Under her feet is a hundred-zhang tall building, Huang Yu has nowhere to avoid, she can only take the move head-on, she touched her waist with one hand, and with a flick of her fingertips, a cold soft sword jumped out of her waist. The body of the sword was as red as blood, with a layer of clear light.

"Bump!"

The two swords intersected, making a crisp sound, and the flames flew everywhere. Feng Qiao was forced to take a step back. He knew that Huang Yu must have a protective weapon on his body, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful. It seems that he really underestimated this princess.

Huang Yu's wrist turned, the soft sword swung flexibly like a snake, the bright red sword flower mixed with the rain was dazzling, and the long sword was weaker than the soft sword in terms of flexibility, and it was soon at a disadvantage.

Suddenly, the soft sword was injected with internal force, stabbing straight at Feng Qiao, the sword entered his throat for a minute, and red blood dripped down the blade.

"You lost," Huang Yu said. I don't know if it's rain or beads of sweat on my pale face. The fight was too amplitude, causing a dull pain in the lower abdomen.

"Do you want to know why Zuo Xiang is seriously ill?" Feng Qiao smiled, "Come here, I'll whisper to you"

Huang Yu will be skeptical, but when it comes to her father, she has to figure it out. At this moment, Feng Qiao turned around and dodged the attack range of Huang Yu, despite the bleeding from his neck.

"You cheat!"

"Hehehe, as the saying goes, soldiers don't get tired of cheating" Feng Qiao chuckled. Quickly running the internal force of the whole body, gathering in the palm of his hand, without waiting for the phoenix feather to react, he quickly rushed towards her like a ghost, and waved a palm containing ten layers of power.

Huang Yu's first thought was to protect his lower abdomen and greet this thunderous palm with his other hand. Without any suspense, Huang Yu was pushed straight into the air by the palm wind, and she ...... Unexpectedly, with his arms open, he did not prepare to land, and let him fall. Her green silk is flying, her blood-stained clothes are like a blooming Manzhu Shahua, her pair of sheared blue eyes are thick with a layer of mist, like blue waves and clear smoke, revealing a trace of sadness, and the lips with a hint of bitter smile are written with a touch of melancholy. She fell like that, her eyes looking straight at Feng Qiao, as if she wanted to see through his heart.

Feng Qiao reacted and shouted: "Phoenix Feather! ”

At this moment, a white figure quickly jumped into the air, steadily caught the falling woman, held her in the air, and landed lightly.

This white cloth is none other than Yue Wenyu, who has been lost for half a month. Wen Yu gently placed the phoenix feather under the tree, and looked at her affectionately with a pair of amber eyes.

Feng Qiao then floated down and walked in front of Huang Yu, wanting to see her injuries, but was slashed by Wen Yu's palm on his arm.

"Is that what you did to her?" Wen Yu, who had always been gentle and gentle, became angry, and her amber eyes were firmly fixed on Feng Qiao.

"This is my family matter, you can't take care of it" Feng Qiao squinted at Wen Yu and said disdainfully. "She's my wife, who are you to question me like that!" A cold voice came, and as soon as Wen Yu turned around, a silver sword came straight with a cold and murderous aura, passing through his shoulder blades, and Ben didn't give him any chance to dodge!

"Hmm!"

Huang Yu got up and grabbed the snow-white sword, and said sharply: "Feng Qiao, you are crazy!" Stop! Wen Yu is here for the child in my womb, what are you nervous about here?! ”

Feng Qiao was stunned, "What did you say?" His voice came, a little trance and ethereal.

Huang Yu put his palm on his lower abdomen and said, "Here, there is our child. ”

Feng Qiao was like five thunderbolts, and the whole person fell into a state of despair, he stared at Huang Yu, as if he found a trace of playful information in her eyes, however, the other party looked at his own eyes, full of expectation, full of happiness.

He looked at Wen Yu again, who nodded reluctantly.

Feng Qiao's body became colder and colder, only to feel that all the blood around his body was congealed and frozen at this moment, and his lungs were frozen together in pain. "Our children?" His voice trembled, too low to be heard.

"Yes, you want to poison it, our child" Huang Yu looked at him and said word by word, word by word.

But seeing Feng Qi's body tremble, he almost didn't hold the sword, "Huang Yu, there are some things I can't say now"

The corners of Huang Yu's lips hooked slightly, and he said coldly: "I don't want to listen to your explanation, so I'll just ask, why didn't you come to tell me until my father was seriously ill?" ”

"The people from the Prime Minister's Mansion just came to inform" Feng Qiao didn't dare to look at Huang Yu's eyes, and replied in a low voice.

"Oh, okay, can I go see my father now?"

Feng Qiao nodded.

Wen Yu was bandaging the wound on Feng Qiao's neck. The two men looked at each other, hostile to each other, and the room was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"Feng Qiao, you'd better be nice to Huang Yu, Yue Guo is short of a crown princess, I don't mind letting Huang Yu be my wife" Wen Yu said sharply as Feng Qi passed by.

"Heh, wishful thinking" Feng Qiao flicked his sleeves and slammed his shoulders into Wen Yu.

Wen Yu's left shoulder was not lightly injured because he went to pick Linjiao grass, and he was knocked back a few steps by Feng Qiao.

"You!"

"What? With just your little effort, can you protect Huang Yu's life? Tsk tsk," Feng Qiao shook his head mockingly.

The two were on edge.

