The black prince on the bar: the hidden secret of the phoenix birthmark

"You came today to ask me how the news is going?"

Zong Zhenghao sighed: "Ning'er, I hope you are not so smart."

Feng Qining smiled: "My lord is just kidding, I'm not smart, otherwise how could I help you, if I was smart, I should choose to stand by my brother, shouldn't I?"

The atmosphere was a little sad, Zong Zhenghao didn't know what to say. www>

"Okay, at this time, I shouldn't say these things. You should be more careful recently. My brother may be going to shoot you. I don't know the exact date. You know, I can't ask too clearly."

Zong Zhenghao nodded, cared a little more, and left.

Feng Qi stared straight at the direction he left, turned around, and saw the most unlikely person, Murong Li was sitting by her bed, picked up her feet, and watched carefully.

Feng Qining wiped her eyes in disbelief, still feeling that it was too dreamy, and wanted to wipe again, but Murong Li grabbed her hand before she could make a move.

"Ning'er, is that why you don't want to see me?"

Uh, when did she have that meaning?Why doesn't she know it herself?What came out was: "Why are you here?"

"Why can't I be here?"

Of course he can't be here. At this time, shouldn't he be in a foreign country?How could it be here with her?

"Ugh"

Murong Li sighed. It turned out that when he was leaving, he had received a letter from Feng Qining saying that she had been poisoned. He rushed here overnight, and five horses died on the way. The distance was shortened to two days by him, but she didn't think that she would let it be if she wasn't moved, but she actually looked straight at the other man's back.

Just as Murong Li wanted to say a few more provocative words, when his eyes touched her feet, his expression changed drastically.

Taking out the silver needle from her bosom, Murong Li stabbed down on Feng Qining's foot, a numb feeling came, and soon, Feng Qining was horrified to find that blood flowed from her foot.

The black blood exudes a foul smell, which makes people sick. Feng Qining never thought it would be such a situation. From the color, the redness and swelling seem to have no change.

Murong Li's complexion became darker and darker, until finally, it turned into a pot-bottomed look. Feng Qining looked at him cautiously, not daring to make a sound, for fear that the storm would sweep her in.

When the blood turned red again, Murong Li applied a little more ointment on her feet, and wanted to say something, but the sound of footsteps outside the door forced him to leave.