Abandoned daughter by a genius doctor: King Leng's favorite concubine

Chapter 602 It's love, it dyes the heart red
It was completely dark, and Ye Lingxi didn't leave. She didn't cry or make a fuss. She just stood there quietly. Scenes of the past kept flashing in her mind, and finally she returned to calm, and there was nothing left.

It turned out that this was what he called taking care of her for the rest of his life. He still remembered that in Weishui City, he asked her if she wanted to be with him for the rest of her life, and she asked back if she wanted to, and he firmly answered her yes.

Now those promises are like a joke, ridiculously disgusting.

She doesn't know what she did wrong, and now she doesn't want to know, since he is so heartless, why should she pester him endlessly.

After standing here for so long today, she did her best for this love. From now on, she will never have anything to do with the man inside.

What he said was right, her infatuation was truly a mistake!

Forget it, the big revenge has not been avenged, why bother to talk about the private relationship between the children, it is serious to concentrate on doing what you have to do!

Ye Lingxi turned around resolutely, but her hands and feet were a little stiff because she maintained one movement for too long, she fell to the ground in embarrassment, Hongyu Yingchun quickly helped her up.

"Miss, how are you?"

It was only then that Ye Lingxi felt powerless all over, and her eyes turned black. She shook her head to force herself to wake up, not wanting to be so helpless in his territory.

"I'm fine, Hongyu Yingchun, help me back."

"Okay, miss, let's go."

Yingchun couldn't help crying again: "Miss, the prince is ruthless and ungrateful. Let's never talk to him again. Miss deserves better."

Ye Lingxi was silent and did not speak, and with Hongyu Yingchun's support, she staggered away step by step.

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The autumn wind was rustling, there was no sunshine, and the yard was bone-chillingly cold. The prince of their family sat in the yard all afternoon without moving an inch. His hands were also bloody and bloody from the fragments of the teacup. It is conceivable how much the prince's heart is. pain!

Others don't know what's going on, but they all know it very well, so they feel even more distressed for the prince who has been burdened with all kinds of things, and they don't know if there is any possibility for the prince and Miss Ye in the future.

A guard ran over in a hurry, said a few words in Zhongmang's ear and then retreated. Zhongmang stepped forward and said respectfully, "My lord, Miss Ye has left."

"Going away?" His heart suddenly ached, as if something important had disappeared, and he grabbed it subconsciously, but what he could hold was just a mass of illusory things.

He knew that he was lost, and she must have hated him to the core, and would never return to his side.

That's okay, so she is safe, and that person has no reason to hurt her anymore.

"My lord, it's windy outside, go back to the house earlier."

Ye Lingxi didn't leave, and none of them dared to ask him to go back to the house. They knew that the prince would accompany Miss Ye. If Miss Ye didn't leave, he would be blowing in the wind. The prince clearly knew that his current body It is absolutely not only able to blow the wind, he is punishing himself!

"Zhongmang, what did the guard say, did she cry when she left?"

Zhong Mang said with some hesitation: "Miss Ye, she may have been standing for a long time, and she fell when she was walking, but luckily she didn't hurt anyone, Hongyu Yingchun is following, the prince can rest assured."

"Fall!" Mu Li was worried and stood up abruptly, her whole body froze.

"My lord, what's wrong with you!" Zhong Mang hurriedly stepped forward to help him, but Mu Li's throat was sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which stained the desk in front of him red.

　Mouqi: Poor, you vomited blood, you must be guilty.

　　A certain poor: I was pissed off by you. If the little fairies ask to change the hero because of this, I will kill you.

　　Mouqi: I... Forget it, a little fairy said that small theaters are easy to dance, so I won't say it.

　　A certain poor: Then you still write!
　　Mouqi: No way, I have nowhere to put my talent. In the next book, I want to write something funny, um, so it’s decided!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)