The cold young master's exquisite wife

Blood slowly escaped from the corner of Feng Chuyang's mouth, and he couldn't stand upright.The guard behind rushed forward to support him, and asked in a low voice, "Third Prince, shall I inform Commander Zha?"

Feng Chuyang said in a deep voice: "Notify Commander Zha, retreat." Shaking off the guards, he took a few steps forward, with dark lips, and said with a wry smile, "Miss Wei..." His voice was almost choked, but his eyes were surprisingly gentle : "I... in this life... I have done two wrong things... One is that I should not have listened to the words of the magician, believed them to be true, and witnessed the beauty on your picture scroll every day; the other is that I should not have taken you captive... "

If he didn't force her into captivity, he wouldn't have so many opportunities to get along with each other, and let him see a woman's ice and snow intelligence, her every frown and smile, her threat of death, and her all kinds of peerless elegance.

So when he found out that she stayed just to save him from killing more people and losing less Ji Lian's soldiers and horses, he also accepted it.He still asked her again and again, if she would go back to the capital with him to get married?

It's not the temptation of the status of a princess, but just a man's admiration for a woman, a deep admiration.

So when he found that Yan Wei'er's heart had never left Ji Lianbienuo, she always treated him with such a calm demeanor, and was always so decisive, he accepted Yan Wuchen's suggestion and made Yan Wuyue, who had a similar appearance, Have a good night with Yan Wuyou.

At the moment when he was overwhelmed, he was extremely happy, but also extremely sad. There were countless voices in his heart calling "Wei'er". Wherever his gaze was focused, the gentleness and charming attitude of the two women could not be compared to Yan Weier. Indifferent demeanor?Even when she was angry, she was still so pretty.

Unexpectedly, even the similar appearance is irreplaceable.

It turns out that a woman can be so beautiful.It is more beautiful than the beautiful mountains and rivers, and it is more addictive than money and rights.

So his desire changed from meddling in the world to eating at the same table with her every day.The former one is already within reach, while the latter one is high mountains and flowing clouds, elusive.

Jiang Shan can stop, he just wants to be with this woman for the rest of his life, even if this woman has had a husband and a child, he doesn't care, not at all.

"If you get this woman, you get the world." He wanted this woman not to win the world, but to give up the world for her.

Yan Wei'er didn't look at him, and even glanced at him as an eyesore, she just squatted beside Jasmine, holding her hand, and said softly: "Jasmine, hold on, you must hold on, I want you to stay with me from now on I, I will never drive you away again, I will never drive you away again..."

Jasmine's hands were bit by bit cold, her eyes were closed, and her breathing became weaker and weaker.

Yan Wei'er bit her lip, stood up, pointed at Feng Chuyang and said crisply: "Feng, retreat immediately, I will take Jasmine back to treat her wounds, if there is another moment of delay, my Ji Lian soldiers and horses vow to wipe out the capital, even if the battle ends One soldier at the end will never make it easier for you."

She was originally sympathetic, but at this moment she was so angry that she just wanted to wash the capital with blood, so as to prevent the people of the Feng family from living a good life.

Feng Chuyang spat out another mouthful of blood, and with a wave of his hand, the soldiers under him stepped aside and said, "Let's go."

He was not interested, but he still had a smile on his face, just like one morning, when they had breakfast at the same table, he told her something interesting, and seeing her chuckle, he was filled with joy.

Suddenly, an arrow hidden in the dark shot towards Yan Wei'er from another direction.

The arrow is like the wind, and the third son of Qin is faster than the wind. He even squeezed the shaft of the arrow with his hand, and the tip of the arrow has reached Yan Wei'er's heart.

At the same time, with a wave of Jilianbieno's hand, the dart sank into the grass, and immediately one of his subordinates rushed towards the grass, dragging out a person.

It is none other than Yan Wuchen who shoots back arrows frequently.

He was hit by a dart in the throat, blood stained his collar, holding his last breath, he hated Ji Lianbienuo and Yan Wei'er.

Seeing that Feng Chuyang wanted to let Ji Lianbienuo and others go, how could he swallow this breath, so he hid in the dark and wanted to shoot Ji Lianbienuo.

But later he changed his mind. Only by killing Yan Wei'er can he truly take revenge.The two men went to war, surrounded by an army of hundreds of thousands of people, I was in you, and you were in me. In fact, after all, it was just for one woman.

So he wanted to kill this woman, even though she was his sister.However, he never regarded this woman as his younger sister.

He was so eager for revenge that he didn't even think about how to leave the scene after the shooting, or how to keep himself.To kill Yan Wei'er, not only Ji Lianbie Nuo wanted to kill him, but Feng Chuyang also wanted to kill him, he was very clear about this.

But he couldn't care less.His eyesight gradually faded, and he fell into a pool of blood.

Feng Chuyang did not argue, this was not his order.He saw deep hatred in Yan Wei'er's eyes, it was a kind of hatred that pierced through the bones.

Everyone passed by him, bringing a cool breeze.

Hua Yi held Jasmine carefully, and walked forward step by step.

Ji Lianbienuo supported Yan Wei'er and left.Anu, also covered in blood, followed behind the crowd.

