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Chapter 62: The Night of the Withering

Author: Skyrim Drive

He Yue shouted in a rage: "Get out!" After a pause, he understood what was happening, and shouted: "Slow!" He Yue tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, thought about it and said: "Go, pass the decree, just say that I am sick and take a day off." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info important things, write a concerto, I will read it. After all, his country has just sat down, and he can't afford this infamy of being greedy and lascivious.

Xiao Qi agreed, and after such a mistake, He Yue's anger subsided a little, regained a little reason, and ordered: "Doctor Chuan, bring the wound medicine and wait outside." Turning his head, he forced his eyes to look at Feng Ran: "Do you dare to think about it again?" Why was he easily provoked by Feng Ran again and again? Where has he cultivated nearly twenty years of imperial cultivation?

Even though his skin was whipped out of the blood, Feng Ran still did not lower his head, his body trembled with pain, the expression on his face was still cold and flat, but his face was a little paler, and his breath was very weak: "Your Majesty...... Let him go, the wind dyes ...... I won't think about it anymore. "Let Lu Feiqing fly high and chase his own dreams and feelings, he and Lu Feiqing are people of two worlds, except for being able to think about it secretly in their hearts, they have nothing to do with it.

"Let him go, he killed my father!" He Yue said angrily: "You also know, whoever poisons your mother and concubine, you will poison him back! You protect him so much, why didn't you assassinate him yourself?" "Even if you rule out the possibility that Lu Feiqing fell into the hands of his political enemies and was used, the little assassin is also his father's enemy, the so-called father's hatred is not the same as the sky, his imperial brother and more than a dozen imperial brothers are watching him with their eyes, when it comes to this, Feng Ran can't think about his feelings?

Wind Dye stated lightly: "Wind Dye ...... Ben didn't want to kill the emperor. Just ...... by him Get a head start. Wind dyeing is the culprit, willing to ...... Take his sins,"

"Who do you want to kill?"

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at that time. ”

He Yue was stunned, and then the corners of his mouth twitched, if it was really Feng Ran who personally assassinated him, he would have died into a pile of white bones, and where would it be his turn to be powerful in front of Feng Ran? In this sense, Lu Feiqing can even be said to have saved him.

"Very good!" He Yue turned behind Feng Ran and raised his hand to whip him again: "Why do you want to kill me?"

In order to get him, he started a continuous war on the border between the two countries, forcing internal and external troubles and on the verge of collapse. also forced him to give up his identity as a prince and do what he did in the rivers and lakes.

"In Dingshan that year, the wind should not be dyed...... Walk away from His Majesty. While enduring the pain of whipping on the red flesh, Feng Ran gritted his teeth and insisted on finishing his words.

He Yue stopped: "Are you willing to come back with me then?"

I only heard that Feng Ran seemed to laugh lightly and said, "At that time, Wind Ran ...... You should kill Your Majesty!" he didn't expect that the toad who didn't know whether to live or die and dared to fight him turned out to be the prince of Suoyun Kingdom, nor did he expect that the dignified prince would be a stalker, let alone that He Yue would dare to brazenly start a war between the two countries for his own selfishness, poisoning countless border people. This article was written by Skyrim Drive. Exclusive debut.

Feng Ran did regret it, if he had killed He Yue at that time, there would have been no such thing as the following.

"You kill, now come and kill me!" He Yue was almost blown up by the wind, screaming and whipping hard, whipping one whip at a time unconsciously with a bit of internal force, and each whip was pumped deep into the flesh.

Feng Ran knew that He Yue cared about himself very much. If He Yue is willing to give it, if he doesn't mention it, He Yue will give it to him. Like withdrawing troops from the Yin Kingdom, like giving him a noble status in the Prince's Mansion, like giving him brocade clothes and jade food...... However, these are not what Feng Ran wants! He Yue knew what he wanted, but he never mentioned a word, and Feng Ran knew that He Yue didn't want to let go of Lu Feiqing at all. As a male pet, the body is the only bargaining chip, Feng Ran had to put down his body to figure out and learn the secret art map, to understand those embarrassing techniques to please men, he can only serve He Yue to the point where he knows the taste of the marrow and is comfortable to the point that he can't stop, and it is possible to ask him to agree to let Lu Feiqing go. All night, Feng Ran's strategy was to take the initiative to cater to him, constantly teasing He Yue's desires, catering to He Yue's harm to himself, even if he knew that it would hurt and humiliate, he would not hesitate.

Feng Ran was silent, and finally made He Yue feel a little better, and stopped whipping, only to find that Feng Ran had been whipped all over his body, and bright blood stains, like petals, opened on Feng Ran's body. It's just that the wind-dyed body trembles, like a flower that opens and sways proudly in the cold wind.

He Yue squatted down in front of Feng Ran, looking at Feng Ran's cold face, and her fingers gently touched Feng Ran's pale and trembling lips. Feng Ran gasped, pressed down the nausea, and clumsily stretched out his tongue to suck He Yue's finger into his mouth, licking it gently. About this action to please He Yue, He Yue softened her tone a little, and said: "Feng Ran, you like to make me angry, I don't know if I'm angry, will you suffer?" He just wanted to teach Feng Ran a lesson, although Feng Ran didn't beg for mercy, but Feng Ran's action of licking his fingers was clearly a kind of flattery, and it was regarded as begging for mercy with his body movements, and He Yue was relieved.

Feng Ran turned his head slightly and begged weakly: "The emperor let it go...... Scarlet, the wind will not be dyed...... made the emperor angry again. ”

Feng Ran wasn't provoking He Yue at all, he was simply looking for death!

With a gloomy face, He Yue picked up the whip he had just thrown down and slammed it down, and in a fit of rage, the internal force attached to the whip was a little more than before: "If you dare to ask for him again, I will pull him out and cut him down immediately!"

The wind dyed his body trembled more and more, shaking like a messy delicate flower in the cold wind, which never lowered his head, and finally gradually hung down weakly, his flat expression was finally indifferent, and his eyes, which had no luster anymore, were even more dimly half-squinted.

"Don't play dead with me!" But just a few more whips, he can still distinguish the severity of his hands, how can it be possible to whip people to death with a few whips? He Yue pinched Feng Ran's chin and raised his head, but he saw that blood was constantly spilling from Feng Ran's mouth! A few whips made his mouth vomit blood? How could it be? The whips caused skin trauma at most. Vomiting blood, that's an injury to the internal organs! Although he whips the whip with internal force, it just wants to make the wind dye feel more painful, and it doesn't hurt the wind dye internal organs. He Yue intuitively felt that he had overlooked something important, and Feng Ran vomited blood and vomited strangely.

He Yue hurriedly threw the whip and untied the wind dye from the hanging eaves of the stepping bed. Feng Ran immediately arched his body, and his whole body curled up in a ball, like a flower from blooming to withering, so weak, so tired, as if it had exhausted the vitality of life.

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