The Hickey of the Demon Lord: The Substitute Princess

Chapter 204

The man in black held on to the long knife tightly, this powerful blow made him fall, and he even pulled out the blade.

He struck out the first palm, broke the man's left hand, and took back Long Wushuang, who was covered in blood. The sound of my own bones being broken inch by inch under the heavy palm force.

He really, really looked like a bloodthirsty ogre.

The guards on the side couldn't help but look solemn, and immediately arrested the two men in black.

Among them, the man in black who had injured Su Min, when he collapsed, his eyes were still staring like copper bells, as if he couldn't believe that someone in the world could hit him with a palm that could kill him like a numb man.

Nan Gongzheng, who withdrew his palm, embraced the little woman in her arms who had her eyes closed and was full of air.

He had never felt so heartbroken for a moment.

If he had ever had a similar feeling, it was the night when he saw Concubine Liu die with his own eyes.

"Su Min!" He shouted again anxiously, his expression no longer calm.

With a pale face, her long eyelashes trembling, she opened her eyes and saw him.The limp little hand moved slowly, slowly.

"Don't move." For the first time in his life, he was so scared.The wound on her chest kept gushing blood, which made his heart go cold.

But she persisted, exhausting her last bit of strength, and covered his chest with her small hands.With bloodless lips, he struggled for a while before finally uttering a word.

"Go away..." She gasped and pushed him away.

"Don't let me take care of me!"

In such a rage, the blood fountain on his chest splashed out again.Having lost too much blood, she only felt that her eyes went dark, and then she fell limp and completely unconscious.

early morning.

A handsome figure, with a little tiredness, stayed in the house.This room is very obvious. It can be seen that it is a place where a woman lives. Every scene and every object is beautiful and elegant, and the details reveal the woman's delicate thoughts.

On the ground, is a robe.

Although it was broken, he could vaguely see that it was a robe worn by a man. He bent down and picked up a piece of material.

It is fine silk, the color is not too bright, but it is inlaid with silver thread, setting off the light pattern.

He suddenly remembered how nervous and flustered she used to be.

Are you sewing this robe for him?
Because tomorrow is his birthday.

He put the large piece of cloth against his chest in front of the mirror. If it was a complete robe, it should look good on it.

It's just that the current piece of thin clothes can't be worn on him.

Her angry voice echoed clearly in his ears.

Nangong Zheng, I hate you!
Bitterness welled up in his throat, and he closed his eyes.

All that appeared in front of his eyes were the tattered pieces of his clothes.

No more evidence is needed.

He has made a big mistake.

Many people began to notice that Nangong Zhengxiang was a different person.

There was hardly a trace of a smile on his face, which was colder than a thousand years of ice.

Los Angeles.

Su Min woke up and silently looked at the person sitting beside him, it was Situ Changle.When he saw her wake up, he acted calmly as if nothing had happened, but when he saw that Su Min was about to get up, he hurriedly stood up, pressed down her hand, and stopped her from acting rashly.

"You don't know how badly you were hurt, do you?"

She is silent, looking around, is her room.

Yes, the Su family in Los Angeles.

Maybe the injury was not serious, not to mention getting up, even taking a big breath, also involved the pain in the chest.

Gritting her teeth, she endured the pain and held back everything.

"That man has some skills, so he sent someone to find me, but how did you get hurt, girl? Did he do it again? I think he has a lot of enemies, are you implicated?" the old man read. Her expression suddenly patted her thigh and asked loudly.

She didn't know how to answer Grandpa's questions, so she stopped talking.

"I don't want to go back." She said softly, looking at him quietly.

"If you don't go back, you won't go back. That person looks vicious and not very easy to get along with. Besides, what else is he going to do after breaking up the relationship? Tsk tsk." Situ Changle's face darkened, full of disapproval, although he didn't say it Well, that man rushed back to Los Angeles overnight, and when he found him, he was very surprised.

He hugged her who was dying, and the gorgeous robes on her body turned into dirty bloody clothes, but he didn't have time to change them.

He doesn't look like a talkative man, his eyes are already filled with his most urgent request at the moment. When Situ Changle checked Su Min's injury, he found that someone had already infused her with true energy and stopped the bleeding. Lawton, for this woman who lost a lot of blood, might die halfway.

Of course it was also done by that man, his eyes were deep and solemn, he looked like a martial arts practitioner, and his martial power was unfathomable.

Although he said so verbally, Situ Changle seemed to be able to tell that that man at least cared about her life and death.

From the beginning to the end, he only said one word to him.

"Take care of her for me."

During the night when he treated her, the young man stood by and watched.

