The queen concubine please

Chapter 430 Missing You: Who Made You Wear Such Clothes!

Ling Feishuang was stunned for a moment, and Wu Yan had already helped her up.

Seeing Bai Zhanying going further and further away, the army behind him also turned around and retreated in the direction they came from.

She suddenly shouted at him: "Bai Zhanying, don't let me see you again, your kindness to me is over, next time, I will definitely kill you!"

Bai Zhanying didn't look back, but stopped slightly, and finally left.

Ling Feishuang returned to Situ Mo almost soullessly, looking at the blood on his chest and the arrow on his body.

She stretched out her hand, but didn't dare to touch him, her hands were shaking badly.

"Situ Mo..."

She shouted softly, and his whole body had already leaned against her and fell to the ground.

The guards kept the two of them in the middle, but they stopped approaching.

Situ Mo's expression was unprecedentedly relaxed. He stretched out his arms to hug her, regardless of his injuries.

"Shuang'er, I miss you so much..."

As he spoke, another trace of blood spilled from the corner of his lips. Ling Feishuang felt his real embrace, and gradually told herself to calm down.

She reached out to help him wipe the blood from the corner of her lips, but he held her hand all at once.

"How dare you say you don't know me! Who told you to wear such clothes!"

His words turned into a questioning and complaining tone again, no longer like the prince of a country, the general who is going out this time.

Nothing is more important than the woman in your arms.

At this moment, he knew clearly.

Ling Feishuang looked at the arrow wound on his chest, felt that he was wearing armor with his fingers, and he was slightly relieved.

The point of the arrow was not in the heart, but the bleeding continued, which still made her extremely worried.

She frowned and raised her head, leaned forward suddenly, and kissed him.

Situ Mo was surprised, but then rejoiced, he changed from passive to active, and entangled her tongue, hugging her tighter and tighter.

Missing him after almost a month of parting, her initiative has already relieved all his unhappiness.

Ling Feishuang took the opportunity to open his eyes, and put his fingers on the long arrow on his chest.

The last time she helped him pull out the dagger, she used this method. At that time, she pulled it out without any hesitation.

But this time, her palms were covered with sweat, and she had no courage.

Not even courage, but timidity.

(End of this chapter)