Huang Yu returned to Wutong Residence and hurriedly changed his clothes, leaning on the door frame and waiting for Feng Qiao.

Her long hair was moist and scattered on her shoulders, reflecting her snow-like face, falling a little depressed and poignant. The wind blew through the corridor, and the lanterns on the eaves moved with the wind, illuminating her shadow very faintly, like ethereal green smoke, and if you flicked your sleeves, she would be blown away.

Only a few people knew that Zuo Xiang was seriously ill, in order to prevent others from being suspicious, Feng Qiao ordered the carriage to stop at the side door of Zuo Xiangfu, and the housekeeper of Xiangfu received the news and waited at the side door early. Seeing the arrival of the royal carriage, the housekeeper hurried to meet him.

Feng Qiao dismounted, waved his hand to let the housekeeper retreat, and waited in front of the carriage in person, seeing Huang Yu bending down and lifting his skirt out, he protected her waist with one hand, and stretched out his other hand to her, waiting for the woman in front of him to give him his hand.

Huang Yu glanced at him, held back the reluctance in his heart, held the handkerchief in his right hand, and lightly pressed it on the man's powerful palm. She couldn't show her unhappiness in front of her parents, that would only make them worry.

Holding her Rouyi, Feng Qiao was like holding a treasure, and carefully helped her down. The housekeeper watched from the side and nodded slightly, the prince and the princess were still so affectionate. Master, you can rest assured.

"Uncle Ye, how is my father?" As soon as Huang Yu got out of the carriage, he let go of Feng Qiao's hand and hurriedly walked to the butler to ask.

"Princess, it's not suitable to speak here, please come with me" The housekeeper turned sideways and asked Feng Huang and the two to go first, and led them on the side.

Seeing the familiar courtyard again, but there was no laughter and laughter from before, Huang Yu sighed deeply, looked up with his eyes, and held back tears to prevent it from flowing. The maidservants came and went, bowed down, and behaved in an orderly manner, Huang Yu did not see the sadness on their faces, and lowered his heart slightly, and secretly prayed in his heart: the serious illness may be just a rumor, and such a good person as his father will definitely live a long life.

Before he arrived at the main hall, he heard a suppressed cry from that direction, and Huang Yu stroked his lower abdomen with his hand, and quickly stepped up, eager to fly over. The closer they got to the main hall, the more guards there were, their faces firm and serious, completely different from the relaxed scene they had just seen. The guards surrounded the hall layer by layer, and the phoenix feather who watched became more and more flustered.

The maidservants in front of the hall saw Feng Qiao and Huang Yu, and they bent down in unison, and a small group ran into the main hall to report.

After a while, Mrs. Ye and everyone came out to greet her, after a long time of sleepless sleep and frequent tears, Mrs. Ye's eyes were red and swollen. Huang Yu saw it in his eyes and hurt in his heart.

Mrs. Ye leaned over slightly, "Lord and Princess Wan'an"

"Aren't you tormenting your daughter? What do we need to do with these false courtesies between our mother and daughter" Huang Yu hurriedly helped Mrs. Ye up, and held her thin hand distressedly. "Mother, how is my father's illness? My daughter is not filial, so I came over at this time."

When Mrs. Ye saw her daughter, she seemed to see the backbone of the heart, and her tears couldn't help but flow. Mrs. Ye is the youngest daughter of Yao'an Hou, she has been pampered since she was a child, and after marrying Zuo Xiang, she was held in the palm of her hand by her husband to protect her, where has she experienced such a big thing, Zuo Xiang is seriously ill, Ye Lingya is on the border again, Mrs. suddenly has no backbone, and she is afraid all day long.

Mrs. Ye rebuked the slaves, took Huang Yu's hand and choked and said, "Your father's old heart disease has recurred, and he has been lying in bed for a month, and he has not improved at all. The imperial doctor said, saying that if there is no improvement after seven days, you can prepare for the future, God, you open your eyes and see, Xiangye is such a good person, why should he suffer this kind of sin" Mrs. Ye cried and couldn't breathe, her body was a little weak, and Huang Yu hurriedly helped her sit on the chair. Feng Qiao was guarding Huang Yu's belly tightly, his eyes were lowered, and his long and curly eyelashes covered his eyes, so that people could not see his emotions.

Huang Yu stroked his mother's back, poured a glass of warm water and put it in her cold palm, "Mother should take care of her body, Qiuchen is still waiting for you to see him." Yu'er is here, Yu'er has been with her mother, this difficulty, we will spend it together as a family" When Mrs. Ye's mood gradually stabilized, Huang Yu continued to ask softly, "Father's old heart disease has been twenty years ago, and he has been fine for so many years, how can I say that it will recur when it recurs?" ”

Mrs. Ye choked, covered her mouth with a handkerchief, looked down at Huang Yu, and swept Feng Qiao with her eyes. Huang Yu received a hint from his mother and coughed lightly, "Husband, I'm here to comfort my mother, you go and help me see how my father is doing, I'll go over later."

Feng Qiao's eyes were lowered, he looked at Huang Yu gently, his eyes showed a look of concern for his wife as if he was about to drown, and nodded: "Okay, I'll go over first, you pay attention to your body, don't be too sad, it's not good to hurt the child again."

"Good"

Huang Yu watched Feng Qiao walk into the inner hall. His eyes were sharp, and in the blink of an eye, he withdrew that anger. He changed so quickly that she couldn't see which one was the real him.