Feng Qinghan froze, in the ecstasy was doubtful and incredible, only to feel that the softest part of his heart seemed to be lightly pricked by the tip of a needle, a little pain, a little itch, all the anger, instantly turned into heartache and pity, obviously ice and jade, but he didn't say anything or explain anything, let him die alone, tangled and deadly pain, is this her punishment for him? If so, "Flying snow, your heart is so ruthless!" ”

The body was lightly covered, Feng Qinghan sighed inaudibly in Feixue's ears, and after feeling Feixue's stiff body trembling slightly, he gently passed his arm through the back of Feixue's neck, and held her in his arms like a treasure, although Feixue was his wife who was marrying Mingmei, and it was normal for husband and wife to fall in love, but he also knew that today, his actions hurt her, Feng Qinghan didn't want to do this, but he couldn't control himself, just like this, at this moment, knowing that he had misunderstood her, but he still couldn't stop, eat the marrow and know the taste, the arrow is on the string, how can he stop, how can he be willing to stop like this.

He could only rely on his own instincts, with an irrequent ecstasy, domineering and gentle to imprint his mark on Feixue's body, not an inch, a minute, a centimeter, not letting go.

Feixue couldn't resist, passively feeling the scorching heat of the wind and cold, the bottom of her heart was icy and snowy, desolate and lifeless, and the unbearable tide of the past drowned her like a tide, but, in a different world, she couldn't hate this man, but she didn't know how to love it anymore.

The wind is cold and sweating like rain, dripping to the fullest, Feixue is forced to accept, as if the body instinct of the soul has lost its breath, under the plunder of men, instinctively obeys the most primitive * of the body, and even, again and again, again and again, to death*.

"The wind is cold...... The wind is cold ......" Feixue muttered, and a tear slid down silently with the continuous sound of water at the intersection of each other, falling to the wind Qinghan's arm through the skin and secreting into the bone marrow.

Jingyuan spring breeze*, full of charming, * into the heart, lovesick to the bones, from now on, he, can no longer be two colors.

In the middle of the night, the daytime was festive and lively, and the fire at night was panicked, and they were all shrouded in this boundless black. The new house was destroyed, the pear orchard was a mess, the snow garden was even more lonely, Shangguan Xiyan was lying quietly on Chang, and there was still a red bead flower left in his hair, which was a wedding celebration, but the groom was nowhere to be found, was she wrong?

In such a ruin, the plan will be calculated, whose heart is lining?

Tears flowed down, Shangguan Xiyan cried, at this moment, she was so unwilling, but so powerless......

The wind is cold and remarried, but the time of the candle in the cave room is spent in the Jingyuan night, Biyun was overjoyed, and the heart of the flying snow for a few days and nights fell, and he was politely sick.

"Biyun, that girl is sick?" Feixue's hand is used to holding a dagger and a gun, and now she is clumsy and awkward with that showy needle, and she doesn't know how many times she has been poked on her ten fingers.

This bloody robe, through her hands, it is estimated that even if it is sewn, it will be able to press the bottom of the box at most.

"I contracted some wind and cold, and the slave maid had already asked the doctor in the house to see her, and it was no big deal, and she said that she would be fine after a few days of rest. Alas, Princess, be careful! Qingping stood behind Feixue, staring at Feixue's hand that threaded the needle and thread, but if there was something wrong, she would remind her.

"It's good!" The last stitch fell off the line, Feixue got up, spread out the blood robe and took a closer look, although she was still not satisfied, but she didn't have the heart to do it again, just because she knew that her own craftsmanship was to do it again eight hundred times, and this dress was like this.

"Is she awake?" The natural reference in Feixue's mouth was Shangguan Xiyan, a fire that made her faint for a day*.

"Not yet." Qingping shook her head and raised her eyes, it was already dark outside.

Sakura pulled her lips slightly, and Feixue lowered her eyes to fold the blood robe and put it into a silver box in the room.

"Why didn't you give me soup today?"

Feixue rubbed her eyebrows and sat down, in her opinion, the needlework of sewing and mending was more laborious than killing.

With a beating of heart, Qingping was stunned, forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in her heart, and said, "It's the slave who is careless!" ”

"Really?" The eyebrows and eyes were raised, the tail note was elongated, Feixue stared at Qingping, and her clear eyes were burning with a light that seemed to have penetrated people's hearts, "But I think you are far more bold and careful than Biyunlai." ”

The nerves tightened, and Qingping's expression was wooden and stiff, "Slave, slave, thank you princess, praise!" ”

"Huh!" Feixue smiled faintly, "Qingping, I usually treat you well?" ”

"The princess has always been kind to her slaves and maids." Qingping lowered her head, her tone was very respectful, but the eyes that occasionally glanced at the smoker were not a little sneaky at the right time.

