The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Scarlet blood flowed out from his chest, quickly staining a large area...

"Miss Jiang...don't...don't leave...Wang..." Mo Yong only had time to finish the last sentence before shaking his head heavily and swallowing his last breath.

No one spoke, let alone moved, and the scene was completely silent.

"Mo, Mo Yong..." After a long while, Jiang Nanyan finally realized.

With a pale face and shaking body, she squatted down slowly, knelt in front of Mo Yong, stretched out her hand tremblingly, and probed Mo Yong's breath.

In the next second, as if being scalded by something, he suddenly retracted his hand.

Out of breath!

Mo Yong is out of breath!

Xiahou Fengli killed Mo Yong!

Xiahou Fengli killed Mo Yong in front of her!

Jiang Nanyan fell to the ground in a daze, her face pale.

She looked at Mo Yong on the ground, then raised her head, looked at Xiahou Fengli whose face was a little stunned, and wanted to speak, but her pale lips opened and closed several times, but she couldn't make any sound, her throat was as dry and hot as if it had been scalded... …

Jiangnan Yanduo hopes that everything in front of him is just his dream.

I wish she was still on that big ship, resting in the cabin, waiting for Huang Fulian who went to save Feng Yu to come back...

however……

Jiang Nanyan lowered her head stiffly, inch by inch, looking at the bright red, sticky, blood with a strong fishy smell on her hands, and the blood-stained clothes...