The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Wei Xuerong shook her head, took out a silk handkerchief to wipe away the tears on her face, and gave Qing a smile that was uglier than crying, "Thank you, Qing Guard, I'm fine."

While talking, Wei Xuerong gently pushed Qing away and followed her.

Seeing Wei Xuerong's unsteady footsteps, Qing gave a long sigh and followed.

Several people walked through the narrow passage in the backyard with different expressions and came to the back room.

After arriving at the destination, Huang Fulian didn't even look at Xiahou Fengli, she turned around and was about to step into the room. [

However, before he could step out, Xiahou Fengli stretched out his arms and grabbed him.

"Have I allowed you to go back?" Xiahou Fengli half-closed his eyes dangerously, staring at Huang Fulian, his eyes were sharper than the blade's edge.

Huang Fulian withdrew her steps, "What kind of trick do you want to play?"

"Didn't I just say that." Xia Houfeng smiled, and then said with a low smile, "I have something, do I want to 'discuss' it with you?"

Xiahou Fengli said, winking, Qing immediately understood, stepped forward to forcefully hold Huangfu Lian, and dragged her into another room.

Everything happened so fast that Wei Xuerong didn't have time to react at all, she stood there for a long time without regaining her senses, until the sound of chains came from the room, she suddenly regained her senses.

"Xiahou..." Wei Xuerong screamed and rushed in, seeing Huangfulian chained to a pillar by Qing with an iron chain.

In Xiahou Fengli's hand, he held a shiny dagger that shone with a cold blue light.

Wei Xuerong was stunned, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and he let out a trembling voice, "Xiahou...you, what are you going to do?"

While exclaiming, she rushed forward and stood in front of Huang Fulian.

"Don't worry." Xiahou Fengli stretched out his hand, and gently pushed Wei Xuerong away who was standing in front of Huangfulian, and the sharp blade lightly spread across Huangfulian's face, scraping it back and forth, "Since I promised you , will keep his promise and will not kill him."

Seeing the sharp blade, Wei Xuerong trembled in fear.

She wanted to step forward to stop Xiahou Fengli's dangerous movement, but she was afraid that her movement would be too big and hurt Huang Fulian, so she could only stand by and watch anxiously.

"Xiahou... what exactly do you want to do?"

"Xuerong, do you like him because of this face?" Xiahou Fengli didn't answer Wei Xuerong's question, but instead asked.

"Of course not!" Wei Xuerong shook his head, staring fixedly at the knife in Fengli Xiahou's hand, "Xiahou...you quickly take the knife away, it's very dangerous!"

"Dangerous? Huangfulian is not even afraid of death because of that scoundrel, so why would she be afraid of such a little danger?" Xiahoufeng sneered, turned his head, and looked at Huangfulian with strange eyes, "Are you right, Huangfulian? "

After finishing speaking, Xiahou Fengli exerted force with one hand, and the gleaming blade slashed fiercely across Huangfulian's cheek, leaving a deep gash on his face, and the blood gushed out instantly , converging into a stream, winding down and dripping into the blood-stained chest.

"Xiahou! You said you wouldn't..." Wei Xuerong froze for a second, and quickly rushed forward. Unknowingly, she pushed Xiahou Fengli away, holding the silk handkerchief distressedly, and wanted to replace it. Huang Fulian wiped the blood off her face. [

Huang Fulian turned her head to avoid it, "Get out! Don't worry about it!"

"Your Majesty, there is a lot of blood on your face, you want to..." Wei Xuerong did not give up, she squeezed the silk handkerchief and leaned forward again, before she could finish speaking, she was severely interrupted by Huang Fulian

"Did you understand when I told you to go away?" Huangfu Lian gave Wei Xuerong a hard look, the cold gaze was enough to freeze a person instantly.

Wei Xuerong's whole body trembled, her whole body froze, and it took a long time before she made a sound.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the blood on your face..." Enduring the fear in her heart, Wei Xue stepped forward slowly, reached out her hand again, and wiped away the blood oozing out of Huang Fulian's face, but was Xiahou Fengli stretched out his hand to stop him.