"Sins are unforgivable!"

Ling Tianqi said angrily, his hands clenched into fists.

In the past seventeen years, Beitang Liyin would run to Lingfu every once in a while. Therefore, since he was a child, he knew that Beitang Liyin was jealous and vicious, and had a bad temperament.

But he never imagined that she would do such a ridiculous thing.

Fortunately, Beitang Liyin was not from his aunt Ling Susu.

Otherwise, the reputation of the three generations of the Ling Mansion is afraid that it will be destroyed by Beitang Liyin.

"Brother, what are you looking at?"

Ling Shuangshuang came back to her senses, and she saw that Ling Tianqi was in a daze in front of a dirty and bloodstained album, and asked curiously.

"Nothing."

Ling Tian hid the album behind him in unison, and was thinking about burning it to ashes, but he never expected that the album would be taken away by Gu Feiyan.

Gu Feiyan looked at the picture in the album of himself being wantonly abused by bandits and bandits, and couldn't cry.

Only then did Ling Tianqi realize that he had just stared at the page that he had been staring at for a long time, and the person in the painting was actually Gu Feiyan.

What Hokudo Rinin did was indeed lacking in morality.

But there is no doubt that her painting skills are superb. With just a few strokes, Gu Feiyan's demeanor was vividly depicted.

Gu Feiyan didn't expect that the moment she was most reluctant to recall in her life was depicted by Beitang Liyin.

She crouched on the ground, clutching the album in her hands, sobbing and dripping.

Seeing this, Ling Tianqi's heart was slightly moved.

He straightforwardly snatched the picture album from Gu Feiyan's hand and threw it into the furnace, "It's all over." ”

Gu Feiyan was like an injured kitten, holding her knees with her hands, and her mood was extremely low, "Blame me, it's too naïve!" was deceived so badly by the rhetoric of the jade-faced Langjun. ”

"How can I blame you for this? Don't be cranky, I'll send you home. ”

Ling Tianqi diligently supported Gu Feiyan, who was crying breathlessly, completely forgetting Ling Shuangshuang, who was full of tears.

Ling Shuangshuang saw that his brother had completely ignored him, and he felt even more aggrieved, "Ling Tianqi, your own sister also needs your warm embrace." ”

"Well, go back to the house to find your father."

Ling Tianqi touched Ling Shuangshuang's head and said perfunctorily.

"You're too favoritistic."

Ling Shuangshuang was not convinced, and was about to refute, but Ling Tianqi only cared about helping Gu Scarlet Smoke get on the horse, and ignored Ling Shuangshuang, who was chasing after the horse and whimpering.

Gu Feiyan glanced back at Ling Shuangshuang, who was crying and trotting to keep up, and said softly: "Ling Gongzi, you really don't plan to coax your sister?" ”

"This stupid girl, she has been in trouble twice in three days, and she should also be taught a lesson." Ling Tianqi said calmly.

Hearing this, Gu Feiyan quietly blushed.

If she was stupid, she seemed to be even more stupid than Ling Shuangshuang. thought that he was in love and did not live long, but in the end, he lost his wife and broke his army, and stupidly delayed others to arrest the real murderer.

In fact, Ling Tianqi also felt that Gu Feiyan was stupid.

But for some reason, he just couldn't take his eyes off her.

Before, when Gu Feiyan moved to the capital with her full of talent, he didn't feel anything for her.

Now, because of her pitiful appearance, he is ape-hearted.

Baili Heze, who had been hiding in the shadows, looked coldly at the farce in the Golden Wind and Jade Dew Xuan, and his face was full of gloom.

He knew very well that Qingluan's distress had become uneasy in Feng Wuwu's heart.

In order to relieve Feng Wuwu's anger, he spent a lot of money to buy the bandits and bandits inside and outside Beili Kyoto, and hid a blood letter to express his sincerity in the album made by Beitang Liyin himself, in order to surprise Feng Wuwu and inadvertently win Feng Wuwu's heart.

Baili Heze once confidently believed that with Feng's carefree and meticulous temperament, he would definitely find that love letter with bloody words.

Unexpectedly, Feng Wuwu has not yet seen his true works. The blood letter was actually thrown into the charcoal furnace by Ling Tianqi and burned to ashes by a fire.

—

Beili Palace, Rusu Palace

When Feng Wuwu rushed back, Jun Mo Ran had fallen into a coma.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his sword eyebrows were furrowed.

"Regent, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Wuwu sat on his right hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his water sleeve.

