Chu Yanwei's eyes stared at Feng Yunling who was sitting on the edge of the bed in shock, and found that there was no longer love and affection for him in this woman's eyes, only cold disgust and impatience remained.

"Did you poison the light spirit!" Chu Yanwei thought of the purpose of his coming and forcibly suppressed his anger.

"Lord Wang, you can eat indiscriminately, you can't talk nonsense, which eye of yours saw that I poisoned Yan Qingling?" Feng Yunling smiled secretly in his heart.

"It's not who you are!Qing Ling and Xiaolan have only been to your backyard today, and both of them have been poisoned, who would it be if you didn't poison you?You say, isn't it you!" Chu Yanwei was anxious in his heart, and he walked up directly and grabbed one of Feng Yunling's thin arms.

Feng Yunling was in pain, looked at the tall figure in front of him, and found that his figure was too petite and weak, and he was not the opponent of Chu Yanwei, a big man, at all.

"Chu Yanwei, if you don't let go, Yan Qingling will die!" Feng Yunling couldn't stand the pain and roared out angrily.

Chu Yanwei's eyes instantly lit up with an angry flame, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Sure enough, it's you! Quickly hand over the antidote!" He didn't let go of Feng Yunling, but squeezed it even tighter.

Feng Yunling's forehead was sweating in pain, and Xiao Juan rushed up and cried: "Lord Wang, let go of Miss, let go quickly!" As he spoke, he reached out to pick up Chu Yanwei and grabbed Feng Yunling's big hand.

But Chu Yanwei directly waved his arm, and Xiao Juan's whole person fell away and hit the table with the oil lamp in the room.

The table toppled over, the oil lamp was extinguished, and the room went dark.

Xiao Juan's screams of pain sounded, and at the moment when it was dark, Feng Yunling appeared in the other hand with the anesthetic silver needle she had prepared a long time ago, and stabbed it fiercely at Chu Yanwei's arm.

Chu Yanwei was in pain, snorted, raised his hand and waved, Feng Yunling screamed, hitting the bed board in the big bed, and his head made a bang.

"Miss!" Xiao Juan, who fell to the ground, screamed in fright, hurriedly got up in pain, found the oil lamp in a panic, took out the fire box and lit it, and kept crying in her mouth.

She was too scared, Lord Wei was too cruel, what if she killed the young lady?

"Feng Yunling, you, what have you done to this king!" Chu Yanwei looked at a silver needle stuck in his arm, his eyes began to blur, and he looked up at Feng Yunling in surprise.

At this moment, Feng Yunling had shrunk to the corner of the bed, touching the back of her swollen head, and her tears fell in pain.

What if I had a concussion? I thought there would be danger, but I wasn't prepared enough.

Chu Yanwei was already dizzy, his face was pale, and he stared at Fengyunling in front of him who was getting more and more blurred in annoyance, and suddenly the whole person fell down against the bed, still face down.

"Bang!", the bed board shook, but the man was lucky, a handsome face actually fell on the quilt, but because his body was too tall, his legs knelt directly on the side of the bed with a pop.

Feng Yunling breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Chu Yanwei finally fall down, but Xiao Juan was so frightened that she screamed, what's wrong with the prince? Miss won't kill the prince, right?

Suddenly, a gloomy wind rose in the room, and a young man in black appeared, strode to the side of the big bed in an instant, flipped Chu Yanwei over, and shouted urgently: "Lord, Lord?"

Feng Yunling saw that the man in black had an excessively fair complexion, but his appearance was very ordinary, and he was a public face that was not easy to identify when thrown into the crowd, and he knew that it was Chu Yanwei's personal guard chasing the waves.

"What's wrong with the prince!" Cha Lang shouted that Chu Yanwei couldn't wake up, and suddenly pulled out the long sword on his waist, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Feng Yunling's throat, making Feng Yunling so frightened that he instinctively stuck it on the bed board.

Xiao Juan was even more frightened and screamed again, and was silenced by a loud cry from the waves.

Fengyunling's mind turned sharply, and his eyes stared coldly at Zhulang's angry and slightly frightened eyes and said, "Zhulang, if you kill me, the prince and that won't be able to live!"

"What the hell have you done to Lord Wang and Miss Yan!" Cha Lang's eyes flashed, and he said sharply.

Feng Yunling directly stretched out his hand and gently pushed away the sharp sword tip that shone with cold light, and then exhaled, and said: "It's nothing, the prince is too violent, I'm afraid of pain, let him stop for a while! You go out and wait, I will give you a good prince back tomorrow morning, but if you force me like this, then everyone will die together!"

In the end, Feng Yunling shrugged his shoulders, looking at the dark eyes of the waves very scoundrel and sharply.

Zhulang's eyes shrank suddenly, and after contemplating for a while, he withdrew his long sword, and then walked to the door, and a cold voice came: "Princess, you'd better understand something, if something happens to the prince, you and the Prime Minister's Mansion will be buried together!"

Feng Yunling's neck was cold, and she looked at Xiao Juan, who was already frightened, this girl was already frightened, and her hands were still shaking.

Feng Yunling hugged his head and straightened up, looked at Chu Yanwei who was like a dead pig, twitched the corners of his mouth, touched the back of his head, and couldn't help but slap Chu Yanwei's handsome face in anger.

Xiaojuan was awakened, and hurriedly rushed over and hurriedly said, "Miss, you, what's going on?"

"Don't be afraid, he won't die, Xiaojuan, do you want to be angry?" Feng Yunling said another big slap, her previous pain couldn't be in vain.

Xiaojuan is going to be scared to death by her own young lady, is this still her young lady? I loved Wang Ye so much before, but it has become like this in just a few days?

But thinking of the scream of the young lady on the wedding night, Xiaojuan thought to herself that the prince was a big pervert, so the young lady must have regretted it.

Feng Yunling started work left and right with both hands, and he stopped only when his hands hurt, but Chu Yanwei's handsome face was a little red and swollen, but it didn't change much.

"Sure enough, the skin is thick enough!" Feng Yunling puffed angrily, and then kicked Chu Yanwei out of bed with a slam.

Xiao Juan watched Chu Yanwei roll to the ground, and after rolling twice, she was still motionless, she didn't understand how Miss had the ability to make the first god of war, Wang Ye, fall so completely?

"Xiaojuan, go back to sleep, the prince will wake up in the morning. Feng Yunling rubbed his head and lay down and said.

Xiao Juan's eyes widened and she said, "Miss, what should I do about the prince?

"Are you still worried that he won't catch a cold? Miss, I have a fever for two days and two nights, and I don't see him care, go to sleep, I'm sleepy." Feng Yunling urged Xiaojuan to leave.

Xiao Juan could only leave with a nervous heart, and the corners of her mouth twitched fiercely when she heard Feng Yunling's words.

It is said that the eldest lady of the Feng family is arrogant and domineering, and she really deserves her reputation, and he is now worried that if the prince wakes up, he will kill Feng Yunling immediately.

In the early morning of the next day, when Chu Yanwei woke up, he only felt dizzy, weak, and cold.

When he opened his eyes suddenly, he saw that he was lying on the cold floor, still in the wing room of the cheap woman Fengyunling.

Feng Yunling heard the muffled snort in Chu Yanwei's mouth, and immediately turned over and poked his head out of bed.