Wild Phoenix Playing Dragon: Chongxi Little Silly Concubine

Seeing that Feng Yin was gradually having difficulty breathing, but still looking at him resolutely, the strength in Yuwen Haoyu's hands could not help but gradually increased...

Feng Yin looked at the gloomy pupils with a killing intent that couldn't be ignored. The man she had been thinking about for so many years actually wanted to kill her at this moment.

An uncontrollable sourness welled up in her heart for an instant, a trace of despair flashed across her eyes, Feng Yin closed her eyes, but the moment she opened them again, they were covered with a layer of chill.

"Well……"

Yuwen Haoyu suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his abdomen, looking down, he saw a golden needle from Feng Yin's fingertip piercing his abdomen.

"What are you doing?" Yuwen Haoyu frowned, although being stabbed with a needle is a small matter, but what kind of unclean thing was quenched on the needle, the feeling it brought was different.

The hand holding Feng Yin's neck gradually weakened, so Yuwen Haoyu had no choice but to withdraw his hand, and pulled out the dagger from his sleeve. He didn't expect that the gift he just got from Luo Ling would come in handy so quickly.

"Don't be nervous, Yu'er, I won't hurt you."

Feng Yin took a few steps back, but comforted her softly, Yuwen Haoyu already hated her, and now she was plotting against her, so he would not listen to what she said, so he raised a dagger and stepped forward, his eyes were full of murderous intent.

But his eyes were gradually blurred, and he couldn't lift his hands at all. As a result, he fell down before touching Feng Yin.

"Damn...Feng Yin, I really didn't expect that you even me..."

Yuwen Haoyu was lying on the ground, and when he realized that he seemed to be about to lose consciousness, he grabbed the sharp blade of the dagger and squeezed it hard, the bright red blood spilled from his fingers, Feng Yin was shocked, and hurried forward to grab his wrist.

"Yu'er, let go, let go..."

Feng Yin grabbed his wrist, trying to break off his fingers holding the sharp blade of the dagger, but because of the severe pain, Yuwen Haoyu was a little more awake, he struggled to get up, raised his hand and threw her aside.

"Go away!"

Seeing Yuwen Haoyu stumbled up and walked out, Feng Yin stood behind him, staring at his back, thinking, even if you go out from here now, you will come back by yourself sooner or later .

People outside the palace couldn't help being shocked when they saw Yuwen Haoyu coming out with bloody hands.

"Don't worry about me, step up your guard and keep an eye on the people inside."

Yuwen Haoyu said in a deep voice to the guards outside the palace.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The guard bowed his head and replied.

Yuwen Haoyu was still holding the dagger in his hand, but he did not enter the Imperial Medical Office, but returned to the main hall bedroom.

At this moment, Luo Ling was about to fall asleep, but suddenly she heard Mei Xiang outside the room exclaiming in surprise: "Your Majesty..."

Luo Ling was taken aback, and quickly got up. She just got off the bed and was about to go to the door to have a look, but Yuwen Haoyu pushed the door and walked in.

"Yu, why do you..."

Before Luo Ling finished speaking, Yuwen Haoyu staggered and almost fell down. Luo Ling's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he stepped forward to support him, but he was very frightened. When he was about to ask, his fingertips touched him. It was wet and sticky, Luo Ling lowered his eyebrows and saw that Yuwen Haoyu's hand was already covered with blood.

"Mei Xiang! Hurry up and preach to the imperial physician!"

After calling out anxiously to Mei Xiang outside the door, Luo Ling helped Yuwen Haoyu to the bed. At this time, Yuwen Haoyu had gradually begun to lose consciousness.