The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

On the other side, Feng Ling already felt that her plot in that world was coming to an end.

Before Feng Ling leaves, she must consider how to leave an indelible impression on the other party.

After spending a few days outside the house, Mo Lingqiu returned to his small courtyard.

However, he found that the room was empty and there was no one around.

The original courtyard full of vitality and life now looks lonely and desolate.

Even the pot of orchids in the yard seemed to be listless because of unmanned care for a long time.

Mo Lingqiu once thought that they could live like this forever. He once thought that she had feelings for him.

However, Feng Yan did not come to him once. It seems that all this is his own fantasy. But what can I do?

Still, he couldn't stop worrying about her.

Mo Lingqiu sat on the stone bench in the yard, looking in the direction of the door.

At this time, his mood was as anxious and boring as the surrounding air.

At some point, the sky outside had darkened, dark clouds were coming over the sky, and it looked like a storm was coming.

Mo Lingqiu waited for a while, and when the wind blew across his cheek, he couldn't sit still anymore.

No matter whether she went to Shangyu Prince's Mansion or not, no matter what happened between Feng Ling and Ying Xiaojiu, there was no way she wouldn't come back so late.

Mo Lingqiu didn't think about it and immediately decided to look for clues about Prince Shangyu's mansion.

The roads at night were winding and the residences in the suburbs were remote, but he didn't care about these.

Mo Lingqiu was more concerned about whether there was a woman similar to Fei Ling on the road.

Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on a embarrassed woman sitting under a tree not far away.

Her hair was messy, covering her pale face. She looked like she had been abandoned by the world, full of helplessness, sadness and despair.

"Ling, Lingling?"

Mo Lingqiu shouted tentatively. In the dim light, he couldn't see her face clearly at first.

But when Mo Lingqiu approached, he found that it was Feng Yan.

His heart was filled with anger and worry. He had only been away for a day or two, how could she do this to herself?

"Mo Fengling, what's wrong with you? What are you doing? Don't you know it's getting dark soon? It's going to rain soon. It's okay if you don't want to see me, but can you find a place to take shelter from the rain? Who are you showing yourself to torture yourself like this? Besides me, who else will care about you?"

Mo Lingqiu asked angrily, but his hands gently took off his coat and put it on Feng Ling gently.

Mo Lingqiu eagerly hugged her into his arms. Only at this moment did he touch her cold wrist and found that Feng Ling's cuffs were wet.

I was shocked and thought she fell into the river.

Looking down, she found that her palms were covered in blood, some of which had dried and scabbed.

Mo Lingqiu's face instantly turned pale and his eyes became dark.

Gently pick up Feng Ling's hands and observe carefully.

"What's wrong with your hands? Why are they bleeding? Who did this to you?"

His tone is as gentle as possible, for fear that his strength will hurt her.

Hearing Mo Lingqiu's voice, Feng Ling seemed to have come back to her senses.

He slowly raised his head, his vision was a little blurry, and he looked at the anxious face of the man in front of him in a daze. Then Feng Ling said in a weak and hoarse voice:

"You're right. Apart from you, no one cares about me anymore. But... why is it you?"

This made Mo Lingqiu's body stiff instantly.

"If he should be so good ... but what should I do? He doesn't remember me, forget the things between us, remember to do it."

"He also said... I was a liar."

As Feng Ling said this, her tears fell again, and the hot tears dripped onto the back of his hands, like piercing into Mo Lingqiu's heart.

"Obviously he is a liar. He promised to take care of me for the rest of his life and would never bully me or make me sad. But in the end he just...forgot me so easily."

An expression uglier than crying appeared at the corner of Feng Ling's mouth.

Mo Lingqiu's eyes paused slightly. He had probably guessed that the ending after her meeting with Ying Xiaojiu was not very good.

Mo Lingqiu couldn't tell what she was feeling at this moment.

After all, he is just an ordinary person, and he is somewhat happy in his heart. Fortunately, Ying Xiaojiu has completely forgotten her.

In the past two days, he had asked people to check the identity of Prince Shangyu, and it was completely consistent with the disappearance of Xiaojiu a year ago.

Zhao Shiqi, the eldest son of Prince Shangyu, was the former killer Xiaojiu, but he has forgotten it now. He has completely forgotten it. He even has a new identity and a new fiancée...

But seeing Feng Ling's painful and sad look, his heart surged with endless sorrow and distress. He hoped that she could also forget him. Wouldn't it be bad to give up on him?

Why do you have to make yourself so sad?

Mo Lingqiu held her hand carefully, looked at Feng Ling intently, and said again seriously,

"Can't I do it?"

"He makes you feel pain. I can help you teach him a lesson right away, but why are you so obsessed with him? I have always been by your side, why have you never looked at me?"

Mo Lingqiu held her hands tightly, as if she could hold her firmly, let Feng Yan feel his existence.

"Ling Ling."

Feeling the stiffness of Feng Ling's body, Mo Lingqiu's tone became softer, full of love and tenderness.

"Come with me, okay? I will love you more than you think, Ling Ling. How about we leave here together and find a life that belongs to us?"

Mo Lingqiu was a little nervous. He had already been rejected once, when Ying Xiaojiu was still there.

But now, she may have lost him and this is his last chance.

He knew that his behavior might be despicable, but he really didn't want to miss Feng Ling again.

As long as she is willing, he can take her away immediately and live the life they want.

There was a layer of moisture in Feng Ling's eyes, and her trembling eyelashes gently swept across her eyes, meeting those eyes full of expectation and pleading.

Facing Mo Lingqiu's gaze, Feng Ling seemed to be undergoing the final judgment and gave him a fatal blow coldly.

"sorry."

Her heart was still bleeding and she continued to add,

"I've never had feelings for you."

Mo Lingqiu's fingers became stiff and his expression became distorted in an instant.

A coldness spread around him, and indescribable pain flashed in his eyes.

Feng Ling's eyes began to turn red, and she slowly looked away, not wanting to face him again.

Finally, Feng Ling lowered her head and slowly took her hand out of his arms,

"I know you are very good to me. Since the destruction of Red Leaf Valley, you have been by my side, caring about me, and taking care of me. I am grateful for everything you have done for me, but this is just gratitude. I already have it in my heart The person you like can no longer accommodate anyone else.”

"I'm sorry, I selfishly thought I could forget. But when he reappeared, I realized that I could never forget him. Some people are never replaceable."