Unparalleled Concubine: The lord is kneeling

Like all stories there is an answer.But not all the answers are necessarily the same as originally hoped.

In Changle Hall.

Regardless of the presence of Nangong Liuxiang and the others, Feng Jin stretched out his hand and gently hugged Luo Fuyu into his arms, stroked her pale and bloodless face with his fingers, opened his mouth, and wanted to say a few words to calm her restless emotions , I don't want to, but my throat seems to be cut by a knife, and my voice is hoarse and unpleasant.

"Ajin!"

Luo Fuyu looked at Fengjin in horror.

Before her was a few years ago, when she learned that she was attracted by Nangong Jin and was about to enter the palace.

That day, Ah Jin also looked at her like this, treated her so tenderly, and even watched the moonlight with her all night, but on the second day, he personally sent her to the palace.

In Luo Fuyu's sparkling eyes, uneasiness, panic, and fear spread layer by layer!

There is a voice in my heart that keeps clamoring.

He gave up on her!He gave up on her again!

why?

Why can he always give up on her so easily?

why?

Why did he hold the knife himself every time he hurt her?

Luo Fuyu shook her head, and as she shook her head, big tears fell down one by one.

Feng Jin looked up at Luo Fuyu who was smiling miserably, it wasn't that he didn't feel pain in his heart, it was just...

Feng Jin looked up at Nangong Liuxiang.

Looking at each other, Nangong Liuxiang was silent for a while after seeing the begging in Shangfeng Jin's eyes, got up and led people out.

Soon, the hall fell silent, only Luo Fuyu who was whimpering like a wounded little animal, and Feng Jin whose eyes were mournful as if he had lost the whole world.

"Ayu!"

Feng Jin got up, bent slightly, and hugged Luo Fuyu in his arms.

Luo Fuyu leaned against Feng Jin's arms, her face was like jade porcelain, her eyes were as black as ink, they were dull and lifeless.

"why why……"

Feng Jin tightly held Luo Fuyu's hand, leaned slightly, sighed, and said softly: "Ayu, in the next life, don't meet me again!"

Luo Fuyu suddenly raised her head, stared at Feng Jin in a daze, followed by picking up Feng Jin's perfect face like a sculpture, the tears in her eyes were like broken beads, crackling and falling .

Crying, crying, she buried her face in Feng Jin's arms.

She is not afraid of death, but she is afraid of dying alone!

"Why? Why am I always the one who was given up?" Luo Fuyu raised her head again, looking at Feng Jin with tears all over her face, "Tell me, why?"

Feng Jin lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered gently like a fan.

He didn't answer Luo Fuyu's words, but just squeezed Luo Fuyu tightly into his arms, and buried his face in Luo Fuyu's neck, Luo Fuyu felt a momentary coldness in her neck.

However, that coldness was not enough to suppress the heat in her heart, she needed an answer!

"A Jin, tell me, why did you treat me like this?" Luo Fuyu pushed Feng Jin's face away, her blood-red eyes met each other, and she stared at Feng Jin with ashamed heart, "I don't blame you, but I need a reason, need a reason, why I was always the one who was given up, you tell me."

Feng Jin shook his head.

"Why are you shaking your head?" Luo Fuyu drooped her eyelashes like butterfly wings, and the corners of her lips suddenly curled up into a mocking smile, and the corners of her lips curled up mockingly, "A Jin, A Jin..."

Feng Jin heard Luo Fuyu's almost heartbroken voice, and his hand slowly landed on Luo Fuyu's back.

"Ajin, I always want to risk my life to love you, but now, I hate you..." Luo Fuyu looked at Fengjin sadly, "Everything I have done for you can't be exchanged for you and me Do you live and die together?"

Before Feng Jin could speak, Luo Fuyu suddenly hugged Feng Jin's head, opened her mouth and bit down hard on the pulse on the side of his neck.Like all stories there is an answer.But not all the answers are necessarily the same as originally hoped.

In Changle Hall.

Regardless of the presence of Nangong Liuxiang and the others, Feng Jin stretched out his hand and gently hugged Luo Fuyu into his arms, stroked her pale and bloodless face with his fingers, opened his mouth, and wanted to say a few words to calm her restless emotions , I don't want to, but my throat seems to be cut by a knife, and my voice is hoarse and unpleasant.

"Ajin!"

Luo Fuyu looked at Fengjin in horror.

Before her was a few years ago, when she learned that she was attracted by Nangong Jin and was about to enter the palace.

That day, Ah Jin also looked at her like this, treated her so tenderly, and even watched the moonlight with her all night, but on the second day, he personally sent her to the palace.

In Luo Fuyu's sparkling eyes, uneasiness, panic, and fear spread layer by layer!

There is a voice in my heart that keeps clamoring.

He gave up on her!He gave up on her again!

why?

Why can he always give up on her so easily?

why?

Why did he hold the knife himself every time he hurt her?

Luo Fuyu shook her head, and as she shook her head, big tears fell down one by one.

Feng Jin looked up at Luo Fuyu who was smiling miserably, it wasn't that he didn't feel pain in his heart, it was just...

Feng Jin looked up at Nangong Liuxiang.

Looking at each other, Nangong Liuxiang was silent for a while after seeing the begging in Shangfeng Jin's eyes, got up and led people out.

Soon, the hall fell silent, only Luo Fuyu who was whimpering like a wounded little animal, and Feng Jin whose eyes were mournful as if he had lost the whole world.

"Ayu!"

Feng Jin got up, bent slightly, and hugged Luo Fuyu in his arms.

Luo Fuyu leaned against Feng Jin's arms, her face was like jade porcelain, her eyes were as black as ink, they were dull and lifeless.

"why why……"

Feng Jin tightly held Luo Fuyu's hand, leaned slightly, sighed, and said softly: "Ayu, in the next life, don't meet me again!"

Luo Fuyu suddenly raised her head, stared at Feng Jin in a daze, followed by picking up Feng Jin's perfect face like a sculpture, the tears in her eyes were like broken beads, crackling and falling .

Crying, crying, she buried her face in Feng Jin's arms.

She is not afraid of death, but she is afraid of dying alone!

"Why? Why am I always the one who was given up?" Luo Fuyu raised her head again, looking at Feng Jin with tears all over her face, "Tell me, why?"

Feng Jin lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered gently like a fan.

He didn't answer Luo Fuyu's words, but just squeezed Luo Fuyu tightly into his arms, and buried his face in Luo Fuyu's neck, Luo Fuyu felt a momentary coldness in her neck.

However, that coldness was not enough to suppress the heat in her heart, she needed an answer!

"A Jin, tell me, why did you treat me like this?" Luo Fuyu pushed Feng Jin's face away, her blood-red eyes met each other, and she stared at Feng Jin with ashamed heart, "I don't blame you, but I need a reason, need a reason, why I was always the one who was given up, you tell me."

Feng Jin shook his head.

"Why are you shaking your head?" Luo Fuyu drooped her eyelashes like butterfly wings, and the corners of her lips suddenly curled up into a mocking smile, and the corners of her lips curled up mockingly, "A Jin, A Jin..."

Feng Jin heard Luo Fuyu's almost heartbroken voice, and his hand slowly landed on Luo Fuyu's back.

"Ajin, I always want to risk my life to love you, but now, I hate you..." Luo Fuyu looked at Fengjin sadly, "Everything I have done for you can't be exchanged for you and me Do you live and die together?"

Before Feng Jin could speak, Luo Fuyu suddenly hugged Feng Jin's head, opened her mouth and bit down hard on the pulse on the side of his neck.