The fat concubine turned over, the evil king wanted to hug him

Chapter 165 It must be that bastard again

Ning Elegy was a little annoyed by Xiaolu's crying sound, and immediately scolded: "Why are you crying, I'm not dead yet!"

Even though he yelled so loudly, it was obvious that he lacked energy and was extremely weak.

Hearing her scolding, Xiaolu immediately closed her mouth, suppressed crying, and stared blankly at Ning Elegy.But when he endured it, his shoulders shrugged and he whimpered.

Ning Elegy glanced at her and frowned.

She felt limp, powerless, and dizzy.

She couldn't help but stroked her forehead.

She thought, it was probably due to the heavy rain last night, so she caught a cold and caught the wind chill.

Ning Elegy put down his hands and looked around. Fei Ziyu and Nangong Yu were standing silently beside the bed. Judging by the surrounding decorations, they should be in an inn somewhere.

Although her mind is chaotic now, she still clearly remembers that it was Feng Mohan who saved her.

"Where's Feng Mohan?" She looked around the room again and again, but she just didn't see Feng Mohan's figure, which made her feel unspeakably lost and sad.

What is the meaning of that dead man Feng Mohan?

Unexpectedly, it was Feng Mohan who asked her just after waking up. Nangong Yu's eyes dimmed, and she suddenly turned and walked out.

Ning Yange didn't notice his displeasure and sadness at all, her mind was completely on Feng Mohan saving her.She was annoyed and angry.

"Seventh Princess, the Seventh Prince should still be in the imperial city, do you miss the Seventh Prince?" Fei Ziyu suddenly realized.

Hearing these words, Ning Yange didn't bother to refute anything, and lay down heavily.

Feng Mohan, what exactly do you want to do?
Since he saved her, since he followed her all the way, why didn't he want to show up?Did he think he could hide it from her?
Xiaolu stepped forward and patted Ning Elegy's hand lightly, tucked the quilt up for her, and comforted her: "Miss, don't worry, this servant knows that you will miss the prince, so I specially brought a portrait of the prince for you. you."

As she spoke, she took out a crumpled portrait from her bosom, spread it out and handed it to Ning Elegy.

The expression on that little face was somewhat of an invitation for credit.

"..." Ning Elegy took the portrait in Xiaolu's hand in a daze, feeling a little dazed.

Xiaolu, this damn girl, how nervous is she?

Even Fei Ziyu, who was standing aside thinking how to comfort Ning Elegy, couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth twice.

"My maidservant knew that Miss would have such thoughts." Xiaolu didn't notice how unnatural the expressions of the two were, and kept asking for credit.

Ning Elegy couldn't help holding his forehead, feeling like he was having a headache.

"I, I suddenly feel very dizzy, I think I'd better lie down for a while!" Ning Elegy said as he lay down again, covering his head with the quilt, pretending to be in real pain.

Xiaolu thought that her lady was really sick, so she couldn't help but grabbed Fei Ziyu nervously and said, "I'll find a doctor for the lady, Mr. Fei, please take good care of my lady."

Fei Ziyu opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but Xiaolu had already rushed out, without giving Fei Ziyu a chance to hesitate.

Hearing the sound of Xiaolu rushing out, Ning Elegy slowly pulled off the quilt and said, "Mr. Fei, Feng Mohan really hasn't been here? Then who sent me?"

"It's a long story. It was raining heavily at that time, and we happened to meet a boat. A few of us boarded that boat, but saw you lying on that boat. The boatman said that it was sent by a young master. Yes, but I didn’t say who it was, and I was quite puzzled.”

Hearing this, Ning Elegy pursed her lips, and her face became even more serious.

Feng Mohan didn't want to see her so much, he actually saved her and then threw her away.

He obviously told himself many times not to care about it, but now the anger gradually surged up in his heart, until he was going to burn her to death.

She groaned softly, closed her eyes and didn't want to speak any more.

When she didn't see Feng Mohan before, she felt a little missing, after all, this man was her only man.

But now that I saw it, I was so angry with this man that I felt internally hurt.

But after a while, Xiaolu dragged the doctor into the room, and shouted eagerly: "Doctor, doctor, show my lady what's going on."

"This girl just caught a cold, don't catch a cold anymore, the old man can prescribe a medicine for convenience."

Ning Elegy's mind was confused, and only the doctor's vague words could be heard in his ears, and he didn't know what to say for some reason.

Consciousness also gradually became chaotic and blurred, and he lost consciousness.

The night wind gently blows into the house.

After Fei Ziyu and Xiaolu had completely left the room, the man entered the room through the window and walked towards Ning Elegy by the bed step by step.

The sleeves of the silver robe fluttered gently with the wind outside the window, making a slight rustling sound.

The man walked slowly to the side of the bed and sat down, stretched out his hand to caress her forehead, it was very hot, scorching the already cool palm of the man.

"Aye, where's the medicine?" Feng Mohan was scorched by the temperature, and his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly.

