"My lord! Your lord! You will hurt innocent people!"
Jingri chased after him, sweating profusely.
But the prince is so fast, how can he keep up?
Even the sound, I'm afraid the prince won't be able to hear it.
Now that the prince is thinking about the princess, how can he still listen to what others say?
"Your Majesty..."
Suddenly, the storm stopped!
Jingri finally caught up with Feng Yexuan, but because he was walking too fast, he couldn't stop and almost hit the prince in the back.
He is not a prince. At lightning speed, the prince can stop his steps at a moment's notice and stop in an instant.
He exerted all his energy and displayed the most powerful Qinggong in his life.
It is impossible to stop instantly.
In order not to hit Feng Yexuan, Jingri could only stare with his big eyes, make a wrong step, pass by Feng Yexuan, and rush forward.
He was about to hit the altar head-on.
Prince Xuan has four killers around him, and he is as steady as a rock on weekdays. In the eyes of outsiders, he is calm and even cold and arrogant.
Now after this collision, from now on, the aloof image will probably be gone.
But he couldn't control his body that rushed forward quickly!
My heart was filled with shock, and there were even a trace of tears in my eyes.
But he didn't expect that at the moment when he was about to hit the altar, a long force behind him, like a rope full of elasticity, pulled him back.
That power is just right.
It won't let him hit the altar, and it won't be so big that he can't stabilize his body at all.
With the help of this inner force, Jingri made a leap, and finally landed dangerously behind Feng Yexuan.
After standing firm, Jingri immediately demanded the punishment.
But without thinking, he looked up and saw the prince's slender back, standing calmly and erect in the wind.
The surroundings were very quiet, and the only uneasy thing was the frightened heart.
He didn't even dare to look up, for fear that he would actually see something he shouldn't see.
But if you don’t look, how can you know what’s going on now?
Why is the prince so calm?
Feng Yexuan was actually not calm, and he couldn't even hide the coldness all over his body.
I'm just suppressing it.
Jingri finally raised his head.
In front of me...
Lan Fan stood under the altar and was counting something. It looked like vessels that would be used in the blessing ceremony later.
Chu Qianli was standing next to him, not knowing what he was talking about.
Although the two people didn't look very good, and it was obvious at a glance that their relationship was not good, at least they could get along calmly and did not cause any conflicts.
Especially Lan Fan, everyone could see that he was full of resentment towards Chu Qianli.
But at this moment, he looked very quiet, even very patient, listening to Chu Qianli's introduction to everything in front of him.
Occasionally, there will be some curiosity and surprise.
There was no stripping, no dancing, no humiliation.
Calm and calm.
Jingri was dumbfounded.
"Wang, your lord..."
"What do you want to say?" The prince's voice was as cold as ice and as sharp as a sword. It sounded like it was squeezed out from the gaps between his teeth.
As soon as Jingri heard this, his legs instantly became weak.
Involuntarily, he knelt on the ground with a thud: "Prince, subordinate, how dare I deceive you? Subordinate... the guard did say that Mr. Lan wanted to..."
"Shut up!" Feng Yexuan's chest was still rising and falling, and the panic just now had not completely dissipated yet.
But Chu Qianli suddenly turned around and smiled at him: "Your Majesty, it seemed that he was very anxious when he left. Were you worried about me just now?"
