Arrogant medical concubine: the exclusive love of the violent prince

Chapter 3 Escorted back to Beijing
He really let go of Feng Qinyu, and walked slowly towards Feng Hexuan with steady steps, step by step, loudly.

Standing still in front of Feng Hexuan, his deep eyes slightly narrowed into a line, looking down at Feng Hexuan so condescendingly, the full sense of oppression is hard to ignore.

In an instant, there was the sound of drawing a sword, and the icy sword rested on Feng Hexuan's neck.

Dongfang Yunlie pursed his lips, a sneer flashed in his eyes, and said to Feng Hexuan: "What kind of identity do you think you are talking to this king now?"

The sword gently slid across Feng Hexuan's neck.

"Father!"

"emperor!"

Feng Qinyu and the empress' eldest grandson Ruomei cried out in panic at the same time.

Seeing the panic flashing across Feng Qinyu's calm eyes, Dongfang Yunlie raised the corners of his lips.

In the next second, the sword on Feng Hexuan's neck changed direction and stabbed fiercely at Feng Hexuan's shoulder, so cruel that he didn't hesitate at all!

"what!!!"

The sound of tearing pain came out of Feng Hexuan's mouth. The proud king in the past was now being played with like a doll in Dongfang Yunlie's hands.

"Does it hurt?"

Dongfang Yunlie curled his lower lip coldly, looking at the blood rushing from Feng Hexuan's shoulder, his eyes were full of bloodthirsty pleasure.

"Let me try here again."

While speaking, the sharp sword in his hand was pulled out from Feng Hexuan's shoulder, and stabbed at his kneeling thigh, but when the sword edge was close to Feng Hexuan's thigh, someone grabbed it with his bare hands.

Those were a pair of beautiful little hands, fair and slender, but at this moment, dazzling blood red oozes from her fingers, dripping drop by drop against those white hands.

A strange color flashed across Dongfang Yunlie's eyes, and he raised his eyes to look at the owner of the hand that broke in suddenly, his eyes narrowed, still sullen.

"My lord, no matter what you say, you are the former monarch, so please raise your hands high."

The palm of the hand holding Jianfeng was so pale with pain, Feng Qinyu gritted his teeth, but looked at Dongfang Yunlie with a calm expression, and said these words in a low voice.

Former gentleman?How dare you mention this!
Dongfang Yunlie laughed sarcastically in his heart, a hint of ruthlessness flashed across his sinister eyes, and in a second, he looked at Feng Qinyu and sneered.

"Being able to take this sword with bare hands like this, Xiao Jiu'er really admires me."

After the words fell, the sword held in Feng Qinyu's palm was mercilessly drawn out along her palm.

The sharp sword edge slid across Feng Qinyu's white and tender palm, and the bright red blood gushed even more violently.

"Nine children!"

"Nine children!"

Seeing this, Feng Hexuan and eldest grandson Ruomei screamed at the same time.

Feng Hexuan looked at Dongfang Yunlie's bloodthirsty black eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Dongfang Yunlie, since I have lost to you, you can do whatever you want, my little Jiuer, you are not allowed to touch her!" Hair."

After all, he is the king of a dynasty, even if he becomes a prisoner at this time, he still cannot do without the domineering arrogance of the world, but at this time, such arrogance is of no use in front of Dongfang Yunlie.

"Don't move her?
Dongfang Yunlie smiled, and he threw the sword in his hand on the ground casually, looked up at Feng Qinyu's pale face, stretched out his long arms, and pulled Feng Qinyu into his arms, lowered his eyebrows, Facing him were still those stubborn beautiful eyes, and said in a low voice:

"This king wants to know, if this king touches her, what can you do to me?"

(End of this chapter)