The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

"Yan'er, what are you doing here?" Huangfu Lian was so frightened that she almost lost her wits at her distressed appearance.

It's late autumn now, the river is icy cold, and her body is still not recovered, jumping into the river to swim like this is simply a joke with her own body!

He quickly took off his clothes, wrapped them around her, and pushed her to Wu Yu's side, "Wu Yu, take her back to the boat! Quick! Don't let her catch a cold!"

Without any hesitation, Wu Yu quickly grabbed Jiang Nanyan and was about to fly to the canal.

Xiahou Fengli half-closed his eyes, stared at Jiang Nanyan, and didn't say a word, but the knife resting on Mo Yong's neck was tightened, and another scar was drawn on his neck, and blood flowed down the knife. Come down, drop into the ground. [

He knew that since Jiang Nanyan jumped down, she must have come to save Mo Yong, so it was impossible for her to leave.

Jiang Nanyan did not disappoint Xiahou Fengli, she stretched out her hand, pulled Wu Yu's hand away, took a step forward, and stood opposite Xia Houfengli.

Xiahou Fengli stared at her without blinking, a strange light shone in his dark bottomless eyes.

His expression was still as cold as before, without any softening at all.

I don't know if it's because the whole body is soaked, or because Xiahou Fengli's eyes are too sharp, the moment the two eyes met, Jiangnanyan suddenly felt a chilly wind blowing from behind, It was so cold that she couldn't help shivering all over.