Emperor Leng's favorite belly black mad concubine

Chapter 1843 Pierced Deep into His Skin

"He said that you like handsome men. If he told you this, you would no longer think about attacking the Southern Empire. Empress, it's not my fault, Brother Wushang forbade me to say it. "

Ye Xiyue stood aside, her heart trembling again and again, she clenched her fists as she watched Feng Yunran crying.

Feng Yunran put all the responsibility on Xue Wushang?

She framed Xue Wushang?

With the way Feng Wu was ruthless to Xue Wushang everywhere, Ye Xiyue couldn't imagine what kind of pain would be added to Xue Wushang's body next.

Sure enough, after Feng Wuzai heard Feng Yunran's words, his whole body was terribly domineering, "Come here, call Xue Wushang to this king."

It didn't take a moment for Xue Wushang to arrive at the Golden Palace.

As soon as he stepped into the Golden Palace, Feng Wu's splitting palm landed directly on Xue Wushang's shoulder blades, Xue Wushang was blown away from a distance, and fell down on the white jade steps.

Feng Wu stood in the golden hall and shouted coldly: "Climb in!"

Ye Xiyue clenched her fists, why didn't Xue Wushang resist?Why?
Feng Yunran sat on the ground, watching this scene, tears fell even more fiercely.

very scary.

Xue Wushang shook his body, stood up, did not climb in, but walked in step by step.

Feng Wu's eyes were gloomy, and she dragged her golden gauze dress, and slowly approached Xue Wushang, "Don't climb, do you?"

Her hand landed on Xue Wushang's shoulder, exactly where she had hurt him just now, her nails were like knives, piercing deeply into his skin, blue blood mixed with the red clothes, flowing out, the red and The interweaving of blue is shocking...

At this moment Ye Xiyue finally understood why Xue Wushang loved to wear red clothes.

Not because he likes blood, but because he is often rendered by blood. Blood stained in white clothes is not bright enough, while blood stained in red clothes can stimulate people's vision. Red and blue are intertwined. deep in his memory.

He's faking, he's supporting...

Ye Xiyue couldn't bear to watch this scene, so she quietly turned her eyes away, why did Xue Wushang never resist in Feng Wu's hands?

What prompted Xue Wushang to be so jealous of Feng Wu?

Since he doesn't love Xue Wushang, why does Feng Wu still regard Xue Wushang as his son?
Feng Wu's nails dug deep into his flesh and bones, Xue Wushang's face was already pale, but he remained silent, his eyes calm like a pool of stagnant water.

Feng Yunran sat on the ground, covered her mouth, and sobbed.

"Xue Wushang, why didn't you let Feng Yunran tell this king about Huang Junye's coming to the imperial capital? What are you trying to hide? Ye Xiyue has already come, right? You all want to protect her one by one. no?"

Xue Wushang's lips were pale, and she sneered and asked, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Xue Wushang, why are you pretending to be confused, you told Ran'er not to tell me about Huang Junye's arrival in the imperial capital, right?"

"Whether it is or not, haven't you already chosen to believe in Feng Yunran? Why bother to ask?"

"Presumptuous!" Feng Wu's voice turned cold, clasped his shoulder with five fingers, and twisted it hard.

Ye Xiyue could almost hear the sound of flesh twisting.

Xue Wushang remained silent, and more blue blood dripped down.

Ye Xiyue could hardly bear it, her eyes turned cold.

Xue Wushang had already noticed it, and closed her eyes slightly, signaling her not to act rashly.

Ye Xiyue's hands clenched into fists were trembling, she really couldn't take it anymore!
(End of this chapter)