The prince is too bad, the princess is too strange

"Shut up!" Feng San glanced at Qing Zhu coldly, and said sharply.

"Qingzhu..." Feng Qi also spoke weakly, with an obvious warning.

Zhuo Ye stared blankly at Feng Qi, feeling a little worried and confused, from Qingzhu's words, she seemed to smell something, but couldn't figure it out...

"Cough... I'll be fine, don't worry..." Feng Qi said softly.

"Stop talking." Feng San said in a deep voice.After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to take the feather arrow in Feng Qi's hand, watched it carefully, and remained silent.

At this time, a boat on the lake came quickly, and before it got too close to Zhuo Ye's painting boat, several people jumped over.

Zhuo Ye was startled at first, but when he looked up, he saw that the leader was one of the other two guards.

"It's my subordinate's carelessness. I didn't expect someone to do something on the lake. Please punish me!" The guard came to Feng San and knelt down with a plop.

Seeing this, several people behind him also knelt down.

"Go back and pick up the rod and pay eighty!" Feng San said coldly.

"Thank you Lord for the light punishment!" The guard kowtowed.

Feng San threw the feather arrow in his hand to the guard, and said coldly: "Check which organization it is! No one will be left alive!" After saying that, he helped Feng Qi up, and jumped onto the boat brought by the guard first.

Zhuo Ye looked at Feng San who was exuding the aura of Hell Shura, and couldn't help but shuddered in his heart, would he die?What is that concept?She can't imagine...

For a person like her who grew up in the era of socialist legal system, this kind of life-and-death thing is too strange and too scary...

"Yes!" The guard took the arrow and got up.

A group of people waited for the boat to leave.

"Cough...cough cough..." On the carriage, Feng Qi vomited two more mouthfuls of blood, and then coughed lightly.

"Master Qi..." Zhuo Ye whispered impatiently, reaching out to pat Feng Qi's back.

"Stay away from my son!" Qingzhu pushed Zhuo Ye away, stared at her with tears in her eyes and said, "Hmph! A woman of unknown origin is also worthy of my son's life to save you!"

When Qingzhu came, he was riding a horse, but this time he desperately wanted to take care of Feng Qi in the carriage, so Feng San let him get up.

"Cough... Qingzhu! Shut up!" Feng Qi said, and spit out a big mouthful of purple-red blood again.

Qing Zhu shut up, bit her lips tightly, and wiped the corners of Feng Qi's mouth in a panic.

Zhuo Ye opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. Feeling aggrieved, helpless and worried, he leaned against the car wall and sighed secretly, who did she provoke her...

Feng San's face was frighteningly gloomy, he clasped his hands, and finally, as if making up his mind, he took out the porcelain bottle and poured out another pill.

"Three, third master... this... if you take it again, it will be a two-month dose..." Qingzhu said hesitantly.

Feng San remained silent, glanced at the green bamboo, and stuffed the pill into Feng Qi's mouth.

Facing Shang Fengsan's cold gaze, Qingzhu couldn't help shrinking her neck subconsciously.

After being silent for a while, Feng San suddenly said in a deep voice: "It's important right now!" After a pause, he said firmly and definitely: "I won't let him have anything to do!"