Ugly Princess: The Second Marry of the Bloodthirsty Eighth Prince

Chapter 129

With a light movement, the black figure quietly entered the wing room.

He took out the divorce letter in his arms, held it for a long time, and put it on the desk.

Silently walked to the desk, the table was still covered with wet ink stains, there was a faint smell of him between the handwriting, and the scene of the night when You Meng Zhai taught her to practice calligraphy with a pen was in her mind.

After picking up a few sheets of paper and looking closely, they were nothing more than prescriptions and pharmacology.

A piece of paper fell down, and in the wind of his palm, the paper was in his hand in an instant, and he saw that what was written on it was exactly the poem he wrote that night. Little by little I met her in [-].

He approached the bed silently, and lifted the heavy curtains.

Before the last two layers were opened, the muddy and deep eyes suddenly darkened.

Only now did he realize that there was no smell of her in the room.

The palm wind blows, the curtains flutter, the bed is empty, there is no sign of her, and after he came out of the secret room, he first went to Youmengzhai to write a letter of divorce, she must not be there, it was raining so late at night, where did she go?

ancestral hall.

The rain is pouring, and the dense cold wind is blowing in bursts, covering the sky and covering the earth. The dark midnight seems to be the sky is about to collapse. The wind lamps hanging from the corners of the eaves are swinging high and low, and the restless lights are flickering in the dark night. As he stood, the cold rain hit his face, chilling to the bone.

There were more and more hurried voices on the bluestone road.

Hastily came towards the ancestral hall.

The fire and candles in the ancestral hall were flickering, imagining the majestic and cold face of the old concubine, and the deep-eyed Butler Feng beside her.

There is no one else.

The sound of footsteps soon reached the ancestral hall.

The old concubine turned around and saw Shangguan Fenglan who was drenched by the rain at the door, her dark and narrow eyes had never looked at her so indifferently, as if the one standing at the door was not her son, but a ferocious and dangerous beast , at this moment the whole body exudes a message of uneasiness.

"Uncle Feng, where is she!"

Shangguan Fenglan was leaning on a cane, and her sinister gaze was fixed on Steward Feng's face.

His eyes drifted away, and he landed on the ground again. There seemed to be a pungent smell of blood on the pool of blood that hadn't been wiped clean.

He looked at Feng Quan whose eyes were twinkling, and asked again: "Where is she!"

Steward Feng faltered, while the old concubine looked at Shangguan Fenglan fixedly, and walked up slowly.

"You came here late at night and said something like this without beginning or end. I would like to ask, who are you doing this for?"

Shangguan Fenglan looked straight at the old concubine, and suddenly said gloomyly: "Come in!"

After a while, a killer from Prince Jing's Mansion walked into the ancestral hall.

The old concubine just moved her eyes, and quickly regained her composure.

Shangguan Fenglan glanced at Steward Feng and the old concubine with almost horrified eyes, and said word by word: "I'll ask again, where is she!"

The old concubine held her trembling body and looked at her son with majesty, "The one standing in front of you is your mother! You treat me like this because of a woman. Could it be that you have hidden your life experience for three years? Your old mother will never forget it!"

Shangguan Fenglan took another step closer: "I don't dare to forget, I want to ask my mother, mother knows that she is pregnant with your grandson, why do you still have the heart to kill that child?"

"Since you know everything, why bother to ask me again!" The old concubine made a more dignified posture, but looked sadly at her son who was confronting her in front of her.

He was really confused, the woman hurt him so far, he lost his soul because of the woman again, and he still had such an attitude towards his old mother, "Why, is it possible that you still want a woman you hate to give birth to an heir for you?" ?!" Has he forgotten who hurt him into what he is now, and he still wants to keep that woman's child!

Fortunately, she found out beforehand that now that the woman and her children are gone, she really broke his mind!
Shangguan Fenglan's eyes gradually filled with dark hostility, like Yan Luo from hell.

After he forced the old concubine to tremble step by step, Steward Feng helped her to stabilize her body.

Shangguan Fenglan looked at his old mother with cracked eyes, and there was definitely a kind of flame-like shock and anger. "Mother hurting the killer like this, is it really just for the pain of the child, or for the desire in Mother's heart, for the supreme right?!"

