"He said you like stunning men. If you tell you this, you will no longer think about attacking the Southern Empire. Mother, it's not my fault. Brother Wushang didn't allow me to say it.??    "

Ye Xiyue stood aside, her heart trembling and trembling. She looked at Feng Yunran's crying and clenched her fists.

Feng Yunran put all the responsibility on Xue Wushang?

She falsely accused Xue Wushang?

With Feng Wu's appearance of taking ruthless measures against Xue Wushang everywhere, Ye Xiyue could not imagine what the pain would be like next when adding Xue Wushang.

Sure enough, after listening to Feng Yunran's words, Feng Wuzai was so arrogant that he was terrifying, "Come on, call Xue Wushang to me."

In less than a moment, Xue Wushang came to the Golden Palace.

As soon as he stepped into the Golden Palace, Feng Wuchi's palm fell directly on Xue Wushang's shoulder blade. Xue Wushang was knocked away from a distance and slid on the white jade steps.

Feng Wu stood in the Golden Hall and shouted coldly: "Climb in!"

Ye Xiyue clenched her fist, why did Xue Wushun resist? Why?

Feng Yunran sat on the ground, and as she watched the scene, her tears fell even more fiercely.

So terrible.

Xue Wushang shook his body, stood up, and did not crawl in, but walked in step by step.

Feng Wu's eyes were gloomy, dragging the golden gauze dress, slowly approaching Xue Wushen, "Don't you crawl, right?"

Her hand fell on Xue Wushang's shoulder, which was exactly where she injured him just now. Her nails were like a knife, piercing deep into his skin. The blue blood mixed with red clothes flowed out, and the interweaving of red and blue was shocking...

At this moment, Ye Xiyue finally understood why Xue Wushu likes to wear red clothes.

It’s not because he likes blood, but because he is often rendered with blood. The white clothes are not dyed with blood, while the red clothes are dyed with blood can stimulate people’s vision. The interweaving of red and blue, every bleeding is probably imprinted in the depths of his memory.

He is pretending, he is supporting...

Ye Xiyue couldn't bear to watch this scene and quietly opened her eyes. Why did Xue Wushun never resist in Feng Wu's hands?

What prompted Xue Wushang to be so afraid of Feng Wu?

Since he doesn’t love Xue Wushang, why does Feng Wushang still regard Xue Wushang as his son?

Feng Wu's nails were deeply trapped in his flesh and bones. Xue Wushang's face turned pale, but he didn't say a word, his eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

Feng Yunran sat on the ground, covering her mouth, twitching and sobbing.

"Xue Wushang, why don't Feng Yunran tell me about Huang Junye having arrived in the imperial capital? What do you want to hide from? Ye Xiyue has arrived, right? You all want to protect her one by one, right?"

Xue Wushang's lips were pale and she sneered and asked, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Xue Wushang, why are you pretending to be confused? Huang Junye has arrived in the imperial capital. You asked Ran'er not to tell me, right?"

"Whether it is or not, have you chosen to believe Feng Yunran? Why bother to ask this more?"

"Rareless!" Feng Wu's voice turned cold, his five fingers pressed against his shoulder and twisted it hard.

Ye Xiyue could almost hear the sound of flesh and blood tumbling.

Xue Wushang still didn't say a word, and the blue blood dripping drips flowed more.

Ye Xiyue could hardly bear it, and her eyes turned cold.

Xue Wushang had already noticed it, so she closed her eyes slightly and signaled her not to act rashly.
Chapter completed!