Chu Ye followed him into the room. Hearing these words, he muttered in a low voice with shame: "Let Qinglong or Xuanwu do this kind of thing. Why do I feel that I am very much like your subordinate." While talking, he still didn't forget to take out the medicine from his bosom and give it to Feng Mohan.

This man is also capable of tossing around. He obviously cared about him to death, but he pretended not to care, but he had to follow him all the way. And his brother, if he didn't feel guilty, he wouldn't be full and have nothing to do.

Too bad his grunt didn't get a response from the man.

All he answered was silence.

Feng Mohan stuffed the medicine into Ning Elegy's mouth, and was about to get up, but Ning Elegy frowned and spat out the medicine again.

"..." He stuffed it again helplessly, pinching her nose, forcing her to swallow it.

But the more rude the action, the more unable to stop Ning Elegy from spitting out.

Once again, the medicine was spat out.

She vomited, and he stuffed it into her mouth. After repeating this cycle, Feng Mohan finally got annoyed.

He stuffed the medicine into Ning Elegy's mouth again, and when Ning Elegy was about to spit it out again, he suddenly bowed his head and kissed her lips fiercely, and pushed the medicine into Ning Elegy's mouth mercilessly with the tip of his tongue .

Suddenly something stuffed into his mouth, accompanied by a bitter taste, made Ning Elegy's small face wrinkle into a bun, and his eyebrows also wrinkled into a ball, excruciating pain.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Her mouth made an indistinct sound, as if she wanted to resist, but it was a pity that all the voices were swallowed up, and the breath in her mouth seemed to be absorbed together. .

Chu Ye on the side stared at the two of them with wide eyes in astonishment, especially a young man like him who had no experience in human affairs, staring at them, couldn't help but blush.

It's a pity that the two of them didn't realize it.

……

Ning Yange frowned and frowned again, and found that her mouth was tightly blocked, and she was a little out of breath.

what's up?Is she dying?
He was clearly conscious, but he couldn't open his eyes, and even waved his hands to try to struggle, but the hand he just waved was suppressed by a pair of big hands.

It was such a movement that suddenly woke her up.

She sat up suddenly, breathing heavily, her eyes widened, and she looked around, but she couldn't see anyone in the room.

dream?Is it just a dream?
She stretched out her hand to caress her aching lips, which made her frown.

Why did she feel that someone bit her hard in her sleep, not only that, but also fed her something, the bitter taste in her mouth now reminded her that it was not like a dream at all just now.

But the bitter taste lingering on the tip of her tongue also cleared her mind a lot.

She threw off the quilt and looked out the window, but there were people coming and going on the street, and it was difficult to catch a familiar figure.

Feng Mo Han!
It must be that bastard again!

She flipped the table angrily.

Xiaolu, who was waiting outside the door, heard the movement, immediately opened the door and called out: "Miss, what's wrong with you?"

She was stunned as soon as she opened the door, seeing the overturned table and the mess on the ground.

Ning Elegy stood aside panting, her face even more gloomy.

"Xiaolu, from now on, you must stay by my side at all times, and you must not leave my side for half a step, understand?" She ordered suddenly.

Xiaolu nodded stupidly.

"Damn it, where's Nangong Yu?" Thinking of Feng Mohan, Ning Elegy's heart was filled with anger and anger, and he only wanted to draw Feng Mohan out.Now this man is elusive, and if she can't catch him, she can only stimulate him to come out.

Xiaolu couldn't understand her despondent expression, especially the annoyed and maddened expression of the young lady who just got sick right now.

"Miss, Mr. Nangong has gone somewhere, Miss looking for him?"

"It's nothing, you can stay with me!" Ning Elegy pouted, then walked back to the bed barefoot and lay down, covering her head with the quilt.

God knows how broken her heart is.

It was like being voyeurized, watched, and eaten tofu, but she had no room to resist.

She doesn't like this passive position.

……

There is a restaurant not far from the inn, which is very popular.

Nangong Yu was drinking a glass of wine, when he looked up, he saw the tall silver figure walking slowly, and he placed the wine cup in his hand heavily on the table.

"Seventh Prince." He was not at all surprised when he saw Feng Mohan.

Feng Mohan didn't want to say hello either, so he sat down and looked at him coldly.

"What's the matter?" The two words were unfamiliar and indifferent.

Nangong Yu smiled softly, "Feng Mohan, since Ning Elegy doesn't want it, then you should quickly give her a divorce letter and stop torturing her."

A dark light flickered in the man's pupils, but he sneered noncommittally, and slowly leaned his back on the back of the chair.

"Nangongyu, if my lord remembers correctly, the Crown Princess is still in Nancang Kingdom staring at the Crown Prince when he returns to the palace."

"You!" Originally, he wanted to speak in a friendly manner, but the flames of war between the two couldn't stop when they met.

Nangong Yu stood up, stepped forward and grabbed Feng Mohan's lapel, "Ning Elegy, I'm going to make a decision. Feng Mohan, you are just a dying person, what right do you have to occupy her again?"

(End of this chapter)