"you you,--"

The old concubine was so angry that her eyes widened, her lips faded in an instant, and she pointed at her with a trembling old and fair hand, "You are going to turn against me for a woman!! You are an unfilial son, fuck you for your mother! I broke my heart, but what I got in the end was your attitude. Why don't you just take a knife and kill your old mother? I don't have to worry about it anymore, and you don't have to think that my mother is setting you up. You, I'm dead, so I can find your elder brother and your father, I have to go underground to rely on them, and I have the right to pretend that I never gave birth to your son!!"

The old concubine didn't catch her breath, her pupils rolled over, and she almost fainted on the spot.

Steward Feng immediately pinched Qi Renzhong, and just now relieved her.

Shangguan Fenglan clenched his fists tightly, and the eyes under the mask suddenly mourned. Looking at the angry face of his old mother, he restrained a bit of flames, but his whole body was as cold as ice sculptures. Jumping out from under the mask, the Xuanming knife was unsheathed at his waist, and the moment a flash of light flashed, the killer of the palace fell limp on the ground, with blood pouring from his neck.

The old concubine stared in horror at the still twitching corpse, she suddenly knelt down on one knee, her shoulders trembled, as if she was smiling wryly or screaming.

"Housekeeper, hurry up, call someone, he must be ill again!"

Just as the old concubine finished speaking, a few people rushed in in the wind and rain outside the ancestral hall, it was Yu Chan, Die Shuang and Meng Ran.

Shangguan Fenglan stood up and pinched Yuchan who came up to support him with one palm, Yuchan was lifted into the air, Die Shuang shouted loudly: "Lan, stop!"

Yuchan seemed to be in great pain, but there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

Ever since the Eighth Prince saved her, her life is his, her life is his, he hurts, she hurts, his hatred, he doesn't need to care, but she can't care, every time she sees his suffering when he gets sick in the past few years Well, the woman who caused him to this point must pay the price! !
Now, that woman finally got what she deserved!
He wanted her life, and she was willing to give it anytime.

It's just that she was not strangled to death as expected, Shangguan Fenglan slammed her down, and she tasted the sweet smell of blood welling up from her heart.

But she didn't complain at all. She crawled over and wanted to give him the antidote, but was kicked away by him again.

Shangguan Fenglan was already ill at this time, with severe pain, coupled with the sudden blow, his eyes were instantly filled with ferocious bloodshot eyes, that kind of overwhelming regret, that kind of pain mixed with hatred, that kind of hopelessness Missed, that kind of darkness that engulfed all will has already covered up the pain that I am suffering at this moment.
Die Shuang hugged him tightly from behind, refusing to let go: "Lan, please, forget about her!"

Shangguan Fenglan held the Xuanming sword in his hand, and gave Meng Ran a difficult order: "... Prepare your horse!"

He pulled Dieshuang's arm away vigorously, and Dieshuang held his tears and watched his high-spirited body enduring the pain and resolutely walked out of the ancestral hall alone.

Is it her illusion? The cold wind blows into the entrance of the hall.

Between his falling black hair, there were strands of silver light shining like thorns, which hurt her eyes.

It turned out that it didn't matter how she was with his childhood sweetheart, and it didn't matter how much she paid for him.

In his eyes, there has never been her figure.

The starry coldness flickered in her eyes, she pulled out Meng Ran's saber and put it on her neck, the wind and rain in the ancestral hall were blowing, her soft voice was as cold as snow: "Lan, if you step out again Half a step from the ancestral hall, I will die in front of you immediately!"

Shangguan Fenglan paused, her long hair brushed her golden face, and a few strands of silver light shone.

The suddenly indifferent eyes under the golden face swept towards all the people in the ancestral hall one by one, and then landed on Die Shuang. Amid the exclamation of everyone, they couldn't bear the severe pain and hatred, and even the golden face He fell to the ground with a bang.
It seems that the wind from the grassland is blowing, and the oily Achnatherum splendens fluctuates continuously with the breeze and waves.
Green grass, blue sky, clear air, the singing of the herdsmen in the Mulun Grassland
There was a woman's charming smile, and there was a clear and moving beeping sound
He seemed to see that ugly woman with pockmarks on her face, always hiding in the corner of the felt bag and watching him secretly. When he suddenly stood behind her, she would be surprised, annoyed, and use A kind of deja vu and affectionate melancholy eyes looked at him like a lost soul. He stared at him for a long time.
As if, he was her former lover
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PS: Tomorrow, when the monthly pass reaches ten, it will be updated~, what?

(End of this chapter)