The emperor's favorite gentleman is enchanting

Chapter 270 Don't miss one of them (1)
one day……

One day is enough for Princess Fengqing to kill one person.In this world, one face of this monster is enough.

If there is one more card...it will be a big mess.

At night, it was cold, and the wind was rustling, and it leaked into the hall, lifting the veil, and flickering the candlelight.

"Yi Yao."

"Ah."

She nestled in Xiao Shan's arms, tightly wrapped in brocade quilt, her body was still shivering slightly, a little cold.

Tossing and turning, she opened her eyes and called him, but he answered softly.

"Yi Yao."

"Ah."

Just calling out, his dazed eyes were a little dazed.

"Yi Yao."

Xiao Chen hugged the woman's slightly trembling body tightly in his arms, coaxing: "Hey, go to sleep."

She turned over and rubbed Xiao Shan's chest: "I can't sleep."

He patted her shoulder lightly.

Raising his eyes, the scorching eyes felt a little cool: "You said that the internal organs are festering, how painful it must be."

Xiao Shan paused his hand slightly, leaned over, and held the woman's lips.

His woman, he couldn't bear her slight misery.

But she shook her head, held Xiao Shan's hand, and rubbed it with her cool cheek, without saying a word, as if she was talking to herself, her voice seemed to be scattered: "Feng Ge'er must be tossing and turning in pain now, he If you love beauty like that, you must not let the servants in."

The corner of her mouth twitched, as if she was smiling: "He is afraid of pain, he will yell and lose his temper."

The night was thick and desolately cold.

In Prince Zhong's mansion, Yeyuan flapped her wings on the beam held by Mingzhu. In the main hall, a man screamed.

The internal organs are festering, how painful it must be...

Ye Yuan was startled by a tearing voice and shouting.

Outside the hall, Prince Zhong's face was pale, and he was in a panic: "Quick, please come over quickly."

He lifted his foot and staggered slightly.

Before he reached the bedroom, there was a loud shout from inside: "Don't come in." He moaned dully, he tried his best to suppress it, his voice was a little trembling.

"Feng Ge'er." In the candlelight, the lines on the old man's forehead became deeper and his temples were graying.

Gritting his teeth, he roared angrily, "Get out of here, sir."

"You son of a bitch!" Prince Zhong's eyes turned red, "I am your father."

Inside, is his son, his only blood, he held him in the palm of his hand and made him such a wanton and indulgent son, he was in pain, screamed in pain, and died in pain, it was just him as a father Yes, this general who can gallop on the battlefield with thousands of troops can't save his son, and he can't even make him feel less pain.

Right now, two lines of hot tears rolled down.

Probably tired from shouting, tired from pain, getting weaker and weaker: "I'm afraid you won't even recognize your species now."

The old prince wiped his face and shouted: "Shut up!" He lifted his foot and walked in, angrily saying, "Save the strength for me."

Only when a corner of the scarlet gauze curtain was raised, Xiao Fengge grabbed it regardless of the pain: "Who let you in."

"The girl from the Rong family can see it, but my father can't?"

The gauze curtain that was tightened was slowly loosened, the wind blew a corner, and the moonlight shone on the face of the man inside, covered with criss-crossing red marks, one by one ferociously twisted, that handsome face was beyond recognition.

The old prince's hand froze, let the gauze curtain in his hand slide down, he couldn't lift his hand no matter what.

In the silence, there was a soft sigh: "I don't want her to look at me the last time, I'm born, and I can't do anything about her."

Prince Zhong was stunned, his eyes were colorless, and he looked a little older.

"Go out, don't want Doctor Xuan anymore." The voice was desolate, panting weakly, "It's useless."

Who can help?

Who can give him back a wanton and unfilial son, let him be the overlord, let him make troubles?

Prince Zhong raised his head, raised his steps slowly, bent his back, and took a heavy step.

"Ok!"

There was a muffled sound behind him, and he tried his best to bear it, as if it hit his heart heavily.

How painful it must be, how painful it must be...

One after another, with a muffled throat, there was clearly no sound, but it seemed to be piercing the heart.

Slowly, with the wind blowing slowly, in the gauze tent, the two words were gently scattered, swaying in the dead candlelight.

"Little Nine."

"..."

One sound, another sound, getting softer.

Probably so painful that he didn't even have the energy to call his favorite name.

Prince Zhong burst into tears.

"Fool." Holding his face, the old man squatted down slowly, "Why did I give birth to such a fool."

That's right, this man is a fool, he only thinks about one person foolishly, all the time, when it's not hurting, and when it's hurting.

In the Jiaolan Palace, the faint candlelight was a bit bleak.

The wind lifted the curtain of the bed, and the woman's clear voice: "Feng Ge'er is most afraid of pain." It reverberated and couldn't go away.

In Prince Zhong's mansion, did he yell, did he call her name, did he gnash his teeth...

For the first time, Rong Qiannian felt cowardly, she didn't dare to think about it.

She leaned against Xiao Chen, curled up like a little beast: "That time, he only cut a little bit of skin, and he yelled for a whole day, causing the whole Prince Zhong's mansion to circle around him, and he refused to take medicine. Afraid of suffering, I sent a few plates of candied fruit to the palace."

"That idiot actually ate it all. I just left a little bit of croton in it. He's fine. He didn't get out of bed for a few days." There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were a very pale crimson color.

She kept thinking, raised her head, looked at Xiao Chen with quiet eyes without any light: "There are so many clues, it must be very painful."

Such sadness melted into her eyes, even though she tried her best to hide it, it still lingered like that.

His woman, such an insolent and wanton woman, would also be heartbroken.

"I will make him not hurt." Looking into her eyes, Xiao Sang's words were serious, "Eleventh, three days, just three days, I will definitely return you a good Xiao Fengge, don't you feel sorry for him OK?"

She raised her head and just looked at him with quiet eyes.

He hugged her fiercely: "I will be jealous." He leaned over and kissed her gently, "I will feel distressed."

Yes, the mortals in the world, emotionally and mentally damaged, still turned him into such a worldly man, who would be jealous, crazily jealous, but crazily obsessed with this kind of her, with such a clear distinction between love and hatred, such right and wrong black and white without any impurities She, he loves her so badly.

After the silence, Rong Qiannian raised her head: "Yiyao, can you tell me?" With burning eyes, as if the moonlight was dyed by candlelight, she asked, "Where is the antidote?"

There was a moment of silence, Xiao Wei didn't respond, Rong Qian said two words: "Feng Qi."

(End of this chapter)