It seems that this woman is still worried about her worthless girl, Murong Cheng thought faintly.

"You're not dead! I'm not going to die," Xia Yezi propped herself up, put the bowl to her mouth, and opened her small mouth to grunt.

I haven't eaten for many days, so that my stomach is empty and uncomfortable, and I still feel heartburned when I enter a food all of a sudden, but this is the food for my own survival, how can I not eat it, not to mention that this is a place where I have eaten the last meal and the next meal.

This is not called surrender, this is also called storage power, to see the stamina, heh! Xia Yezi cheered herself up.

Otherwise, how could she have eaten this meal.

I remember when I first entered the killer organization when I was a child, it was a big canteen, and at first I was shy not to rush to the front to grab food, but whenever I caught up, there was no scum in the rice, and I often used even the basin to deduct it, and then if I wanted to eat enough, I had to grab food, which was the survival law of survival of the fittest.

Every meal was so hard.

Maybe doing their profession is the master who eats the last meal but not the next, and grasping every opportunity to eat is for the next survival.

She didn't have tears, she cried dry as early as the year her mom and dad left her.

Xia Yezi finished eating with a cold face, mixed with sad porridge, the bottom of the bowl was clean, and whoever dropped a grain of rice at the bottom of the bowl in her previous life couldn't eat the next meal.

In her previous life, she deeply knew that she often fought hard to break her head and bleed every time she ate a meal.

Watching Xia Yezi finish the meal, Murong Cheng Qianfeng suddenly looked at the woman who almost never shed a tear.

I don't know why there are shareholders in Murong Chengqianfeng's heart.

After a while, there was a creak on the door, and it was the familiar face that pushed the door in—Xiao Xiangcha, and in front of Xiao Xiangcha was a gorgeous woman in a light blue crescent shirt.

"Third Miss!" Xiao Xiangcha saw Xia Yezi and pounced on it all of a sudden, and tears flowed down.

"I'm sorry, Miss Three, it's Xiao Xiangcha who is not good, and I didn't protect Miss well!" When she saw the scars on Xia Yezi's body, Xiao Xiangcha wiped her face with tears and snot.

"Alright, silly girl, I'm not alive and well! Don't cry, it's ugly! Xia Yezi squeezed out a smile and comforted the childlike little fragrant tea.

As soon as I raised my eyes, I found that there was a beautiful woman standing opposite with Xiao Xiangcha, and Xia Yezi's unfamiliar gaze flashed over the beauty.

The glamorous woman in light blue clothes opened her lips: "Princess, are you really a noble person?" ”

It is indeed a little familiar, please remind me more, Xia Yezi endured the great pain all over his body, and said faintly, his tone was gentle, but reasonable.

The concubine is just a golden phoenix, and the princess can't remember the Fengyi Palace a few days ago...... After speaking, the pretty little face flushed a little blush, and lowered her eyes.

Thinking of it, Xia Yezi exhaled, forced a smile, and beckoned to Xiao Xiangcha, who asked Mrs. Jin Feng to sit down! She had heard that this was the woman favored by Murong Cheng Qianfeng, but it looked really beautiful and moving, unbelievable, the lilac Luo shirt fluttered here, the cloud mane was jet black, the eight treasures were clustered with pearls and white jade hairpins, the red gold inlaid with moon white stone magnolia flower earrings, the tassels drooping under the forehead, swaying and falling, she was indeed a beauty in the city.

"What's the matter with my sister?" Without waiting for Jin Feng to speak, Xia Yezi narrowed his painful eyes and smiled lightly, without showing anyone his pitiful appearance at all.

The prince ordered to send the external wound medicine to the princess, and her forehead was slightly lowered, and Mrs. Jinfeng put the antidote on the dilapidated table of the Eight Immortals.

Then thank you so much! After speaking, Xia Yezi flattened his head slightly, closed his eyelids, and gave him another candy if he killed someone, am I grateful to him, or let me hate him, he still sent someone over to humiliate himself.

Xiao Xiangcha hurriedly stepped forward and said carefully: "Madam, Miss is tired, please ask Madame to go back!" ”

Good! Please take care of the princess and come back to visit the concubine another day! After speaking, he took a sip of cherries and gently shook the purple cloud sleeves and left.

It seems that the prince doesn't know how, he can't let go of the princess, he is still afraid of Xia Xiangguo's face, Jin Feng is a smart woman, the prince shouldn't know if he doesn't know, the more he knows, the more dangerous his life will be.

Sighing softly, Jin Fengfu lightly lifted his purple shirt and slowly walked towards the Lotus Garden.

"Are you done?" Before entering the door, I heard a cold, low, domineering male voice.

"Lord, according to your orders, the soft balm was sent to the princess!" Jin Feng lowered his eyebrows, and he didn't dare to get up after a thousand blessings.

Get up, come to this prince, after speaking, he held the slender waist in his arms with a big hand, sniffed the faint fragrance of orchids, and slowly became intoxicated, and suddenly the bruises on Xia Ye'er's body came into his eyes in time.

The big hand pushed away the golden phoenix that was nestled in his arms like a bird, "You rest!" He strode outside, never looking back.

The white robe like snow flew in the night wind, and the tightened eyes emitted a light purple glow, like an endless cold light in the dark night that was hitting the borderless night.

"Why do you want to lie to this king?" Cheng Qianfeng's teeth chattered, his clenched fists made the sound of bone knots writhing, and his eyes piercing through the night settled on the Purple Smoke Pavilion behind the green tent of the woods.

The footsteps were raised and lowered slightly, Murong Cheng Qianfeng pursed the corners of his mouth, thinking hatefully, she is no longer the original Qingye, she is a woman full of lies, she actually wants to commit suicide if she marries me, hum, this king will definitely make you live worse than dead, but this king will let you live better than dead, anyway, there is still a trace of value that can be used.

The lilac eyes gradually darkened, and he quickly turned around and walked towards another courtyard, just lying down with his clothes, but he heard a sound of small broken people outside the window, familiar movements, he slowly sat up, and said lightly, "Come in, I didn't sleep?" ”

Feng Tianling walked in with a smile, "Lord Wang, what's the matter, I'm not in high spirits today?" A look of ridicule.

"Blowing snow, you can do it here." Cheng Qianfeng said lightly, a partial leg slipped down from the horse's back, the green silk drooped, and the dark purple eyes gradually became gentle.

Feng Tianling's pink face is handsome, his face is as clear as a carving, and his angular face is handsome and abnormal, but a large scar looming on his forehead is still half-covering his face under the cover of a wisp of green silk. It's a staggering flaw in perfection.

It looks like a bohemian on the outside, but the inadvertent light in his eyes makes people dare not underestimate it.