Leng Qinglang trembled in his voice: "Lord, Lord Wang, save me, save our children!" ”

As soon as Murong Qi lowered his head, he saw the blood winding under Leng Qinglang's body, his eyes tightened, and his eyes instantly became sharp and sharp, like two knives that would stab into someone else's heart at any time.

The breathing was gradually short, steaming heat came out of his head, beads of sweat the size of beans slowly condensed, and the blood on his face faded little by little, turning into anger.

Leng Qinglang paused word by word, and his voice became deeper and lower, like the dark clouds of the low pressure realm before the rainstorm came, which made people feel a dull and breathless feeling.

"Leng Qinghuan is a good man, and he doesn't take you in his eyes at all, he is a femme fatale. She killed your own flesh and blood, and the wild seed in her belly should not have been born in the first place, otherwise, the prince will become the laughing stock of the whole world. What else do you have to hesitate about? ”

The fists in Murong Qi's sleeves were clenched tightly, and a touch of blood gradually appeared on his eyes, turning scarlet. Without saying a word, he turned away.

Leng Qinglang smiled proudly, and glanced at the trembling imperial doctor on the side: "Those who know the times are Junjie, you just do it." Your handle, this is canceled out. ”

Chaotianque.

Murong Qi blocked Leng Qinghuan, who intended to escape from the Qi Palace, and entered the palace to sue the emperor, under the wall.

He glared at Leng Qinghuan coldly, and walked up to her step by step, with a majestic anger all over his body.

"You want to escape? Do you think you can escape? Leng Qinghuan, you hurt the flesh and blood of this king, Qinglang is about to have a miscarriage, and now you are proud? This king has never seen a woman as vicious as you. ”

Leng Qinghuan raised her eyes, looked at him bravely, carefully traced Murong Qi's eyebrows and eyes with a calm gaze, she was used to seeing his warmth and affection, and now her violence and evil made her feel a little strange.

"I said a long time ago, Leng Qinglang can't keep the child in her belly, it's her own sin, what does it have to do with me?"

She blinked, trying to force back the tears in her eyes.

"Murong Qi, why did you become the way you are now? Did Leng Qinglang do something to you? I still don't believe that even if you hate me, your previous feelings for me are fake, but you can't distinguish between right and wrong, right? ”

Murong Qi lifted his lips coldly. "You dare to say that you didn't hit it?!"

"If you think I'm really that vicious, then let me go."

She slowly untied the key on her waist, handed it to Murong Qi, and said word by word: "Don't you just want to get this key back?" A key can't open your lock, what's the use of keeping it? Give it back to you! From today on, you and I will never see each other! ”

Just when I fed the dog my true feelings for the past few months.

As soon as Murong Qi's eyes tightened, anger suddenly surged, and his cheeks tightened. In his mind, the voice full of charm echoed over and over again: "Leng Qinghuan is a femme fatale." ”

The voice is getting louder and denser, and the irritability in the body is heavier, and there is even some bloodthirsty impulse.

"Want to go? Yes, leave your wild seed behind. The imperial doctor said that only his afterbirth could save the child in Qinglang's belly. ”

In a word, Leng Qinghuan looked at him in shock like a thunderbolt from the sky, in disbelief, and only after a while did he speak out: "Are you in... Say what? ”

Murong Qi pressed forward step by step, her eyes were red and murderous, and as soon as she grabbed her slender wrist, it almost broke. The words are as cold as an ice skate hanging under the eaves of the Nine Cold Days, and with a sharp point, which can pierce people's hearts.

"This king doesn't want to do it, you forced me."

Leng Qinghuan's suffocating powerlessness floated all over her body, which made her feel despair in an instant, the kind that had lost the most beloved thing in her life, and she was so discouraged.

This moment of despair made her not want to fight back, and even gave up self-preservation, just firmly protecting her stomach with her other hand. I felt chills all over my body, and I was shivering with cold.

"Let go of me, Murong Qi, my stomach is ...... It's your flesh and blood! ”

"What you have in your belly is nothing more than a wild seed, a wild seed of unknown origin. What you killed is the flesh and blood of the prince! ”

Murong Qi's tightly pursed thin lips looked more and more affectionate at this time, and his arms were trembling.

Leng Qinghuan was completely cold, cold to the bone marrow, and his heart hurt like a needle prick. She pursed her lips and shook her head in a panic: "Murong Qi, it doesn't matter how you misunderstand me and hate me, but please, spare our children." ”

She grew so big, it was the first time she was like this, she lowered her posture and humbly begged for someone.

She already felt frightened, because, from Murong Qi's eyes, she couldn't see a single bit of temperature, and instead of it, there was only cruelty and ruthlessness.

It seems that at any time, Murong Qi will throw her out. And he, clamping his hand tightly, made her wrist feel like it was about to break, and she couldn't take out the medicine in the ring to protect herself.

Therefore, she had to abandon all her pride and self-esteem, begging for mercy at Murong Qi, and begging for his conscience to find out.

"Murong Qi, have you forgotten? Nanshan Nunnery, wisteria trellises after the rain, one-night stands, have you forgotten? ”

Murong Qi's body shook, and his eyes became confused: "Nanshan Nunnery, wisteria trellises?" ””

The hot tears in Leng Qinghuan's eyes seemed to melt the ice in Murong Qi's eyes, and little by little, they slowly melted, and the light in his eyes became warmer.

His breathing was heavy again, and it became difficult. Ying Ting's sword eyebrows frowned tightly, forming a pimple in the center of his eyebrows, and his thin lips moved, as if he was struggling, desperately trying to get rid of the shackles that imprisoned him. The pain was unbearable, as if you were suffering from a blazing fire.

Leng Qinghuan's tears were hazy, and he couldn't see the struggle on Murong Qi's face clearly, so he could only let the tears flow down his face and roll down the front of his clothes, crying silently: "Murong Qi, I really have your own flesh and blood in my belly." You promised me, if one day, I beg you like this, you will feel distressed and will let me go, Murong Qi, have you forgotten? ”

Murong Qi's hand slowly relaxed, and the anger in his eyes subsided little by little. Then a piece was withdrawn, and it was the energy on the body.

"What am I doing?"

With a sound of "bang", he saw that his young lady was angry, and he couldn't help it, so he took the lead and picked up a laundry mallet next to the door, and struck a mallet firmly at the back of Murong Qi's neck.

Murong Qi was unconscious, he was beaten upright, his body shook, and he let go of the hand that was holding Qing Huan's wrist.

Leng Qinghuan no longer had any strength in his body, and fell to the ground softly.