The entire mountain forest was so silent, and the strange air was filled with layers of bloody smell.

Feng Chuyang's complexion has become more and more purple, and traces of black blood are constantly flowing from the corner of his mouth, and he doesn't realize it.

Still smiling softly, looking at the figure of Yan Wei'er who was leaving.He didn't want to close his eyes for a moment, for fear that once he did, he would never see her again.

Even if it's just a back view, it's good.

He really wanted to ask her, if there is an afterlife, can I get to know him first?The thought was tender enough to bring tears to his eyes.

He seems to have heard her questioning: "You seem to feel at ease when you kidnap someone else's wife."

He seemed to see her holding the copybook and shaking it in front of Xiao Wu: "Did you see it, it looks like a man's handwriting!"

He seemed to hear her soft tone rippling in his ears: "Your eyes are stained red with blood. You thought you were sober, but you were actually drunk."

Ah, yes, in fact, he has been so drunk that he has been unconscious, and has always been infatuated with the country, until the end, he was infatuated with this beautiful woman.

Feng Chuyang's body softened, and he knelt on the ground, laughing with infinite sadness: "Not at home, but in a foreign land, I have exhausted lovesickness. The window is full of worries, thinking carefully. I laugh at the moon and become crazy."

His voice was particularly shocking in the mountains and forests, filled with endless pain: "Don't...don't...worry...I...hahaha..." The long laugh turned into weeping: "I also understand. "

With a bang, Feng Chuyang fell to the ground.

Yan Wei'er's footsteps stopped, and she stopped when she heard him read that poem.When he was drunk that day, he also recited this poem, fell to the ground, and asked her, "Why did you treat me like this? I treated you so well, why did you treat me like this?"

When she stopped, Ji Lianbie Nuo also stopped with her.Until Feng Chuyang said, "Don't worry about me -- I understand."

Yan Wei'er suddenly realized, why did he read so sadly when he was drunk?It turned out that at that time, he already knew the true meaning of this poem.

At that moment, the pain in Yan Wei'er's heart slowly spread.The lonely memories of childhood that he had told her emerged clearly.He is a prince, but he was born of a humble servant girl, just like her, she is just a concubine of the Yan family.

Although he is a prince, he has to guard against being assassinated every day, poisoning in wine, poisoning in food, and fighting in the harem. Many princes cannot grow up safely, so he lives cautiously, does not talk to others, and does Get close to people.

When one day, his biological mother was also killed, he deeply felt the importance of rights.Only when you become an emperor can you truly survive.

He was not born with a passion for killing, but only by killing can he save himself.

The hatred in Yan Weier's eyes gradually faded away, but unfortunately Feng Chuyang could no longer see it.She is a concubine, so she understands the embarrassment of that position.

Everyone knew that she was a young lady, but her life was worse than that of a maid.Everyone knows that he is the prince, so he will become a stumbling block for someone who gains power in the future, and he will be killed even more.

Their destinies, in fact, have many similarities.

Ji Lianbienuo held Yan Wei'er's cold hand, and straightened her messy hair: "That was Yan Wuchen's own intention, not Feng Chuyang's original intention." His sincere and trusting eyes, gently fell on her eyes.

The two looked at each other, and thousands of words were only turned into clear eyes, silent and even more vocal.

In such a heart-piercing scene, Ji Lianbienuo didn't know that Feng Chuyang was no longer because of the prophecy of "getting this woman, winning the world", but really loved the woman in front of him.

However, who would not love such a woman?Fortunately, he was the one she loved deeply.That poem was her lovesickness expressed to him.

But Feng Chuyang can only linger outside the words forever.

Ji Lianbienuo calmly and gently looked at the soldiers and horses in the forest, each returning to its respective team.Not to fight is Weier's wish, but it is also everyone's wish.

Yan Wei'er turned back and approached Feng Chuyang, but Anu followed suit, refusing to leave even a single step.

Feng Chuyang fell to the ground and was held in his arms by the guards.His face has gradually turned black, and the corners of his mouth are still bleeding, even the blood is also black.

Yan Wei'er let out a long sigh, held the wooden hairpin in her hand, turned the hairpin lightly, and shot Feng Chuyang's neck, and said to the guard, "Help him to rest and take good care of him. After two hours , if he wakes up, he will be saved." After speaking, he took Anu away calmly.

One shot is the poison, the other is the antidote.

In the carriage, Yan Wei'er took out the arrow from Jasmine's body, stopped the bleeding and gave two needles, and treated the wound simply.

Hua Yi hugged Jasmine's increasingly icy body, her heart trembling.He called softly: "Jasmine, Jasmine, wake up, don't sleep, talk to me, okay?"

Jasmine's lips were pale, and she managed to squeeze a smile: "What do you want to say?"

"Tell me, how many children are we going to have? Jasmine, tell me, do you like the first child to be a boy or a girl?" Hua Yi asked gently.

Jasmine thought for a while, then panted, "Yi...if... if I'm gone...you marry another woman...to give birth to...a child for you..."

Huayi's two tears fell on Jasmine's face, warm and lingering: "Jasmine, don't be silly, I only want you, I only want you to bear my child..."

Yan Wei'er was on the side, and finally couldn't help turning her head away, tears streaming down her face.