The poisonous concubine

Chapter 331 Qianxue and Yanye [2]

"Qianqian..." The change in Feng Duwu's face caused panic to flash in Yan Ye's eyes, and he tightly held her thin shoulders with both hands.

Finally she had a reaction, and she slowly raised her hand to grasp the hand holding her shoulder, trying to brush his hand away, but he stubbornly refused to let go, and a cold and heart-warming voice suddenly sounded: " What, you want to fight me?"

In a word, Yan Ye's body froze, he stared straight at her, and finally she let go of her hand slowly under her cold gaze, and all the emotions were suppressed just now, and he regained that high-spirited No. .1, Emperor Tianhua, whom the world admires, did not look at her: "Qianqian, come back with me, what I promised to give you, I can give you now."

"You promised?" Feng Duwu, no, to be precise, it was Qianxue's obsession, the corners of her lips raised patiently, "What you promised was never what I wanted, Ah Yan, you really Have you understood Qianqian? I want what I want, not what you are willing to give."

"Qianqian, what I owe you, I have given everything I have to you. If you insist on hating me and resenting me, then you will take my life. You saved me back then, today I will finally give you back what I owe you." Return it to you." Yan Ye slowly closed his sparkling eyes.

Qianxue looked at him with a look of lovelessness, and her face became even paler: "I gave everything for you, isn't it worth it for you and me to do something?"

Yan Ye's long curled eyelashes trembled slightly, but he didn't say a word.

Two lines of tears ran across Qianxue's eyes, slid down her snow-sculpted face, and condensed on her chin, which was extraordinarily crystal clear under the sunlight. She smiled softly, and there was a sense of determination in her laughter: "You Do you want to break up with me?"

Yan Ye still didn't speak, but slowly opened his eyes, looking at her with complicated expressions.

"Give me the dragon heir, and there will be no grievances between us from now on, and I will never ask you to give me anything again." Qianxue looked indifferently.

Yan Ye's eyes sank: "What are you going to do?"

"It's not up to you to interfere with what I want to do. If you give me the dragon heir, you won't owe me any more." Qianxue remained the same coldly.

"I really don't owe you any more?" Yan Ye murmured in a daze.

"Yes, you and I owe nothing to each other." Qianxue answered cleanly.

"Okay." Yan Ye collected himself, waved his palm, and a golden light shot out. The little prince was tied by a thread like silk and floated in midair.He handed the silk in his hand to Qianxue, "Qianqian, if you take him away, we will be separated from each other. If you are not my Yan Ye's wife, I will never interfere with you."

Qianxue's outstretched hand was trembling, and finally she took a fixed look at Yan Ye, and when she took away the silk, she closed her eyes, and a crystal teardrop fell down: "From now on... a clean break."

After finishing speaking, she took the little prince by the hand, turned around and ran down quickly.

And Yan Ye turned sideways, watching Qian Xue's figure run away helplessly and with some pity, until he disappeared from his sight, then closed his eyes and sighed softly: "Qianqian, I'm free, when will you be free..."

Qian Renxue ran for a long time before flashing into the space.

"Mother...Mother..." The little prince called out with some uncertainty, he felt that the aura of this woman was specious, a little bit like his mother.

"I'm not your mother." With a flick of Qianxue's wrist, the silk binding the little prince disappeared.

"I thought you had disappeared." Feng Duwu said in the same body.

"This is my last ray of consciousness, hidden in that painting. Back then when he painted for me, I became playful, so I hid a ray of consciousness in the painting. I originally wanted to wait until the day when he Give him a surprise when he looks at another painting." Qianxue said here with a self-deprecating smile, "It's a pity that this painting has never been opened since it was painted..."

"Is it Yan Ye?" Feng Duwu was a little uncertain, she felt that Qianxue's matter was a bit weird, she had already believed that Yan Ye had betrayed her, that Yan Ye had killed her, but now she was a little uncertain.

Qianxue didn't speak, she just said: "Today you owe me another favor, you must avenge me, and... I saved your son today, if Ah Yan is in trouble in the future, you must do your best to save him he!"

After Qian Xue finished speaking, Feng Duwu felt the inexplicable sense of weight in her body disappear, so she called out eagerly: "You haven't told me who your enemy is!"

But no voice replied to her.

Only then did the little crown prince get close to Feng Duwu's side: "Mother..."

Feng Duwu was so softly called by the little prince that her heart softened. She stretched out her hand to wrap him in her arms, stroked his cold eggshell, and looked at him carefully. It seemed that she was not injured or in a bad mood. Only then said distressedly: "Next time you can't scare mother like this."

"Mother, the baby will be fine." The little prince blinked at Feng Duwu from inside the eggshell, "Originally everything happened instantly, but in the Ruo Shui River, the baby felt the direction of the real Dragon Ball, so it didn't happen." Shen exposed himself."

"Have you found the Dragon Ball?" Feng Duwu asked.

"Almost." The little prince gritted his teeth when he mentioned this, "I almost found the Dragon Ball. It's all because of the red ball. I really hate it."

Feng Duwu couldn't help but smile when he heard the little prince Guan Yanye call a ball of red, and said: "Okay, don't be angry, since I almost found it, it will be easier next time."

But the little prince shook his head: "Mother, Dragon Ball is spiritual. This time, the power of a ball of red has startled it. Although it can't jump out of the weak water river, it will hide again." Saying this, the little prince hated it again. Hatefully said, "Hmph, let him have to lose the dragon ball that the palace general got, and poison him to death!"

"You gave him the fake Dragon Ball?" Feng Duwu raised his eyebrows.

"The fake dragon balls didn't fool him at all. Fortunately, the real dragon balls appeared in time, so they didn't arouse his suspicion." The little prince snorted, "When my son was trying to grab the dragon balls from him, my son beat him with what my mother gave me. Otherwise, how could he catch the child?"

"You've killed one thousand enemies, and you've lost eight hundred!" Feng Duwu immediately understood what had happened, and couldn't help but grimace, "Did you forget mother? Don't you know that mother will be worried if you are arrested? "

The little prince was reprimanded so that he lowered his head slowly, a little afraid to look up at Feng Duwu, pointing to his finger: "Mother, I know I was wrong, because I frightened the Dragon Clan away, I became impulsive in a moment of anger, I thought about it." He was poisoned, and there is nothing he can do if he catches the boy, and the boy can still watch him get poisoned, so...so I didn't think so much..."

Feng Duwu looked at the son who bowed his head and admitted his mistake, and couldn't help sighing. He was still a child, and it was normal to have such a childlike innocence and temperament. She couldn't demand too much from him just because he was smart and had the inheritance of the dragon clan.

(End of this chapter)