where she was stabbed by her sword yesterday. He did not stop, already approaching Lan Ling's side.

The three people behind stopped Ling Feng. Lan Ling saw that it was the same people from yesterday.

She pressed the Phantom switch, the silver needle shot out, and Ling Chen avoided it. Lan Ling reached for the soft sword in his waist.

Ling Chen pressed her arms, slightly hard, Lan Ling felt a great pain, and the soft sword landed.

He gently wrapped the soft sword around her waist, hugged her and turned on his horse.

He reached out and drew the crossbow arrow from his chest, his chest was bloody.

Ling Feng's people gathered around.

After Huo Jingyun broke off, Tian Ming and Gu Fan protected Ling Chen, Ling Chen embraced Lan Ling and left like the wind.

The sound of horseshoes ticked messy, not just who panicked.

She was held tightly around the waist by the man and placed in the front saddle of the horse.

She was struggling to get down, but his iron arms tightened tighter. His legs were tightly clamped on hers, and she could not struggle.

She hit his chin with her head severely, and his big palm covered her small face. She hated it so much that she bent over and bit his rein hand.

He was motionless, letting her bite his wrist dripping with blood.

I don't know how long they have been running. There is a tent in front of them. A soldier in the distance aimed at them with an arrow. After seeing the people, he quickly retreated and knelt.

His wrist had been bitten by her, he seemed to be angry, getting more and more angry, and she could feel his heavy breathing.

A big blue tent, a torch was burning at the door, and the guard knelt down a large area. He ignored it, and waved his hand, "Retreat to twenty feet away! No one is allowed to come near!"

Ling Chen stepped off his horse and carried Lan Ling off with one hand.

The wound on her left shoulder was pulled open, and she screamed in pain and broke out in a cold sweat.

He raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were as fierce and sharp as an eagle. His men were merciless and dragged her into the large dim tent.

There was no bleeding in his black clothes, only a big wet chest was seen, and Lan Ling's light blue skirt was all bloodstained. I didn't know if it was his or hers.

Before she could stand firm, she was crushed by the man.

The big palm hurriedly moved around her neck impatiently, tearing her clothes to tears.

Lan Ling struggled desperately, but it aroused his desire to conquer even more. The body in his palm was what he was obsessed with and longed for, and he looted like a beast.

He sucked her skin frantically, licked the confused blood on her body, her left shoulder was bleeding, it was her sword for Ling Feng, which he stabbed.

His chest was bleeding too, and she stabbed him with a sword and shot him with another arrow.

Ling Chen looked at the wound on Lan Ling's shoulder, even more angry.

The rough palm gripped the softness of her chest tightly, and slid roughly under her skirt.

Lan Ling was ashamed and angry, and unable to resist. After holding back tears for a long time, he finally started crying like a child.

Her cry finally stopped him, and Lan Ling's weight suddenly lightened.

"Ling'er!" She heard him call her, her voice deep and painful.

She wanted to grab something to cover her body, but he held her hand tightly.

He held her in his arms, "Ling'er, don't leave me." His voice was low and forbearing.

She was angry, "You don't love me at all, otherwise why would anyone dare to burn me to death in the palace? The person I was going to marry was Ling Feng, not you!"

Before she finished her words, his neck was pinched by him, and his movements were swift and fierce. She had no time to react. She was dark in front of her eyes. The feeling of suffocation became tighter. Her throat was burnt, unable to squeeze out half of the sound.

He has reached the critical point of anger. He has never felt such a bite, jealous, or angry. "I said, I hate being betrayed the most in my life! Blue Ling, neither can you. You can only love me! "

He saw that she was almost dead, his hand loosened, but his lips pressed up, while he kissed deeply, his big hands carefully but possessively stroked every inch of her skin.

His arms strangled her in pain, and his voice came with a cold voice: "Lan Ling, it's not what Ling Feng said. You don't want to marry him. I don't know why. Moreover, you said you love me. , And let me only love you. Now that I have fallen in love with you, you have to run away, how can this be! Your love in this life can only be me! You can only be mine!"

He no longer pityed her, the blood on his chest kept flowing out, staining her.

He confines her, hits her, possesses, plunders, jealousy, anger, and heartache.

He arbitrarily released on her. This refreshing feeling can only be experienced when I am with Lan Ling.

Lan Ling was unconscious.

He got down from her and brought warm water to her. He gently wiped her and put on the clothes they sent.

He wiped himself, called the military doctor to come over, bandaged her open wound.

His wound was also treated. His injury is not deep, and Lan Ling's strength is not enough. But that was given to him by Lan Ling, which directly hurt my heart.

He hugged her on the army bed and gave her acupuncture points.

Heavy soldiers were sent to guard the door.

Ling Chen went to the banquet, and when he came back, he brought chicken soup and some side dishes.

Lan Ling was already awake.

She saw him with fear in her eyes.

He clicked on her acupuncture points. She lifted the phantom in her hand and wiped it towards Ling Chen's neck, Ling Chen held her hand, and faded her phantom, "I will keep it for you these few days."

"Eat!" He filled her with soup and put chicken drumsticks in the bowl. Lan Lingsu loves chicken drumsticks.

Lan Ling pushed the bowl to the ground.

With fire in Ling Chen's eyes, he pressed Lan Ling on the bed, holding her neck with his hand, "If you don't eat, I will **** you again!"

Lan Ling was extremely angry.

"The emperor, Jingyun wants to see Junior Sister." Huo Jingyun's voice came from outside.

Ling Chen got down from Lan Ling, "Come in."

Huo Jingyun came in and saw Lan Ling standing there with a look of anger.

"Ling'er, don't do this, we are all your relatives. We won't hurt you." Huo Jingyun stretched out his hand to Lan Ling, who backed slightly.

He picked up the broken bowl fragments on the ground, "He is your husband, I am your senior brother, you are like this now, just because you have lost some memories."

"The emperor, at present, we are all strangers to Ling'er. You have to be patient."

Ling Chen nodded, "I called Yu Rong, and she will come over in a while."

"Also, the two of them can always get along." Huo Jingyun nodded.

After a while, Bai Shaoting walked in, followed by Yu Rong.

Bai Shaoting looked at Lan Ling up and down, she seemed plump, and her face was much better than before.

Seeing Lan Ling, Yu Rong stepped forward and held her hand, "Ling Consort, it's really you, are you still alive?"

Seeing Yu Rong, Lan Ling slowly relaxed his guard.

"who are you?"

Yu Rong was stunned for a moment, and looked up at Ling Chen.

"She has lost her previous memories." Ling Chen said lightly.