mad concubine

The next moment, Long Qianjue's tall body ran towards the prison. Chi Yan stood there for a moment in a daze, and then he realized that he followed the master's back and chased after him, hoping that the princess could save the day.

As for Mengru in the wedding room, when she heard the door squeak, her heart also rose to her throat. It was the first time she needed to be alone with Long Qianjue in a waking state, and she was very nervous. It wasn't until she heard the man's footsteps walking away that her heart gradually sank in her throat.

The moment Long Qianjue walked into the dungeon, his heart tightened when he saw that tenderness curled up in the corner, and an uncontrollable low growl escaped from the bottom of his throat: "Open the door——"

The cell door was opened by the guards, and the man rushed in and hugged the woman's delicate body. Her body was so soft and cool, and the light smoke veil skirt was worn on her body, making people feel like a light and elegant butterfly , will take the wind to leave at any time.

"Xi'er, Xi'er...you open your eyes and look at this king, at me..." Long Qianjue's roar did not make the woman open her eyes, but the cold smile on her lips made her The man knew that she was still alive, not dead!

In the eyes of the man, that faint smile was more like a kind of irony, a kind of pleasure after revenge. She was taking revenge on him, using her own life to avenge his unfeelingness.

"Prince Xuan enters Fengya Garden, quickly—" Long Qianjue drank, and the guards at the side responded repeatedly, rushing out without daring to delay for a moment.

The cold air in the dungeon was too heavy, Long Qianjue also walked out with Mo Xi in his arms, the regret in his heart was beyond words, could it be that he was really wrong?

"Woman, listen carefully to this king. If you dare to die, this king will let the entire Nancang Kingdom be buried with you." Long Qianjue hugged her tightly in his arms and let out a low growl.

Mo Xi's eyes moved, and opened a crack in the mist. Her pale face was flushed with fever. She just squinted her eyes and glanced at the man before closing them again.

In Fengya Garden, Long Qian absolutely ordered the imperial physician and maidservants to die: "If she dies, you will all be buried with her, so I will take good care of you."

"Yes, yes..." The voices of the imperial physician and several maidservants trembled in fright, and they did not dare to be sloppy at all.

Mo Xi still didn't respond at all, Hong Ling covered her mouth and wept softly, it was not difficult to see the black line between Long Qianjue's forehead, he was in a terrible mood at the moment, and there was no sign of a happy wedding.

The imperial doctor carefully used a special ice cream to cool down Mo Xi, and several maidservants tried their best to pour the medicine into her mouth, because Mo Xi didn't cooperate at all, so the medicine entered the medicine and flowed down the corners of her lips. slip down.

Seeing that the situation was quite pessimistic, Long Qianjue suddenly said, "Give me the medicine..."

The servant girl by the bed was startled slightly, the hands holding the medicine were trembling, knowing that their little lives were all tied to the princess, seeing that the medicine couldn't be fed even a sip, she was really anxious.

Long Qianjue took the medicine bowl, went to the bedside and sat down, took a big gulp of the black concoction without hesitation, the bitter taste spread in his mouth instantly, and the next moment he lowered his head, his thin lips covered the woman's soft Open her lips, and slowly feed the medicine juice in, because the lips are blocked, the medicine juice cannot overflow, the semi-comatose woman frowned slightly, and a maidservant beside her blurted out in surprise: "Prince The concubine swallowed it, and the servant saw the medicine go down her throat, it's great..."

Long Qianjue's frowning brows gradually loosened. After taking a mouthful of the medicinal juice, he was about to take a second mouthful...

Mo Xi on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and said weakly and coldly, "I'll do it myself..."

It seems that the woman in a semi-comatose state was also awakened by Long Qianjue's kiss. The man's deep and dark eyes were fixed on her weak face, and the expression on his face was changing intricately. He gritted his teeth and said nothing. As if he didn't hear her words, the man took another sip of the bitter concoction and covered the woman's lips again.

The maidservants at the side turned their heads shyly, and the old imperial doctor looked away unnaturally. He had never heard that King Li would personally serve anyone to take medicine, let alone a woman.

It's just that feeding medicine is just feeding medicine, and Hong Ling at the side can tell that the prince's anger is still not gone, and she can't help but pray secretly, hoping that everything will get better soon!

Long Qianjue had just given Mo Xi some medicine when Chi Yan hurried in from the outside with a very nervous look on his face. A gleam of cold light flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up with evil charm: "Very well, it seems that the big fish is about to take the bait, keep watching... This king is in Fengyayuan tonight, come and report any news .”

"Yes, Lord." Chi Yan nodded solemnly, the moment he looked back, his eyes fell on Hong Ling's body and paused for a moment, a softness flashed in his eyes, and he left the room the next moment, walking in a hurry, it seems There are important things to do.

Hong Ling couldn't help wondering, did something serious happen?The last time she told Chi Yan, I don't know if Chi Yan told the prince that Meng Ru married into the palace, was it for a purpose, or did she really like the prince?

After working all night, seeing Mo Xi's body heat dissipate, and his complexion gradually returned to normal, Long Qianjue asked the imperial physician and maid to retreat outside the room to wait, while he leaned quietly on the back of the bed, staring at the With that pale and stunning face, what should he do with her?

As time passed, the man's eyes gradually lost focus, and scenes from the past came into his mind. She was like a mystery from the beginning, and he still couldn't solve it until now.

"Water—" The person on the bed made a weak voice, and Long Qianjue's thoughts were interrupted. He quickly jumped up from the bed, poured a cup of tea and brought it over, and carefully lifted her body... …

Mo Xi drank a few sips in a daze, then panted lightly, feeling the familiar body temperature enveloping her, the man's rough fingertips gently wiped the tea juice from the corner of her lips, and never let go.

The next day, the sky was dim, and Mo Xi slowly opened her eyes. The familiar room, bed, and red silk made her slightly stunned for a moment. It seemed that she hadn't dreamed, and the vague impression had happened things.