The person in the portrait is Feng Jingyun. Just thinking about Jun Shun, an old good-for-nothing, caressing and touching the painting made him so angry that he wanted to kill someone.
You should have killed that old loser just now!
With a flick of his fingertips, flammable powdery sparks flew out, and the painting instantly burned and soon turned into ashes.
The servants of the villa cleaned up the blood stains on the floor.
The night wind blew slowly, and the moon and stars were scarce.
The bright moonlight illuminates the pond full of lotus flowers. There are rockeries and flowing water in the pond. In the lotus pond, a few fish can be seen swimming leisurely and emerging from the water from time to time.
Feng Jingyun stood beside the carved railing of the pond, feeling clear and free from the dust, ashamed of the flowers and the moon.
Staring at her beautiful figure, Jun Mo Shang's eyes were filled with ferocity and deep affection. His stagnant heart had never wavered. Only when facing her, his gloomy heart was always throbbing, "I, the King,
I don’t know that Ouyang Xi had ever married. When I was a child, my mother-in-law only talked about how loving she was with Ouyang Xi and how deeply she loved Ouyang Xi. It’s not like what Jun Shun said, but she deliberately hid it from you."
Feng Jingyun knew that Jun Mo Shang had used the word "my king" because the Banyue Sect had ceased to exist in name only, and its power had been transferred to his title, King Shang. He did not call himself "my king" in front of that old man Jun Shun, but called himself "this seat".
I don’t want Jun Shun to think that the title of prince was given by him. After all, even if he is not King Shang, Jun Mo Shang can still overthrow the entire Qi Tian Kingdom, "Yeah."
He hugged her and said, "Jingyun..."
"Um?"
"Never doubt my love for you."
"Won't."
"In order to achieve my goals, this king will indeed use any means necessary to make use of available people. He will be bloodthirsty, cruel, and ruthless. But that does not include you."
"I know." She buried her head in his cold arms. His body without temperature could warm her equally cold heart, "I never doubted your feelings for me." A man who can go with her.
A dead man, what else is there to worry about?
"The arrow is on the string, and it has to be fired. From the day I started fighting for the throne, there is no way out. The loser...has only death." He stroked her hair that reached her waist, "Jun Youqi was killed.
I have been seriously injured. He has been injured and devoted himself to handling political affairs and the situation in the court. The polarization between the two factions has reached the limit, and there may be a coup at any time. His subordinates cannot defeat Jun Youqi, so I have to take action personally. In recent times,
, I may be very busy."
"fine."
"I will try my best to spend time with you."
She nodded lightly.
"Whether it is me or Jun Youqi who launches a coup, the old loser will definitely die. I didn't kill him directly just now, you..."
"I have no objection. As you said, it doesn't matter whether a dying person lives or not. Just don't bother me."
"No more." He tightened his grip on her, "I will not let her bother you again. If you don't kill him, it's not because you are soft-hearted, but if he lives one more day, he will suffer another day of torture.
This king likes to see life as worse than death."
"Yeah." Her voice was soft.
His cold voice was full of tenderness, "I have to leave, why don't you say you want to keep me?"
"Don't delay your career for me. We have a long way to go."
"You are really a sensible woman." He smiled bitterly, "Sometimes I really don't want you to be too sensible."
She remained silent.
He looked at her stunning face with worry, "I am worried that Jun Youqi will hurt you, so I have left a thousand personal guards to protect you."
