"Come on, take Miss Yun down!" He scolded, his eyes cold and merciless.

"Not necessarily!" She smiled and got up from the floor, stumbling out the door.

Feng Wuxian looked at her teary-eyed back, and her heart was inexplicably clenched, and it was a little tingling.

He sat down a little anxiously, his eyebrows furrowed, and he couldn't calm down.

Yun Xue stepped on the icy residual snow and left his study, the cold wind outside the window, she stepped barefoot on the icy snow water, the cold was not as cold as the tip of her heart.

As she walked, her body suddenly went limp, and she fell unprepared.

Behind her was the personal guard of the wind without a trace, Ling.

Ling Jue wanted to rush up and pick her up, but thinking of the anger of the National Teacher just now, he resisted that urge and turned back to pray.

Feng Wuxian heard his announcement, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he didn't say anything.

"My lord, it's freezing outside, even the remnants of the snow at the beginning of spring are still bitterly cold..."Ling Jue couldn't bear to intercede for Yun Xue.

Feng Wuxian pursed his lips and was silent for a long time, "Send her back!" ”

"Yes!" Ling Jue received his personal order, and then hurriedly ran outside the courtyard.

Feng Wuxian got up, stood on the windowsill, and watched Ling Jue help up her soft and boneless delicate body, his heart was inexplicably blocked, and he took two steps back and forth a little anxiously.

Just when he lifted his eyes to look at it again, he only heard Ling Jue whispering: "Miss Yun..."

His heart trembled, and his handsome figure had already rushed out.

She fell to the ground in a plain white dress, a light smile on the corner of her lips, and her pure and warm pupils crossed a smile of relief.

The most stinging thing was that the dagger on her chest stained her white veil red with bright red blood, like a bewitching peony red.

"The wind is not traceable... The wind blew without a trace—" she murmured, her eyes slowly closing.

The Adam's apple without a trace of the wind weighed like a thousand pounds, and the pain was so painful that it was impossible to speak.

"Your Excellency... Miss Yun suddenly pulled away the dagger on her subordinate's waist..."Ling Jue felt guilty on his face, and he didn't have time to stop it.

Her movements were so fast and so fierce that the sharp dagger pierced her heart without warning.

Feng Wuxian stiffened his body, his eyes were empty, and his outstretched hand trembled violently, he picked up Yun Xue and hurriedly entered the study.

"Pass on the Imperial Doctor!"

Ling Jue immediately got up and rushed out.

Feng Wuxian put her on the soft floor, watching her shallow breathing become weaker and weaker, her face became more and more pale, and the rich spiritual power that flowed from his palm protected her heart.

But he did not dare to draw the sword.

Staring at her delicate pale countenance, his fingertips trembled even more.

"Yunshang, isn't it..."

He didn't dare to ask, he didn't dare to say, Yun Xue and Yun Sheng had very similar temperaments, so stubborn and arrogant.

Unbearable humiliation, he committed suicide to death.

She has her pride and dignity, even if she is forcibly occupied by him.

Only, after seeing those albums, her sad and tearful smile was so resolute.

His spiritual power dissipated faster and faster, and the crane flying out of his sleeve suddenly spoke, "Divine Venerable, you can't reverse the destiny of heaven!" ”

Feng Wuxian didn't have time to take care of so much, he didn't want to see Yun Xue die.

"If the spiritual power is weakened, the divine power will not be able to take you back to the temple...", the crane continued to comfort him.

With a wave of Feng Wuxi's sleeves, the crane was immediately taken into his pocket, and he focused on using his spiritual power to treat Yun Xue.

It took a long time for the Imperial Doctor to come in a hurry.

He withdrew his palm, saw that her complexion seemed to have regained some ruddyness, and then looked at the imperial doctor with cold eyes, "Save her!" Otherwise, we will die with her! ”

"Yes!" Several imperial doctors knelt down one after another and went to treat Yun Xue.

Feng Wuxian stood outside the door, looking at the bleak and cold sky, and his pupils showed a touch of reluctance.

"Your Excellency cares about Miss Yun so much, why don't you ask Your Highness to marry?" Ling Jue proposed.