The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Huangfu Lian frowned, thought for a few seconds, and said, "Wu Yu, I'll leave Yan'er to you, you and Mo Yong, go out of the city immediately, find a safe place, and heal their injuries."

After finishing speaking, Huang Fulian handed over the person in her hand to Wu Yu.

"Wang, what about you?" Wu Yu asked eagerly as he caught the pale Jiang Nanyan.

"I'll hold Xiahou Fengli back." Huang Fulian said, and was about to turn around.

A trembling hand stretched out from Wu Yu's arms and grabbed his sleeve tightly. [

Huang Fulian was stunned, looking at the slender hand on her arm.

While he was in a daze, several other men rushed towards Xiahou Fengli with their knives in hand.

"Don't go..." Jiang Nanyan said out of breath, her weak hands were tightly clutching Huang Fulian's sleeves, refusing to let go.

Having seen the fight between Huangfulian and Xiahou Fengli just now, Jiang Nanyan knew that if Huangfulian went, she would never come back.

She didn't want Huangfulian to risk her life for her sake.

"Wang, listen to Miss Jiang, let's go! If we are late, we will miss the opportunity." Wu Yu turned around, and it was getting a little difficult to see, and couldn't resist the glances of those people in Xiahou's wind, urging anxiously.

"Don't go..." Jiangnanyan grabbed Huangfulian's sleeves, endured the throbbing pain in her abdomen, and said loudly with all her strength.