However, seeing that several figures flashed quickly and came straight towards him with murderous aura, Su Ruosheng just sneered, but did not dodge at all.

He's waiting.

Wait for the man to speak.

"Stop."

Feng Jing's cold voice resounded throughout the huge palace, and a few wisps of cold wind also came into Hua Tiantian's ears.

The corners of Su Ruosheng's mouth hooked slightly, provoking a cold arc.

In contrast to the night behind it, it is a little weird.

"Let them go."

Feng Jing's expression was cold, and the cold air emanating from his body made the people around him dare not move.

The figures that were originally rushing towards Su Ruosheng quickly withdrew their hands in an instant.

Hua Junru saw that the people around him no longer moved, gritted his teeth, and glared at Feng Jing hatefully, "Okay, Feng Jing, if you don't stop it, this princess will stop it herself." ”

Hua Junru turned around and clenched the silver needle in his sleeve.

She would never allow Tim Tim to be captured by a traitor.

Danger or turmoil.

At least, the people around Tian Tian are by no means the ones who tried their best to forcibly take her away.

However, as soon as she made a move, the silver needle was stopped by a figure and shot straight into the slender figure that was blocking her at the moment.

Hua Junru was slightly shocked, and his hand paused slightly in mid-air, "Feng, Fengjing, you—"

Feng Jing didn't care about the silver needles in his body at all, nor did he care about the blood stains spilling from the corners of his mouth, he only glanced coldly at Su Ruosheng, who was smiling, turned sideways, and turned around and walked out of the dormitory.

Hua Tiantian watched the slender figure drift away, and the strength in his body was about to be drained away.

She bit her lip to stimulate her consciousness.

With a dry voice, he called out to the somewhat cold figure.

"Feng, Fengjing."

Feng Jing's steps paused slightly, and he stopped as a wish.

"Do you just think so, leave, leave my side?"

She begged him to save her, but why could he turn a blind eye so indifferently.

What the hell did she have to say, he would understand, what she was afraid of was not the battle for the throne at all, but that he was not by her side.

Why could he be so indifferent?

The slender figure blends into the bleak night, like Manzhu Sawa as bewitching but inexplicably giving birth to a little sadness.

"Let's go."

Just three words.

The moment he turned around, a mouthful of blood spilled out of Feng Jing's mouth, unlike the bright red blood just now, the blood at this time was dark.

Mu Han on the side saw it and wanted to step forward to say something, but was stopped by Feng Jing with a closed look.

Mo Bai gritted his teeth, and what he wanted to say had to be held back.

Su Ruosheng laughed out loud, hugged Hua Tiantian and walked out of the dormitory around everyone.

"Tim Tim." Hua Junru wrinkled her brows and cried out in worry.

Hua Tiantian, who was in Su Ruosheng's arms, seemed to be numb at the moment, and he couldn't hear any sound anymore, and his eyes were dull.

When he passed by Feng Jing's side, he raised his eyes slightly, and the slender figure was as cold as usual.

The corners of Hua Tiantian's mouth suddenly showed a wry smile.

"Feng Jing, I hate you."

word by word, she finally used up all her strength.

All her remaining hopes were dissipated by the words "Let's go".

Now, even the only thing she cherishes, Feng Jing's affection for her monarchy and ministers, is gone.

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister, he—" Mu Han said hurriedly.

Feng Jing slapped him away with a palm, his expression fierce.

Mu Han gritted his teeth, covered his chest, and spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

But he didn't dare to say another word in that harsh gaze.

"Really?" Feng Jing's expression was hidden in the night, as if there was no joy or sorrow.

The two words seemed to be whispered, and as soon as they were spoken, they dissipated into the night without a trace.

After all, Hua Tiantian can't suppress his loose consciousness.

She didn't need to be depressed.

Since Feng Jing wants her to go so much, then it's good for her to go.

So tired, so tired, so cold.