[69 Book Bar - www.] Her tone was indifferent and elegant, as always, but it was like a basin of bone-cold water. The moment it was poured out, it completely awakened the reason in Feng Zhisu's heart!
"boom!"
The sword fell to the ground, splashing with goose feathers and residual snow, and the strong wind smeared her busty and beautiful golden feathered coat with pink lilies embroidered on the hem...
Dazedly, he looked at her who was cold and lonely, with a thousand kinds of glazed light flashing vaguely in his deep eyes, as if he was looking at a mysterious flower from the other side.
The wind blew by, mixed with the unique fragrance of pine trees on his body, lingering in everyone's nose.
On the other side, Long Biman, who was watching the sword fall to the ground and his plan failed, was clenching his fists with his slender fingers, and his beautiful eyes were filled with hatred and disgusted anger.
"Humph! Come here, capture this despicable bastard and escort it back to the hall, where the emperor will punish him himself!"
The overly anxious orders, mixed with the angry snorts, seemed particularly harsh in this secluded alley, but it was impossible not to obey.
"Despicable, bastard? Hehehe..."
In front of everyone, Long Yi Ni held up her flowers and smiled. Looking at Long Bi Man, her eyes were extremely clear and cold, as if to say: Are you really so filled with hatred that you wish you could just kill him?
In fact, Long Biman understood her anger and hatred, and could roughly read it from her eyes...
When she is already in dire straits and is in a mess, if she is still arrogant and caressing others and speaks out to help others, there is no doubt that this is a clear declaration of war and preparation to become her enemy!
But, so what?
Anyway, as early as the first time she saw herself, she had worked hard, and she would never let the living self leave easily!
"If you don't want to go back..." As if to encourage her, Feng Zhisu held Long Yini's hand more tightly, exuding a faint aura of indifference, "Then, I will take you away!"
Holding the flower and smiling, the dragon stretched out its hand gracefully and gracefully, as light as ink and green silk, like the first child of a different flower, the beauty is dizzy and bright and unparalleled:
"Does the prince think that Long Yini can really escape?"
In the Prime Minister's Mansion Hall:
I saw a woman of about forty years old, kneeling in the hall. Her Chinese clothes were in a mess, with bloody whip marks clearly engraved on her exposed flesh, as if she had just been severely tortured.
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Facing the accusations and discussions from the crickets all around her, her beautiful and picturesque face was drooped, covered with deep or thick traces of dried tears.
If only, it wasn't like this scene; if, in the middle-aged man's sword eyes, there wasn't that kind of anger that seemed to be able to kill people without being invisible.
Perhaps most people will never believe that shameful accusation against the pitiful and delicate woman with a sickly look on her face!
...Steal people!
To put it in layman's terms, it was she who regarded death as if she were going home and moved forward bravely to give the emperor, the most powerful man in the world, who is above ten thousand people and who holds the power of life and death for everyone, a bright and colorful cuckold!
Outside the window, the cold wind was mixed with snowflakes, blowing and whistling like a hungry wolf...
"Concubine, I usually treat you well. Why on earth do you want to do such an unethical and rebellious act? Tell me!"
In the center of the hall, a middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, looking majestic and majestic. His heroic face revealed heartbreaking grief and anger...