Wei Nuan turned around and saw a stranger, and was slightly stunned. Is this person an enemy or a friend?
Just when she was doubtful, the other party knelt down on one knee and said, "Princess, I'm late."
Princess? Is Feng Qinghan's person? Very good, Feng Qinghan appeared. As for why it appeared, and it appeared so timely, that is not a problem for her to consider. She just wants to go back now.
"Young man, I have a bright future. You can still recognize me even though I look like this." Wei Nuan couldn't help but make a joke. The young man's mouth twitched hard twice and then he quickly lowered his head. He didn't know
Did you lower your head to suppress a smile?
"Princess, the prince will be arriving soon. I wonder if the princess can leave now?"
"Okay, you go in front, and I'll follow behind." Wen Nuan smiled and nodded.
Young man, you are so proud, it hurts every time I smile.
Wei Nuan followed the man out. After walking a few steps, he saw a carriage parked. As soon as he got on the carriage, he felt a tightening in his waist. He had fallen into a familiar embrace. At this moment, Wei Nuan was actually
I feel like my eyes are hot, there is liquid rushing in them, and I want to cry.
She didn't want to cry when she was being fucked by Feng Churui, and she didn't want to cry when she was thrown into a brothel just now. She knew very well that all this was part of her own preparation and her own choice.
But now being held in Feng Qinghan's arms, she wanted to cry.
After trying hard to hold back the tears for a while, I finally forced the tears back. Now is not the time to cry, otherwise the injury on my face will be even more painful!
Feng Qinghan hugged Wei Nuan tightly. He didn't know where Wei Nuan was injured. He only knew that she was sick, so he just reached out and touched her forehead. Seeing that her forehead was still a little hot, he couldn't help but feel worried.
But when his hand moved down enough to touch the bump on Wei Nuan's face, he was startled, "What's going on? Why is your face swollen?"
"It's okay, it's okay, it's just that when I was thrown, my face was on the ground." Wei Nuan no longer cried when she spoke, and she still had a bit of a smile.
It is estimated that even if it fell face to the ground, it would not be like this.
Feng Churui, you are so cruel!
However, at this moment, Su Lie's voice sounded outside, "My lord, the princess is covered with injuries, and her arm seems to be dislocated."
As soon as these words came out, Wei Nuan was stunned, Feng Qinghan was stunned, and then Feng Qinghan's hand bounced away from Wei Nuan's body like an electric shock.
That's right, it bounces away! That's called speed.
For the first time, Wei Nuan feels that Su Lie talks too much. Where is that poker-faced person who cherishes words like gold at the beginning? Why does he talk so much?
But she had to thank Su Lie for not saying her face was swollen like a pig's head.
"What's going on?" Feng Qinghan's voice became colder, but his face was still full of concern and panic, as well as a little regret and guilt.
He hugged her so tightly just now. She must have been in pain, but she didn't make a sound.
"Bai Si beat me up in order to make me look pitiful. It's nothing, it's just a skin injury." Wei Nuan said easily, it was indeed a skin injury, it just hurt a little.
She glanced at her dislocated hand. Without any hesitation, she grabbed the arm and pulled and pushed it hard to put it back. There was only the sound of bones, but Feng Qinghan was still frightened.
A sigh came from his throat, "Fei'er, do you want to be so brave?"
"Is it just a little dislocated? It's not a broken bone, it's fine." He said in a nonchalant tone.
"But, I feel very sad."
Feng Qinghan didn't dare to hug her tightly, but just hugged her gently.