Adorable wife and sultry: Zhan Qiye, don't be too bad

Chapter 435 Zhan Yichen's Last Words
"Nong'er, go out, I'm fine here." Feng Xinglie said calmly, without turning his head.

"Wait." Zhan Yichen stopped her weakly, "I, I have something to say."

"It's not too late to say it after you get through this, Xiao Qi, you hold on!"

Feng Xinglie didn't want him to say, if he did, he would be explaining his funeral.

He had to make Zhan Yichen think a little bit, think about something, so that he could survive.

Gently pressing the back of Feng Xinglie's trembling hand with a hand full of blood, Zhan Yichen smiled wryly, "I know, once you pull out the sword, you will be close to death."

"Don't talk nonsense, we've come here after all the bullets and bullets, and now it's just a small disaster, as long as you persevere..."

"Feng Xing, don't comfort me anymore." If it was really a small catastrophe, why would his hands shake so badly?
Lu Huanong calmed down, "Zhan Yichen, what do you want to say?"

"The thing I can't let go of is her." Zhan Yichen's voice was extremely weak, "If I die, you and Fengxing will go to the Sansheng Pavilion to help her, whatever she wants to do, help her. All of me You know everything about industry and fashion.”

"What are you going to do?"

"Give it all to her."

"What did you say?" Feng Xinglie frowned, "It's already come to this point, you still..."

"Give it to her." Zhan Yichen's rationality gradually blurred, but these two words were still murmuring in his mouth.

Lu Huanong squeezed Feng Xinglie's arm, Feng Xinglie nodded: "Okay, give it to her!"

As soon as Feng Xinglie saw the pattern on the dagger, he knew who it was who hurt Zhan Yichen.

Besides her, who else could hurt and kill him so easily?
Although Sansheng Pavilion is heavily guarded, with Zhan Yichen's ability, he can definitely leave.

It might hurt, but it's never fatal.

Now the knife stuck in his chest is fatal!

Whether physically or mentally, he was wounded to the brink of death by Qiao Mumu.

If it wasn't for Zhan Yichen's injury, Feng Xinglie would have gone to Qiao Mumu to find out if he had to be rescued in time.

With such a ruthless attack, do you want to kill the man you once loved even if you forget everything?
Zhan Yichen closed his eyes, and said slowly, "Let's do it."

Feng Xinglie let out a deep breath, controlled his nervousness, and slowly grasped the handle of the dagger with his right hand, "I'm going to attack, you hold on."

Lu Huanong held his breath, not daring to make a sound.

His hands trembled for a long time, but he still didn't dare to make a move.

"Lie, if you don't pull out the knife, he will really die."

"I know, but I, I..."

Feng Xinglie, a big man, was about to cry.

He was very afraid that Zhan Yichen would die as soon as he pulled out the knife.

This is his best brother, how can he watch him die?

Seeing the moisture in the corners of Feng Xinglie's eyes, Lu Huanon was speechless, and tears fell silently.

No one dared to imagine the consequences after drawing the sword, even though they all knew that Zhan Yichen would surely die if he did not draw the sword.

Feng Xinglie's hands trembled violently.

He can be calm and calm when facing life and death and betrayal, and can be decisive and ruthless when giving orders, but he can't pull this dagger out of Zhan Yichen's chest!
Lu Huanong couldn't bear to watch any more, she turned around, "Lie, hurry up."

Zhan Yichen's remaining rationality made him use a little force, "Do it."

"Xiaoqi."

"Do it." Zhan Yichen gritted his teeth, "I can bear it."

Feng Xinglie clenched the handle tightly, all his courage was concentrated in his right hand.

……

"what--"

There was a sharp pain in Qiao Mumu's chest, and inexplicable discomfort and pain pervaded her limbs, and every cell felt restless, wrapping her.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Go out." Qiao Mumu waved his hands, keeping his head down.

She buried her head between her knees, and the crystal drops fell on the carpet and disappeared.

My heart really hurts.

Is he... dead?

Qiao Mumu's nails pierced the skin of his palm, resisting the call deep in his heart, and dared not move.

She didn't dare to close her eyes. As soon as she closed her eyes, she could see the man standing in front of her covered in blood.

See his desperate eyes.

Seeing his lonely appearance.

He shouldn't be like this.

He is a noble and proud king, how can a king have a fragile and lonely side?

"Young master, young master!"

Qiao Mumu wiped away the tears on his face indiscriminately, stood up straight, and walked out: "What's the matter?"

"The master is not good."

Qiao Mumu ran directly to Nangong Jiangzhi without saying a word.

The next day, Qiao Mumu put on filial piety, Nangong Jiangzhi's funeral proceeded in an orderly manner, and the entire Sansheng Pavilion began to be under the strictest security.

No one can come in and out at will, even some high-level people.

Yu Shen has been watching Qiao Mumu from the sidelines. After the death of the pavilion master, she only cried once, and never saw her shed a tear again. In the past two days, she looked indifferent, except Giving orders is like standing quietly on the mourning hall alone.

No one dared to take the initiative to talk to her, even if they did, they would be shunned by her cold eyes.

"Pavilion Master continues like this, his body will not be able to take it anymore." Chu Jiu came to Yu Shen's side, "Go and persuade me."

"How many days?"

"Since the old Pavilion Master passed away, she hasn't eaten anything, and only drank a glass of water in the middle."

"It's a body made of iron, I'm afraid it won't be able to withstand her torment." Yu Shen said to himself.

"Go and persuade the Pavilion Master."

"I can't persuade you." Yu Shen didn't want to try to persuade her, but she held back and was cold because she was too bitter in her heart to do so.

"Then what should we do? Could it be that we have to wait for the pavilion master to fall?"

"Yes." Yu Shen said without hesitation.

Only when she collapses, can she temporarily let go of these responsibilities and missions, and also temporarily let go of the bitterness and hatred in her heart.

Hearing the words on the ninth day of the ninth day, I felt very uneasy, but there was no other way.

After she went down, she saw Chu Qi standing outside alone, and couldn't help but go over: "Situ's family will come in two days, why don't you arrange the reception, what are you doing here?"

"I don't need to do these things, I just need to protect the young lady."

"The pavilion master has already inherited the position of pavilion master, and the ceremony has been held. Are you still called Miss?"

"I will call you Miss. No matter who she is in the future, she will be the Miss I want to protect."

"You can do whatever you want, but you have to remember one thing, the pavilion master is no longer the lady in the past, you must abide by the rules, otherwise no one will be able to help you."

Chu Qi is a temperamental person, he is the most straightforward when he says what he has to say, which is why Qiao Mumu tolerates him every time he makes a mistake.

If a person can have the same temperament as himself and be faithful, then some small mistakes can be easily forgiven.

Chu Qi lowered her head, "I understand."

Of course she is no longer the old lady. The former lady was soft-hearted, kind, decisive, and a beautiful woman.

But what about the current cabinet master?
She can plunge a knife into the chest of the man she once loved deeply without blinking her eyes, she can ignore the life and death of that man, and she can execute traitors without hesitation, instead of giving them as before. Opportunity for repentance and repentance.

(End of this chapter)