Feixue looked at it in her heart, but she didn't feel sarcastic, "Since you treat you very well, why do you want to turn against each other and help others to calculate me?" ”

Trembling all over, Qingping bent her knees and knelt down violently, "The slave doesn't dare!" ”

"Don't you dare?" Feixue got up slowly, her steps were incomparably high, "Didn't you do it all, why don't you dare." Biyun's body bones have always been good, and this illness is inexplicably timely. ”

"Princess, slave, slave doesn't understand what you mean!"

Feixue snorted coldly, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand it in your mouth, as long as you know it in your heart." ”

Qingping hung her head and was silent, and Feixue said again: "Say, whose orders do you follow." ”

"In the Three Princes' Mansion, slaves and maids only listen to the orders of the prince and the princess."

"What about leaving the Three Kings' Mansion?" With a raised eyebrow, Feixue asked again.

"Princess, the slave maid is a member of the Three Princes' Mansion."

"Hehe, sometimes the mouth is too tight, but it's not a good thing." Leaning over and clasping Qingping's jaw, Feixue chuckled, her expression became colder and colder, "At this point, doesn't anyone sue you?" ”

"The slave maid is only for the prince and the princess, and the slave and maid don't understand what the princess means."

Qingping was very stubborn, and Feixue was not annoyed, she only stared at Qingping's neck and was slightly stunned for a while, and her slender fingers groped slightly, and then suddenly: "I said that why did you suddenly become stable these days, it turned out that someone stole the beam and changed the pillar." ”

Reaching out to Qingping's ear and gently pulling it, the human skin mask was as thin as a cicada's wings, and a delicate and aura unfamiliar face behind the mask was displayed in front of Feixue's eyes.

"Now, do you have anything else to say?"

"You've found out a long time ago?"

"Qingping, this girl is frizzy and timid, you are too good, and you are smarter than Biyun, I will naturally pay more attention."

The woman who pretended to be Qingping laughed at herself, "The third princess really has a good mind. ”

"Where's Qingping?"

"Dead." The woman replied lightly.

Feixue slapped him in the face, "Who did that?" ”

"Me."

The hand holding the woman's jaw tightened, and Feixue said coldly: "What kind of medicine did you put in the soup?" ”

"Huh." The woman smiled lightly, "Does the third princess think I will say it?" ”

"Of course not." Feixue's expression was faint.

"If you know, why bother."

"Hehe, do you think I don't know if you don't say it?" Feixue got up, sat down, supported her forehead with one hand, and looked condescendingly at the woman pretending to be Qingping, with a light wind and clouds, and calm, "Although I am usually a little out of tune, but fortunately, my memory is not bad, Xiao Qiao, Da Qiao is good?" ”

Xiao Qiao's eyes widened in shock, and after a while, he returned to normal, "The slave maid is originally a person from the Three Princes' Mansion, so I never thought that I could hide it from the princess." It's just," the tone paused slightly, and Xiao Qiao smiled disdainfully and sarcastically, "What the slave and maid do, the prince knows very well in his heart. ”

Seeing Feixue's face change slightly, Xiao Qiao said again: "Then the fetal medicine, the prince will be clearer in his heart, the princess is so smart, presumably the reason is that the slave maid doesn't say it, and the princess will definitely be able to figure it out."

"So far, a good mouth!" Feixue sighed slightly, "You shouldn't kill Qingping."

"Qingping can't be ...... She can't listen to her master, but she deserves to die! ”

"Really?" His tone raised slightly, "Then yesterday's fire, I'm afraid it was also arranged by you!" ”

Little Joe didn't say anything, acquiesced.

"Presumably, Shangguan Xiyan also knows it in his heart."

Xiao Qiao sneered, his expression full of uninhibitedness.

Feixue smiled lightly, "I know who it is." ”

Xiao Qiao was startled and glared at Feixue.

"Don't worry, in the Three Kings' Mansion, the Queen Mother can't protect you, let alone Da Qiao, Feng Qinghan is not a person who likes to be nailed, but today, you have indirectly helped me a lot, thank you for leading away the funeral!"

"Qingping's life, you can pay half of it first......"

"The wind is cold, I want to leave, you can't keep me!"

The candle flame in his hand fell on Xiao Qiao's oil-filled corpse, the fire broke out instantly, the night wind entered through the window, and in an instant, the fire occupied every corner of the room......

At night, after the pear orchard, the smoke of the garden was billowing out, a fire, burning more and more in the plan, the Three Princes' Mansion fell into chaos again, Shangguan Xiyan leaned quietly on the couch, his dark eyes looked faintly through the window at the place where the smoke rose, and the corners of Sakura's lips irrepressibly raised a chuckle, "I knew that you would not be able to hold your breath, but I hope that the people waiting for you outside will not disappoint you too much!" ”

The firelight behind her is getting farther and farther away, Feixue looks back, her heart is slightly sour, from now on, the people and things there will never be anything to do with her anymore, the end of the world......

"Princess, it's so late, where are you going?"