Fenghua glanced at him displeasedly, feeling as if her privacy was being questioned. She never had to explain things to others, no matter who that person was!
"If you called me here just to ask me this question, then I'm sorry, I don't want to answer." She was about to leave, but Yelujun quickly stopped her.
"As long as you say a word, I will believe you. Why don't you even give me a word to deal with it?" He knew that his words made her unhappy, but why didn't she think about his feelings?
She clearly knew that he liked her, and she was Princess Bei Ming. A strange man appeared in the room. How unpleasant would it be if word spread about this? These are not the point. The point is that he just wants an explanation from her. She
Not even given.
"There is no relationship between me and you, why should I explain to you?" Fenghua stared at his face coldly, his voice was so ruthless and cold: "If it's because I am Princess Beiming, I have to explain to you.
If you explain such a boring question, then you might as well divorce me! Anyway, I don’t care about this position!"
"You—" Yelujun was so angry that his breath stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak.
Fenghua waved his hand away and strode away.
Damn! Is this woman treating him like this?
He was so kind to her, and she was treating him like this? It was so abominable, it made him so angry...
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Returning to the room, Fenghua closed the door with a bang, but the expression on his face remained as cold as ever.
On the hanging beam, Han Qingjue was still lying there, squinting at her, "You look ugly? Did that guy make you angry?"
"Shut up!" Fenghua glared at him coldly: "Get out!"
"Hey, you have to keep your word. You agreed that I would eat and live in yours, and also protect my safety. If you drive me away now, is this considered burning a bridge?" Han Qingjue supported his head with one hand, and was very worried.
Look at her innocently.
"There is a guest room next door. Go over there and sleep. Don't block my eyes!" She glanced at him.
"Oh, that's it!" Han Qingjue smiled, jumped off the cantilever, and stood firmly in front of her: "Then I'll go to sleep. If anything happens to me, remember to protect me!"
He was afraid that the prince would suddenly cause trouble for him, and then she would have to rely on her to support him! Hehe.
With a cold glance from Feng Hua, he quickly exited the room and closed the door...
It's quiet at night.
Fenghua put on men's clothing, and the silver robe reflected the dazzling light under the candlelight.
She stood in front of the bronze mirror and put the golden mask on her face, which just covered the ugly birthmark. Her whole face immediately looked heroic and extraordinary!
When Fenghua puts on this outfit, it proves that she is about to set off again and start a long march!
She must get Xuanyuan Sword!
Since everyone is so afraid of the curse and dare not go, then she can go alone!
She didn't want them to lose their lives because of this incident!
After everything was ready, she put the letter she had written on the table, then walked to the bedside, picked up the bundle she had packed, hung it on her shoulder, blew out the oil lamp, and quietly left the room.
When the door closed, Fenghua turned around and suddenly caught a glimpse of a head hanging upside down in front of her. She subconsciously punched it——
In the dark night, the head did a backflip and landed firmly on the ground.