Long Momo opened his eyes weakly, and the first thing he saw was a simple roof with several holes on it, through which the sunlight shone in.
She tried to move, only to find that there was a pile of dead grass under her body. She smiled weakly, and tears fell uncontrollably.
Lie is still alive, and her Lie is still alive. As long as he is fine, she is willing to let her die.
"Open the door!" Qingfeng's voice sounded outside the door, and the next moment, the door was opened.
"Princess, how are you?" Qingfeng looked at Long Momo distressedly. At this moment, the blood on her body had dried, and she looked completely miserable.
"Qingfeng, I'm fine. Lie, is he okay?" She wanted to sit up, but she couldn't find the strength, so she had no choice but to smile at him.
Qingfeng immediately stepped forward and hugged her, "The emperor is fine, I will take you out of here!"
"Qingfeng, don't be like this, you will get angry, let me down quickly!" Long Momo's clear eyes looked at him uneasily, full of pleading.
He must be angry with her, he was angry with her for marrying Feng Yichen, but she had her own reasons, and she wanted to explain it clearly to him.
"I'll take you out of here first. The emperor was just confused for a moment. He will figure it out." Qingfeng refused to let her go, and directly hugged her and left the simple room.
Feng Lenglie stood not far away, looking at the petite figure held in Qingfeng's arms, and clenched her fists tightly.
"Qingfeng, do you believe me?" Long Momo leaned his head in his arms, letting tears rage on his face.
Qingfeng paused for a moment, then nodded heavily. He believed in her and had never doubted her.
Qingfeng placed her in a clean room and sent two maids to serve her.
Long Momo took five baths to clean all the blood stains on his body.
After that day, she never saw Feng Lenglie again, and he didn't say anything about Qingfeng releasing her, as if he acquiesced.
Qingfeng would come over two or three times a day to see if she needed anything.
"I want to see him. I have a lot to say to him!" She looked at him pleadingly, hoping that he would agree to her request.
"Princess, Your Majesty, he is very busy!" Qingfeng's eyes were a little dodgeful, and he didn't even dare to look into her eyes.
Long bit his lip silently, said no more, and lowered his head.
"Can you help me tell him that I really miss him!" After a while, she raised her head and said a little tiredly.
Qingfeng couldn't bear to refuse, so she nodded in agreement.
The emperor's temper was even more irritable and cruel than before. He was really afraid that he would hurt her again.
The next day, Long Momo was taken to Feng Lenglie's room. He was reading a book behind the desk.
The remaining light of the setting sun shone on his cold and handsome face, making him as handsome as a stone sculpture.
She looked at him nervously, longing and longing all bursting out at this moment. She even forgot her movements and just stood blankly at the door.
Feeling her gaze, Feng raised his eyes coldly and glanced at her lightly.
"If you haven't come in yet, do you still want me to invite you?"
He said to her impatiently.
Long reflected silently and walked into the room a little awkwardly, his innocent eyes full of nervousness.
"Hey, I..."
"Shut up, you should call me your emperor!" She was ruthlessly interrupted by him before she could finish her words.
He looked at her coldly, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
"When you see me, you should kneel down!" His ruthless eyes hurt her deeply.
Under his ruthless and indifferent gaze, Long Momo felt a pain in his chest and almost couldn't breathe.
He walked around the desk, walked up to her, grabbed her hair, "Why, you can't? I'll teach you!"
While speaking, he mercilessly pushed her to the ground and forced her to kneel down.
At this moment, Long Momo could clearly hear the sound of his heart breaking.
At this moment, Zhong Li Xun walked in with a bowl of ginseng soup.
"Hey, I made you a bowl of ginseng soup with my own hands. Please try it."
When Feng Lenglie saw her coming, he let go of Long Momo, turned around and walked towards Zhong Lixin with a smile.
He gently took the bowl from her hand and said in a soft voice, "Just let the servants do these things. If you are exhausted, I will feel sorry for you."
Zhong Lixin looked at him in confusion, then turned his gaze to Long Momo who was kneeling on the ground, and instantly understood how he came back.
She smiled bitterly, "It doesn't matter, these are all things I am willing to do for you!"
Long Momo trembled, and she turned around without replying to the letter, watching him whispering the most tender words to the woman in front of him.
Tears fell down like broken beads.
She stood up awkwardly, stepped forward and grabbed his arm, "Hey, I know you are angry with me, I apologize to you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't do this, okay!"
Feng Lenglie threw her away mercilessly, and shook the sleeve she grabbed in disgust, "You are really ignorant! Come on, take her down. From today on, she will be the lowest maid in Luanfeng Camp!"
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Long Momo was thrown out by him, and his whole body hit the desk and fell to the ground again.
"Hey, listen to me, things are not what you think, please listen to my explanation, okay?"
Ignoring the pain in her body, she crawled to his feet and grabbed his robe, refusing to let go.
At this time, the guard at the door had already stepped forward, grabbed her arm, and dragged her out.
"Hey, bad," Long called his name silently and desperately, but he remained indifferent until her voice disappeared and could no longer be heard.
Zhong Lixun looked at the figure being dragged away, with a trace of unbearability flashing in his eyes.
There was a "pop" and the sound of things breaking.
Zhong Lixin looked back and saw that the soup bowl in Feng Lenglie's hand was crushed by him. The hot soup spilled on his hand, and the fragments pierced his hand, and blood flowed out instantly.
"Hey, your hand!" She nervously grabbed his stabbed hand, pulled him to sit at the desk, turned around and ran out the door to find the medicine box.
"Ah!" Feng Lengzhi roared, and slapped his injured palm heavily on the desk. The desk cracked with the sound, and all the fragments fell into his hands.
Long Momo was once again thrown into the shabby house. She sat on the ground motionless, and Feng Lenglie's gentle whisper to the woman kept echoing in her ears. Her heart was so painful that she couldn't feel it.
Only the slightest chill kept creeping into her chest.