Undressing her who was unconscious, cleaning the wound, these trivial tasks, he did them all without saying a word.As if to imply to Situ Changle that the relationship between them is extraordinary.

That's why Situ Changle thought that the man the girl was talking about before, the man she was married to, might be the one in front of her.

No one knows his identity. Of course, it can be seen that he is not just a nobleman. This kind of momentum is not something ordinary people can have.

The woman in front of him silently closed her eyes and said nothing, but Situ Changle knew very well in his heart that he had never seen her so sad.

Seeing that she was fine, he sighed softly, thinking that she definitely didn't want to be disturbed by others, so he retreated, and at the door ordered the maidservant to deliver the medicinal soup in an hour, and change the dressing for the young lady's wound on time.

Silently turning her face to the inside, she could hear Fan'er's footsteps, knowing that she had been looking at her, but she didn't want to open her mouth to explain the reason for all this.

Really, feel very tired.

Her heart, her body, perhaps should slowly recuperate and heal in this way.

She really needs time, and she doesn't know what kind of decision she will make when the time comes.

Royal Palace.

"Where's my brother?"

Nangongtong was stopped outside Nangongzheng's bedroom, with a displeased expression on his face, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the dull dark face in front of him. He really didn't like Lingfeng's expressionless face.

Ling Feng said in a deep voice. "The emperor is resting."

"Now that the sun is so bright, you are still sleeping. You can't lie to me." Nan Gongtong raised his head, looking at the bright sun in the sky, he couldn't help feeling a little puzzled and suspicious.

Ling Feng sighed, with a solemn expression, and continued. "To tell you the truth, my lord, my master hasn't slept well for three or four days, so I just drank a cup of calming tea and fell asleep. If the lord's situation is really urgent, please go down and report it."

"No need, let him sleep." Nangong Tong's eyes flashed and his brows were tightly frowned. Recently, he often wandered outside the palace and hadn't entered the palace for several days. Judging by Ling Feng's tone, something seemed to have happened.

The more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. Over the years, Nangong Zheng seemed to be lazy and lazy, but his heart was stricter than anyone else, not to mention allowing himself to sleep so late, and he didn't even give himself the chance to get sick.

Could it be that because of being too close to that woman, the two of them have been lingering together until now, even without knowing the sun outside?Thinking of this moment, he couldn't help but change his complexion, he didn't turn around and leave immediately, but stood where he was, testing Ling Feng. "However, didn't you catch the assassin last time? Why are you still bothered?"

"This." Ling Feng's eyes changed, not knowing what to say.

However, Nan Gongtong was obviously not so easy to dismiss, his eyes instantly became sharp, and the young prince's aura did not seem to be fake. "What are you talking about, it's my own brother, can't I know?"

"Mrs. Su has gone back." Ling Feng lowered his head and said a word with no expression on his face.

Nan Gongtong was silent, thoughtful, it was really strange that Nan Gongzheng didn't say a word to him about Su Min's departure.

It feels like being ignored.

He felt a little uncomfortable. In the past, Zheng never concealed anything about himself, and they had always been very clear about it.

Why, because of Su Min's appearance, the two of them began to have a layer of estrangement.

Is it because he didn't give Su Min a good face because of political anger?Was he angry at his own immature behavior?Does he really care about Su Min more than himself?
Too many questions weighed down his chest.He pulled away from his thoughts and smiled faintly, but it was perfunctory. "Really? It's not a trivial matter. Why didn't anyone inform me?"

"Subordinates don't know."

Ling Feng answered honestly.

"Leave and leave, what are you afraid of, she will come back in a few days. Anyway, this palace, she can enter and exit freely, a place that so many women in the world envy, she can still turn around and leave, will she never come? .”

Nan Gongtong's mood was sour, as if he had been robbed of something, so he didn't know how to restrain his words, and became more and more harsh.

Suddenly, he heard silence behind him.

It was common sense for Ling Feng not to answer, after all, as a subordinate, he couldn't say much about his feelings.

But the silence at this moment is different from just now.

"This time, she may never look back."

A cold voice, carrying extremely complicated and deep emotions, floated into Nangong Tong's ears.

This sentence made him shudder.

He turned around suddenly, and saw that it was indeed the man who walked out of the bedroom door at some time, the man with eyebrows, eyes and facial features somewhat similar to him, who made him worship as a role model and a god when he spoke and acted.

The moment he saw Nangong Zheng, he almost thought he was sick.

But he was not sick, his figure was still handsome, his footsteps were steady, and his expression was stern, but he seemed to have lost two to three points of emaciation.

(End of this chapter)