Feng Qingxuan was picked up by Ling Xiao, but there was no audible sound buzzing in her ears, as if many people were making noise in her ears, and she heard someone calling her "Ah Qing", only one sound, very clear.

More and more blood rushed up her throat, and she couldn't stop it, she couldn't swallow it, she could only let it run down her neck, she closed her eyes, and the voice calling for her kept coming from her ears.

But she didn't want to open her eyes, she knew that it was definitely not Xiao Zhuo, he had never called him Aqing after the south wind, maybe he had forgotten it a long time ago, this name was still given by him.

Some things are finally vicissitudes and can't go back, just like the heart is empty and can't go back.

Xiao Zhuo's actions were probably to make Feng Qingxuan uncomfortable and make her remember that there was once such a girl, because she died, she forced her to die.

But even if she did it all over again, she would still choose Xiao Zhuo.

Not for anything else, it's just that what I rejoice in has always been the best.

Feng Qingxuan never thought that there would be a time to open her eyes and see the light, when she woke up, she was lying alone in the familiar and unfamiliar Qin Wangfu, with a bloody basin in her hand, in and out, and a strange white-bearded old man was beside her, wrapping her hands and feet with gauze.

The corners of her eyes were wet, and she wanted to raise her hand to wipe it but it touched the wound that she didn't know where, and the white-bearded old man looked up at him: "The tendons and tendons of the hands and feet have been broken, and it is not easy to survive. ”

Suddenly, a thunderbolt on a sunny day was splitting into Feng Qingxuan's brain, her head was empty, and she was barely helped by the girl on the side to sit up and step on the ground, just a little movement, it was heart-rending pain, and she couldn't move.

Feng Qingxuan couldn't accept that she suddenly became a waste, she struggled to twist her body to walk, no matter how others persuaded her, she didn't care about the wound cracking, regardless of the pain, when her feet fell to the ground, it was like a pinprick, her legs and feet were weak, and she fell to the ground with a thud.

She was really sad, laughing at herself and shedding tears, closing her eyes, but she couldn't stop the flow of tears.

His indifferent tone shook the whole room: "What are you doing in a daze, don't help her up." ”

Feng Qingxuan, who was already paralyzed, let the girls help her to the bed, she silently kept her tears, and looked at Xiao Zhuo who showed her disgust on her face in front of her: "Why do you want to save me?" ”

Xiao Zhuoping retreated, walked up to her slowly, grabbed her chin, and said word by word: "Just die like this, isn't it cheap for you?" Let someone break your hands and feet, and you will stay here honestly, lest you speak out and tarnish the reputation of the king's house. ”

Feng Qingxuan smiled hard: "You hate me so much? Because of the south wind? ”

Hearing Nanfeng's name, Xiao Zhuo slapped him fiercely as if he had lost his mind: "You are not allowed to mention her name, you are not worthy." ”

Feng Qingxuan couldn't speak, the roar that rushed to her throat all disappeared and became mute, she wanted to move, but she had no strength in her body, the more embarrassed she was, the happier Xiao Zhuo became, she saw Xiao Zhuo in a corner of the room, took out Nanfeng's tablet, and despite her resistance, she knelt in front of the tablet: "Feng Qingxuan, the cycle of cause and effect, what you owe to others will have to be repaid after all." ”

She fell on the bed, a large number of tears wet the brocade quilt, crying and crying she laughed, the more she laughed, the more tears surged: "You always say that I owe Nanfeng, you want me to compensate her, what about Linglong?" Who will compensate me for the Linglong who was held behind the horse by the south wind and died of cruelty? Who will give me back my Linglong? ”