Si Ming, who was standing beside Jun Moran, said vaguely, "The princess doesn't need to worry, the king is just a little sleepy." ”

Feng Wuwu knew that what Si Ming said was purely perfunctory to her.

However, she did not have the leisure to delve into these small things.

She let Jun Moran lean on her, and carefully supported him, wanting to take him back to the Yilan Hall to recuperate.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she got up, Ao Che broke into the Rusu Hall with a red and swollen Jimo Zhiqi with her cheeks.

"Feng Wuwu, you are deceiving people too much!"

Ao Che's face was pale, and his eagle-like sharp eyes stared directly at Feng Wuwu.

The Jimo Kite who was nestled by his side fixed his gaze on the unconscious Jun Mo Ran.

Her red lips pursed, and a hint of concern flashed between her eyebrows.

Obviously, he was worried about Jun Mo's body.

Feng Wuwu indifferently glanced at Ao Che, who was angry and angry, and his voice was cold, "Get out." ”

"Feng Wuwu, if you are dissatisfied with Ao, you can come to Ao. Why did you hurt the innocent and kind kite? ”

"Ao Che, thinking about the love between you and I who have fought together for many years, I don't care about you. Speed roll. ”

"Whoever dares to hurt the kite will have to pay the price."

Ao Che didn't give an inch, and pulled out the sword at his waist with a "whoosh", pointing at Feng Wuwu's nose.

Seeing this, Si Ming and Tie Shou drew their swords one after another, and stood on Feng Wuwu's side, "Dare to take a step forward again, and there will be no mercy." ”

"You think I'm going to be afraid of you?"

Ao Che laughed angrily, he raised the long sword in his hand, and condensed the internal force of his body on the blade, making the three-foot long sword sound in the air, like a giant python that had been sealed for a long time and was desperate to kill.

Jimo stopped his kite and looked at Ao Che, who was full of anger, and persuaded Ao Che in a low voice, "Stop." Feng Wuwu has the regent to support her, and the king of Beili to protect her indiscriminately, how can we be her opponents? ”

"Don't be afraid. Even if I die, I will seek justice for you. ”

Ao Che's words fell, and he was about to be protected behind him, he waved his ink long sleeves violently, and slashed several murderous palms towards Feng Wuwu's life.

Feng Wuwu looked directly at Ao Che's red eyes, formed a knot mark with his bare hands, and coldly walked towards the menacing palm wind cover.

Boom –

There was a loud bang like thunder on the ground, and the entire Beili Palace trembled.

Feng Wuwu looked at Ao Che, whose temperament had changed drastically, and his thin red mouth moved slightly, "Ao Che, are you pretending to be stupid, or are you really stupid?" ”

Ao Che originally thought that without Jun Moran's protection, Feng Wuwu would be too vulnerable.

Unexpectedly, Feng Wuwu was not easy to deal with.

She hadn't used all her strength yet, but he had already sensed the fluctuations in the internal force in her body.

Jimo Zhikite saw Ao Che's sharp palm wind slashed one after another, which was easily resolved by Feng Wuwu, and he hated it so much.

However, she still has a gentle and obedient look on her face.

"Che, you don't have to go against the entire Beili Dynasty for me. It's just a slap in the face, out of the way. ”

Jimo Zhikite dragged Ao Che's arm, and the red and swollen face still saw obvious five finger prints.

Ao Che lowered his eyes and glanced at Jimo Zhiyu, who was very sensible and knowledgeable, and kissed her cheek lightly, feeling distressed.

"Kite, I didn't protect you well."

"I don't blame you, Che."

Jimo Zhikite shook his head, and a crystal teardrop happened to fall on the back of Ao Che's hand.

Feng Wuwu looked at the two people who were used to playing on the spot, and spit out, "What is Che?" The flesh is a mess. It's not that the master said, you might as well call him 'Che'er', so that maybe you can stage a drama of mother-son love. ”

"Poof—"

Iron Hand sneered.

He said that every time he saw Jimo Zhikite and Ao Che, he always felt very discordant.

As soon as Feng Wuwu said this, he found out what the problem was.

Although the age of Jimo Zhikite is not very old, it is only nineteen.

But because of his slightly old appearance, standing next to Ao Che, who is not very tall, will always exude the brilliance of motherhood from time to time.

At first glance, it looks like a pair of affectionate mother and son.

Jimo Zhiyu's face was slightly annoyed, she had known that Feng Wuwu's poisonous tongue had been poisonous, but she didn't know that Feng Wuwu's mouth was so bad.

She slandered in her heart, twenty years in Hedong, twenty years in Hexi.

