The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 515 What, Are You Scared?

Yan Wushuang smiled at her, her facial features without the red gauze were so beautiful and moving, her smile made the sunlight dim a bit, "Yan'er, I have saved a lot of money during the time in Jue Se Fang, you and my master and servant This is the end of the scene, you take the money to redeem yourself, and find a good man to marry."

Yan'er shook her head into waves, and her tears kept falling like broken beads, "My lord! Yan'er will not give up, and will definitely find a way to save you!"

Yan Wushuang didn't speak, and didn't look at her again, she turned her eyes away and followed the Yacha.

"My lord! My lord!" Yan'er chased forward a few steps and stood on the ground, crying very sadly.

At this moment, a pair of brocade shoes embroidered with peony flowers suddenly appeared in her sight.

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, followed the pair of shoes and looked up a little bit. When she found that the face of the woman standing in front of her was also covered with a veil, her tears welled up again.

Seeing her crying sadly, Feng Qingyin twitched her eyes, and said unhurriedly, "Can you cry your son back by crying like this?"

Yan'er was startled, with an indignant look on his face with teardrops, "What's none of your business?"

After speaking, she turned to leave.

Behind her, Feng Qingyin's voice sounded faintly, "What if I say, I can save your young master's life for you?"

Yan'er paused, then turned to look at her abruptly, "What do you mean by that?"

"Is what I said difficult to understand?" Feng Qingyin met her gaze and repeated what she just said, "I said, I can help you save your young master."

"Really?" Yan'er's eyes widened immediately, staring at her without blinking, "Can you really help me rescue the young master?"

"I never promise anything I'm not sure about." Feng Qingyin paused before continuing, "It's not difficult to save Yan Wushuang, but the key lies in you."

Yan'er was startled, and asked urgently, "I can do whatever you want! As long as I can save the young master!"

"Really?" Feng Qingyin glanced at her lightly, "Even if you sacrifice your life, are you willing?"

Yan'er froze for a moment, "What?"

Feng Qingyin laughed lightly, and asked with a bit of contempt in her tone, "Why, are you scared?"

Yan'er gritted her teeth, and said, "Who, who is afraid? The young master is kind to me. Even if I want to trade my life for my life, I will never frown."

Feng Qingcheng smiled again, "Your words are enough, if you want to save Yan Wushuang, you really need to change your life."

Yan'er's expression froze, "Why, how can I change it?"

Feng Qingyin raised her chin, and said confidently, "Just do what I say, and I promise to save Yan Wushuang."

Yan'er squeezed her hands hanging by her sides, hesitated for a while, and finally nodded, "Okay! As long as you can save the young master, even if you let me die immediately, I will have no complaints!"

Feng Qingyin looked at the expression on her face and smiled with satisfaction, "Since that's the case, then you should make preparations and wait for me at the bridge not far from the yamen tonight."

Without any hesitation, Yan'er nodded vigorously, "Okay!"

Feng Qingyin looked at the back of her leaving, her beautiful eyes narrowed, and a cold and gloomy light flashed in her eyes.

This time the murder case was solved, and Feng Qingcheng became popular again, presumably many people regarded her as a hero.

Let her be proud for a while, and see who can have the last laugh.

At the same time, Feng Qingcheng had already stepped out of the gate of Jue Se Fang, looking at Feng Qingyin impartially.

Feng Qingcheng didn't dodge, raised her head to meet her gaze, stared at her for two or three seconds, then turned and left.

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