While no one was paying attention, he rushed up to the rosewood frame on the upper left side of the hall.
He pulled out a sword and put it directly on his neck, threatening:
"Stop fighting, Feng, if you dare to step out of this gate even half a step, I will die in front of you immediately."
"Ying'er..." Nan Feng Heng shouted urgently: "Put down the sword quickly!!"
He turned around and ordered the guards: "Stop everything!"
"Brother Wang, go away, you need to take care of my and Feng's affairs!"
"Okay, you are my good sister. From now on, I will have nothing to do with your affairs!
Live or die, it's up to you..."
Nanfeng Heng was so angry that he burst into flames. This unreasonable, unreasonable and unreasonable sister was really sent by God to torture him.
"Come here, show off to Yongning Palace!"
"Ying'er, don't make trouble unreasonably! Put down the sword quickly!"
Feng Qingran's face darkened a bit, and she clenched her hands into fists. When she saw that Ying'er's hand exerted a little force, the sharp sword drew a bloody mark on her neck.
"Unreasonable? Haha...
Feng Qingran, is there any woman in the world who can endure her husband abandoning his newlywed wife for a woman?
Do you love me or not?"
Nan Fengying's voice was hoarse. She needed a definite answer to reassure herself.
"Ying'er, I'm asking this question knowingly." Feng Qingran was so confused that she turned her head and didn't want to continue this topic.
"I want you to tell me yourself!"
Feng Qingran pondered for a moment, her eyes filled with mist, and she struggled to say the word, "...love."
"Since you love me, don't leave, stay..."
It's useless even if you catch up, Prince Ling won't let you have a chance to come into contact with her, Feng, don't ask for trouble..."
Nan Fengying's face showed joy, Feng was still awake, and he still chose her.