Your majesty, Empress Xianyu doesn't want to leave the cold palace

Chapter 452 Get Out
But these spikes...

Because it took too long, and it was injured on an important acupuncture point, if he took it out rashly, with Ah Ming's current physical condition, his life would be in danger.

It is bound to need precious medicinal materials that prolong life and replenish Qi as support.

For the sake of safety, she decided to remove the Gu first, and then remove the spikes that sealed the acupuncture points.

But seeing the injuries on her younger brother's body, Feng Yanyan's emotions that had been suppressed with great difficulty were aroused again.

Her Ah Ming has experienced a lot of hardships during the years when she was not around.

This made her feel lucky that she didn't directly kill Feng Qianshang just now.

Letting her die like that is too easy...

But seeing the spikes piercing Feng Ming's body, she blamed herself more.

It would be great if she could find her brother sooner.

If only she could have become stronger earlier.

It would be great if... if she could escape with her brother at that time.

That way, they don't have to separate, and he doesn't have to go through torture.

The young man on the bed became conscious. When he opened his eyes, there was joy in his eyes. He opened his mouth and shouted,
"Ah..." Sister
It took a lot of effort, but still couldn't say the second word.

His vocal cords were damaged, and it was really difficult to pronounce the syllable 'sister'.

Feng Yanyan thought of the Ah Ming in her memory would run beside her, always chasing her and shouting 'Sister'.

But at this time, it was difficult for him to utter the second word.

There was hot liquid in the eyes, and a tear fell on the back of the hand.

Feng Yanyan raised her hand to wipe it, and tightly held his hand, full of guilt,
"It's my sister's fault, it's because my sister is late,
With sister here, sister will definitely find a way to make you better.

Sister will also avenge you. "

Anyone who hurt him or mother, she will make them pay the price.

But what Fengming thought of was not revenge.

When he saw his sister was there, he was very happy in his heart.

Twirling the corners of his mouth, unable to make a sound, he opened his mouth and spoke to her.

Seeing this, Feng Yanyan's eye circles became even redder.

She understood what A Ming wanted to say to her.

He told her that as long as my sister is well, everything will be fine.

But... Now that she sees his current situation, it's not good at all.

There was a light knock on the door, and then, Ling Xueduan brought over the pitch-black boiled medicinal juice.

Supported by Ling Xue, Feng Yanyan feeds Feng Ming.

When the medicine took effect, Feng Ming's body was hot at first, but it gradually subsided after about a stick of incense, and he fell into a coma.

Feng Yanyan checked his situation and made sure there was no accident, so she spoke to Ling Xue,
"Notice, wait until dawn, the store will be closed."

Ling Xue suspected that her ears had misheard.

When they arrived in the capital, they managed to open a restaurant and gained a reputation.

The young master has found the key, why should Fengming Tower be closed now!
"Girl, what are you talking about!"

Feng Yanyan is very clear about what she said.

Although Feng Qianshang went through a lot of torture, she failed to kill her.

In the end, it was to leave Feng Qianshang a sigh of relief.

Given time, Feng Qianshang would always wake up.

Rather than being passive at that time, it is better to withdraw now.

"The most urgent thing is to heal Ah Ming."

Ling Xue glanced at the person lying sideways on the bed.

Those long nails lay between the flesh and bones, making it difficult to even lie on the side.

Nodding her head, she agreed with Feng Yanyan's words, but couldn't help but say,
"That princess is really cruel, to use such vicious methods against the young master."

The young master's injury is like this, and it is on an important acupuncture point, I am afraid that it will be difficult to practice martial arts in the future.

The more Ling Xue thought about it, the more indignant she felt,
"Why don't you just kill the girl?"

"No rush." ​​Feng Yanyan covered the quilt for someone, and the expression in her eyes became more and more determined, "There will be a day."

That day will never come too late.

(End of this chapter)