Feng Ling fell heavily on the purple fragrant orchid bush, opened her mouth, and a mouthful of turbid blood came out.
His breath was disordered and he couldn't say a word, but he still stared at Feng Yexuan.
Feng Yexuan's eyes were cold. He didn't want to look at her for a second, and he took a step to chase Chu Qianli.
Feng Ling squeezed her palms tightly and tried her best to say in a hoarse voice: "Forcing...to keep her...by your side is definitely not...a good thing...for her, well..."
In one sentence, he vomited several mouthfuls of blood.
This voice, low and stubborn, was somewhat similar to Chu Qianli's voice.
In fact, Feng Yexuan knew it wasn't the case, but it was this similarity that made him stop and look back.
Feng Ling fell down among the purple fragrant orchids, her thin body trembling slightly in the wind.
But she had an indifferent look on her face, unwilling to give in even if she was hurt.
This feeling...
Feng Yexuan suddenly turned his fingers into claws, retracted his long arms, and pulled her over from the air.
The five fingers tightened slightly, and Feng Ling immediately felt that her neck was imprisoned by a diamond, and she had no chance to breathe.
"Do you think that if you imitate her in everything, I will be interested in you?"
"Why...should I imitate her?" Feng Ling's voice was extremely hoarse. At this time, the only breath she exhaled, and the air in her chest was getting thinner and thinner.
But it was this look in his eyes, the indifference and calmness deep in his eyes, that inexplicably tugged at his heart.
Through this look, he really saw his dead woman.
It's like his dead woman still lives deep inside Feng Ling's body.
Feng Yexuan's thick sword eyebrows were tangled and his eyes narrowed.
The five fingers holding Feng Ling's neck became increasingly tight.
Feng Ling felt that she was really going to die.
But she gave up the struggle.
Just looked at him lightly.
That is, as indifferent as Chu Qianli.
There was even a helpless smile on the corner of the dying lips.
It was that smile of despair but unwilling to admit defeat.
The smile of a dead woman...
In the wind, a figure passed by.
He's gone.
Feng Ling is like a kite with broken strings, being thrown among the purple fragrant orchids.
He abandoned her.
But at this time, besides gasping for air, there was actually a smile of surprise in her eyes.
She succeeded!
I bet with my life, and this time, I finally succeeded.
The fragrance of purple fragrant orchid suppressed the smell of the medicine Feng Xi gave her. The smell of the medicine was almost inaudible. Once suppressed by the fragrance of purple fragrant orchid, it became even more impossible to detect it.
The illusion combined with Feng Xi's ecstasy fragrance made his willpower even weaker when he looked at her.
The way he looked at her just now was clearly shaken.
He began to feel that she and Chu Qianli were becoming more and more similar.
With great difficulty, Feng Ling regained her breath and sat up among the flowers.
If you survive the catastrophe, you will be blessed later.
The step of replacing Chu Qianli in Prince Xuan's heart is not far away.
... As soon as Chu Qianli left the dense forest at the back of Prince Xuan's Mansion, Feng Yexuan caught up with her with his hind legs.
It's not that her Qing Gong is not good, it's that this bitch's Qing Gong is too powerful.
But neither of them expected that someone would be here first, waiting for them.
"Li'er."
Behind Feng Qihe was a carriage.
This time, he came alone.
His cold eyes glanced at Feng Yexuan. He looked at Chu Qianli and walked slowly to her.
"As long as you believe, this king and my queen will definitely be your most solid backing!"
