The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Feng Ling's face became paler, and she drew a shallow mark on her lips.

She knew in her heart what consequences she would face if she went back, but she would feel even more guilty if she asked others to bear the pain for herself.

Then, he raised his head and looked at Mo Lingqiu in front of him.

Feng Ling nodded stubbornly and said firmly:

"No matter what I face, I am still the master after all, right?"

Looking closely at Mo Lingqiu,

"They can't kill me. The worst result is that I will be sent to the general's mansion and become someone else's concubine. Not to mention..."

Then, Feng Ling did not continue speaking, and there was a hint of loneliness in her eyes.

Her meaning is obvious, because Ying Xiaojiu is no longer here, it doesn't matter who she marries.

This realization made Mo Lingqiu feel a little angry, but he also thought that Feng Ling was willing to go back because he was worried about being punished, and he felt a little soft-hearted for a moment.

Mo Lingqiu felt helpless. He seemed to be firmly controlled by her alone for the rest of his life.

Even when he betrayed the Valley Master and the Killer Building, he never hesitated, but he failed again and again with her.

He grabbed Feng Ling's fingers and said firmly:

"no!"

"I didn't agree. I finally rescued you. How could I just watch you marry someone you don't like? What's more, you know that person's character. Do you really want to ruin yourself like this? ?”

Feng Ling lowered her head and remained silent.

Mo Lingqiu felt extremely irritated by Feng Ling's silence. Every time he saw Feng Ling cowering like this, he felt like a stone was pressing on his chest, getting heavier and heavier.

He decided to express all his thoughts and no longer hide his emotions.

"I know what happened to Xiaojiu makes you frustrated, but you will only hurt yourself and those who care about you. I don't believe you don't know, I have always liked you."

Mo Lingqiu said calmly.

Hearing this, Feng Ling's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she was still speechless.

He held the corners of his clothes with both hands, not knowing how to respond.

Mo Lingqiu simply turned her body around, forcing her to look directly at him.

"I like you, not just a whim, but a deep love. As long as you are willing, I can always guard you silently."

Mo Lingqiu looked at Feng Ling affectionately,

"I know you rejected me because of guilt, but I really don't want you to live in pain and regret all your life. If you really want to marry that sick man, I would rather die in front of you."

Feng Ling looked up, her eyes full of shock and confusion.

Her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, but thinking of her missing sweetheart, she fell silent again.

Seeing Feng Ling in such pain, Mo Lingqiu's heart was cut by a knife, and she turned around to leave.

But Feng Ling grabbed his hand subconsciously.

Mo Lingqiu turned his head and looked at Feng Ling, with unprecedented tenderness in his eyes.

Feng Ling's eyes were a little moist. Although she didn't cry out, her eyes seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist.

She hesitated for a moment, her voice weak and hoarse,

"Don't leave me...please stay. I'm not avoiding happiness because I resent you, I just...just feel guilty inside. Every time I see you, I choose to avoid it. It's not your fault, it's me. I haven't completely let go yet. Please stay, okay?"

Mo Lingqiu looked at Feng Ling deeply, held her hand with his backhand, and hugged her tightly.

"Since the master doesn't blame me for failing to rescue Xiaojiu, can we let go of the shadows of the past and start over?"

Feng Ling was silent for a while and replied firmly, "That's not your fault. What's more, you were seriously injured trying to save me. How can I blame you for my own selfishness? That would be too ungrateful. It was me before I was too impulsive and accidentally hurt you, I'm sorry..."

Mo Lingqiu's face finally returned to calmness, and a faint joy filled her heart.

whispered,

"I can stay. So, can Lingling try to open her heart and live with me?"

Feng Ling thought for a while, then nodded seriously,

"Ok."

Mo Lingqiu finally showed a satisfied smile.

The corners of his mouth rose, and his body gradually relaxed. However, his strength in holding Feng Ling did not weaken at all.

On the other side, when Princess Shangyu's carriage passed a wild bamboo forest on its way back to the capital, one of the red-brown horses suddenly became manic and rushed out of the team.

The coachman relied on his superb horse-control skills to barely control the mad mare, preventing the driver from disturbing the princess in the front seat.

However, on the way back, they unexpectedly found a young man covered in blood lying in the bushes.

The young man's strong smell of blood spooked the horses, triggering the earlier chaos.

The coachman who first noticed the young man was so frightened when he saw the bloody scene that he thought the young man was dead.

He quickly informed the princess's guards of the incident.

After the guard came forward to check, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, what kind of revenge did this young man suffer from his enemies? He fell so hard that there was no good piece of flesh on his body, his breathing became weak, and his life seemed to be hanging by a thread.

Considering the princess's kind-heartedness, she has been depressed since the disappearance of the young prince more than ten years ago, eating fast and chanting Buddha, just hoping to see her son again.

When she heard the coachman say that there was a dying young man in the grass, the princess felt pity and ordered the guards to rescue him.

The original plan was to send him to a nearby medical center for treatment after entering the city.

The princess suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, as if she had some kind of telepathy.

She unconsciously opened the curtain and took a look outside.

At that glance, she clearly saw the young man's features.

Although her face was stained with large amounts of blood, the face felt familiar to her.

The more the princess looked at him, the more she felt like she had seen this young man somewhere before, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

She began to think that this young man was the child of a certain official family in the capital, and she might have met him at a previous banquet.

However, when the princess suddenly thought of the case of her young husband, King Zhao of Shangyu, her heart tightened.

She and Zhao An were childhood sweethearts, and they have been in love since they were young couples until now.

And this young man's facial features are exactly the same as those of Zhao An when he was young! At that moment, the prayer beads in the princess's hand were accidentally torn off.

She immediately stopped all the carriages, and almost involuntarily, with the help of the maid, she opened the curtain of the carriage.

She looked at the sleeping young man on the mat, and the more she looked at him, the more she felt that he resembled Zhao An.

She didn't even let the servant girl get close to the young man, but carefully checked behind his ears herself.

After confirming that there was a red mole the size of a rice grain on his right earlobe, her heart beat faster and she couldn't believe her eyes.