One day, if Feng Wuwu falls into her hands, she will tear Feng Wuwu's clever mouth.

Feng Wuwu looked at the pretentious Jimo Zhikite impatiently, and said with a grin: "The rescuers you moved in are nothing more than that." Next time, let the lord find out that you are coveting the beauty of the regent, and the lord will peel you and tear you apart, hang it at the gate of the city, and show the public. ”

"If you want to add sin, why not? Since I married to Beili, I have lived in a simple house, abiding by women's morals, and have never exceeded the norm. ”

There are words for the ink to stop the kite.

Feng Wuwu hooked his lips and smiled, "Let's talk about it, what is a woman's way?" Do you know what a woman is, why did she hook up with the regent several times? ”

"I didn't." Jimo Zhiyu's voice was soft, and he argued weakly.

Ao Che really couldn't see Jimo Zhikite being bullied like Feng Wuwu, and he was almost on the verge of going berserk.

He raised his head to the sky and roared, and his whole body rushed straight into the sky.

Feng Wuwu blinked, looked intently at Ao Che in anger, and chuckled, "Loud voice?" Look at your hideous face, it's really not a tenth of our ink. ”

"Feng Wuwu, for the sake of King Beili's face, I won't kill you. But capital sins can be avoided, but living sins cannot be escaped. ”

Ao Che said word by word, he mixed the aura around him with the unstoppable sword qi, and slashed towards the ground under Feng Wuwu's feet.

Between the lightning and flint, the crimson sword light was like a thunderbolt, menacing.

Feng Wuwu carried Jun Mo Dye to his shoulders with his bare hands, and lightly lit the crimson sword light on his toes, and retreated sharply.

In the next moment, she took out the dragon slaying sword that was about to move on Jun Moran's waist, and controlled the sword qi with the strong internal force in her body, turning passive into active in a moment.

The cyan sword light rose into the sky, and the sharp sword qi held several sword flowers in the air, and immediately stabbed directly into the eyebrows of Jimo Zhiji.

Ao Che was horrified, flew to block the Jimo Stop Kite, and carried down the extremely deadly sword qi for her with his flesh and blood.

The crimson sword light flashed on Ao Che's chest, and it disappeared quickly, even Ao Che couldn't see the strange swordsmanship that really cut the phoenix's worry-free blend of virtual and real.

"Three."

"Two."

"One."

Feng Wuwu counted calmly, and his sharp eyes settled on Ao Che's chest.

As soon as her voice fell, Ao Che suddenly felt a pain in his chest.

Looking down, a line of crimson blood slowly flowed from his chest.

"Che, are you alright?"

Jimo Zhikite saw Ao Che hanging up the color, and then realized how strong Feng Wuwu's strength was.

She carefully supported Ao Che, whose legs were weak and his face was bloodless, and she panicked, "Che, you must not have anything." ”

Ao Che hooked his lips, barely let go of a miserable smile that was uglier than crying, and softly comforted the frightened Jimo Zhiyu, "Don't be afraid, I'm fine." ”

Feng Wuwu knows that Ao Che has a high status in the hearts of the people of Beili.

His status is equivalent to the status of Baili Heze in the hearts of the people in the east.

Therefore, it is easy to hurt his life, but it is not easy to deal with the aftermath.

If it is not done well, the people's will will be scattered, the whole country will be in turmoil, and the gains will outweigh the losses.

Thinking of this, Feng Wuwu no longer fell in love with war.

She carefully withdrew the dragon slaying sword, and said indifferently: "This bloody coat should be a wedding gift from your lord." ”

"Feng Wuwu, how did you become so terrifying?"

Ao Che clutched his chest with one hand and looked at Feng Wuwu, who was full of aura, in confusion.

Feng Wuwu was speechless, and the person whose temperament had changed greatly was obviously himself.

It's ridiculous to say.

Ao Che, who boasted that he never beat a woman, chased after Feng Wuwu, who was pregnant with Liujia.

I just don't know if he will be ashamed of all these ridiculous things he has done when he comes to his senses.

Or perhaps, he will never wake up again.

"That's it. I don't bother to argue with the waste. ”

Feng Wuwu noticed that Jun Moran's body lying on her shoulder was getting hotter and hotter, and she was anxious, "Acquaintance, hurry up." Otherwise, the lord doesn't mind giving the bride a hot bloody dress. ”

Jimo Zhiyi looked at the arrogant and arrogant Feng Wuwu with jealousy, swallowed his saliva crampedly, and hurriedly helped Ao Che, who was seriously injured, and walked out of the palace step by step.