She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her white porcelain cheeks in the light of the fire.

Under his eyes, the indistinct expression made him feel an unknown panic, and unknown fear hit every part of his body.

The cold wind whistled in his ears, and with that biting coolness, it seemed as if the next moment, the woman would disappear from her own world.

"Jing'er"

He slowly reached out and tried to grasp the strands of hair that were raised in the wind, but in an instant, the strands of hair slid through his fingertips, and he couldn't grasp them.

At this time, the woman's eyes were only the man who blocked the arrow for her, looking at the gentle eyes in her arms with a little pain, she muttered: "Yin, you will be fine, you will be fine" as if to say to the person in her arms, but also to herself.

"Your Majesty," the man who spoke was the chief of the guards, and he buried his head tremblingly, not daring to raise his head for a moment.

He didn't know if he should be happy or worry about the head around his neck.

The arrow had almost wounded the queen, but he was glad that the assassin had given up his life to protect him.

But now in this situation, he should sweat for himself

A trembling sound fell on the side of his ear, pulling back Feng Yihan's thoughts, and he lowered his eyes to take a look, but saw that all the guards and maids around him had already knelt on the ground, and no one dared to raise his head.

The brilliance in the phoenix's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the gloom that had been lost so far suddenly disappeared, leaving a clear glow and coldness.

"Come, bring the queen back to the bedchamber" He couldn't let them stay any longer, not for a moment.

The cold sound fell, and with the gust of wind that was enough to chill the heart, it fell on Nangong Luojing's ears, and under the light and shadow, the man's long figure was cast on her body, blocking the light behind her, and the sight of Qingming was suddenly dim.

She looked up in a daze, and her mind was blank in her heart.

Looking up at the man who stood proudly in front of him, he stood in front of him like a god, and looked down on himself at such a height.

The handsome face that she couldn't see, but she could really feel the cold light in the phoenix eyes, accompanied by the cold wind blowing straight into her sleeves, but at this moment, she could still take care of so much.

What about Feng Yin, what should he do She lowered her eyes, staring at the arrow that shot straight at the man's shoulder, her life was at stake, she couldn't let go of him, let go of this man who blocked the arrow for her.

In the firelight, the struggle in her eyes was reduced a little, and there was more stubbornness and firmness that she had never had, and she hugged the person in her arms tightly: "No, I won't go back, I want to take care of him"

"Jing'er" cold voice fell again, with a thick anger, this call, not the doting when he called her before, not the deep affection he was full of love before, replaced by a cold and lukewarm anger.

Listening to this cold call, her lowered eyes were raised again, and what came into her eyes was still the cold and hard lines like a knife, and the long reflection trapped her firmly, not allowing a trace of light to shine through, he was so high that she felt that the man in front of her was so strange

"I don't want me to take care of him, he's the one who saved me" The slight voice, with invisible sadness and desolation, her eyes were slightly hot, she vented all her dissatisfaction, he was the one who saved her, and he was also the person she felt deeply guilty in her heart

Feng Yihan stared at those incomparably firm eyes, and the unknown feeling in his heart spread, extending to the heart and lungs, it was an uncontrollable pain.

He knew better than anyone what this man's purpose was, so he must not be soft-hearted, and what the consequences of must not be soft-hearted, he did not dare to think about it, and he did not want to think about it

After a moment of silence, he slowly squatted down, met her unwavering eyes, sighed in his heart, and then reached out to caress the silver smooth hair lovingly, but his eyes were as cold as the deep pool that did not see the light of day, as if his whole body would lose his temperature as long as he glanced at it, but at this moment, Nangong Luojing's whole body was already cold and numb, and he couldn't care about the emotions that he was enduring under the cold.

"Cold" she whispered his name, and the light in her eyes gradually condensed into a little crystal: "I" Before the words in his mouth could be spoken, he was coldly interrupted: "What are you still doing in a daze to not escort this assassin away"

At the sound of the order, several guards immediately got up and stepped forward.

"No, he's not an assassin," she shook her head vigorously, defending Feng Yin, her silver hair swaying from side to side as she shook her head, she innocently thought that he had never seen Feng Yin to mistake him for an assassin: "he was my guard" in the defense of the country.

The words fell, and the guards who approached looked at each other with a little hesitation, this is what the queen said, how dare they disobey Feng Jia After a few people made eye contact, they finally stopped moving forward, waiting for their high king next step.

She stared at the man in front of her expectantly, she thought that if she explained Fengyin's identity, he wouldn't embarrass him anymore, would he?

Staring at the eyes full of anticipation, only in an instant, the clear spirit at the bottom of the eyes jumped in his eyes, he was a little unbearable, a little distressed, but it was just the feeling in his heart, he would never, and he couldn't show it in his complexion.

"Why, you haven't heard this king's order, have you" The cold voice rippled in the air, like the crumpled ice crystals that hit Nangong Luojing's face fiercely, and her body was so cold that she couldn't speak.

Who is he, cold no, he is not.

It's not cold, it's never, if he is, why is it so strange

The nails were deeply embedded in the palms of her hands, and the scarlet was reflected in the slightly reddened pink fist, and even a few places were embedded in the flesh, but she didn't feel any pain at all, because her heart had already replaced the pain on the ** at this moment.

The guards who received the order did not dare to slack off for a moment, quickened their pace, walked to the woman who was paralyzed on the ground, and after bowing their hands, they set up several people in unison and forcibly held the unconscious person up.

Tears burst and emotions spiraled out of control.

She reached out and tried to stop them from taking him away, but in vain.

At some point, those gentle hands fell on her shoulders, and encircled her firmly, encircled her in the bosom that was so soft that it made her feel at ease.

"Yinyin" She couldn't cry for a long time, but she was powerless to stop them from taking Fengyin away.