Peerless Moe Concubine: Get the Black Belly of Your Highness

Chapter 703 The Impatient Princess Liuli
Feng Lanyue looked at the blood still bubbling under her body, and rushed out quickly, and after a while, Rong Se walked in quickly.

As soon as Rong Rong came in, he was shocked by the tragic scene in front of him. He quickly squatted down and touched Linglong's wrist, his face became serious.

"Is the child gone?" Feng Lanyue couldn't hide her anxiety.

Nalan Qing's heart skipped a beat, and she glared at Feng Lanyue bitterly. He actually knew that Linglong was pregnant, but he wanted to keep it from her alone.

"No more!" Rong Se shook her head.

Feng Lanyue's face was ashen, she suddenly turned her head and stared at Nalan Qing fiercely, and said, "Is that you? Did you, a bitch, kill Linglong and the child in her belly?" She stretched out her hand He pinched her throat fiercely, and before she could react, Nalan Qing was speechless in pain.

"No, it's not me!" Nalan Qing struggled, her pale face also turned purple-black.

"Stop!" She couldn't stand it anymore, and patted Feng Lanyue's shoulder, which only made his arm numb, and Nalan Qing fell to the side.

"No, it's not me, I didn't do anything!" Nalan Qing coughed hard, almost coughing up her lungs.

"You can't tolerate her, right? You can't tolerate her at all!" Feng Lanyue's stern gaze fell on Nalan Qing.

"I really didn't!" Nalan Qing cried bitterly, covering her face.

"My lord, should we dispose of her body first?" Rong Se frowned.

"Linglong!" Feng Lanyue walked up to her side, looking at her unrepentant eyes, her eyes were full of coldness.

"Go and dig a grave for Linglong!" Feng Lanyue said, looking fiercely at Nalan Qing.

"What?" Nalan Qing's expression changed drastically.

"Isn't she your personal maid? She has been serving you all the time, shouldn't you give her a ride yourself?" Feng Lanyue closed her eyes forcefully and said.

"Yes!" Nalan Qing gritted her teeth and answered.

At this time, there was a sudden clatter of thunder outside.

"My lord, it's going to rain outside!" Rong Se said worriedly.

"So what if it rains? She still has to dig a grave!" Feng Lanyue said ruthlessly.

She glanced at Nalan Qing sympathetically, only to see that her complexion was pale, and people couldn't help feeling pity for her.

"Yes, my lord, Qing'er is going to dig the grave now!" Nalan Qing blessed her body, and then walked out with a blank expression.

The heavy rain poured down, immediately drenching Nalan Qing's body, and she walked towards the mountain regardless.

"My lord!" She glanced at Feng Lanyue.

"Could you help me find some wood, please? I want to make a coffin for their mother and child with my own hands!" Feng Lanyue's heavy eyes fell on Rong Se.

"Okay!" Rong Se nodded, raised her legs and walked out.

It was windy and windy outside, and the inside of the tent looked even more gloomy.

Nalan Qing moved up the mountain step by step, then found a clearing, and dug it up with bare hands. Her delicate fingers made of stone chrome were painful, but after a while of pain, they gradually became numb, and blood flowed from her fingers. It flowed out from the crack, but she didn't regret it.

"Linglong, don't blame me, because you are damned, if I choose again, I will still kill you!" The rain dripped down Nalan Qing's face, and it was no longer clear whether it was rain or tears.

"Miss Nalan, why bother?" A pitiful voice suddenly sounded in the cold rainy night, and he was wearing a black coir raincoat, standing there like a ghost.

"It's you?" Nalan Qing looked at him warily.

"If you kill her, you will still be the one who suffers!" Rong Se said looking into her eyes.

"I don't regret it!" Nalan Qing said decisively.

Rong Rong stared at her for a while, then said softly: "You really look like her!"

"Who are you talking about?" Nalan Qing looked at him puzzled.

"Nalan Ying!" Rong Se said in a deep voice.

Nalan Qing's expression changed, she stared fiercely and said, "Don't mention her, I'm not like her at all!"

"Isn't it unusual to be decisive in doing things? Do you still want to deny it?" Rong Se sized her up.

"That's because she affects my future life, I must kill her!" Nalan Qing sneered.

"The prince almost killed you just now, aren't you afraid?" Rong Se asked her suspiciously.

"He didn't dare. Now, I'm the only one left by his side. Come to think of it, he won't kill me!" Nalan Qing said leisurely.

"But he will never trust you again!" Rong Se said.

"I understand, but as long as I can stay by his side, I don't care about the rest!" Nalan Qing said looking at the heavy rainy night.

Rong Se nodded, and the rainwater flowed down his coir raincoat to the ground.

"Are you here to help me?" Nalan Qing tilted her head and looked at Rong Se.

"If I don't help you, I'm afraid you might not be able to dig out such a grave until tomorrow morning!" Rong Se chuckled.

"Thank you!" Nalan Qing's eyes lit up.

In the early morning of the second day, when Feng Lanyue's coffin was finished, Nalan Qing's grave was also dug. Her palms were completely torn, mixed with mud, and looked terrifying.

"Your hands need to be dealt with as soon as possible, otherwise, they will rot!" Rong Se looked at her anxiously and said.

Nalan Qing stubbornly looked at Feng Lanyue at the side, only to see his focused expression resting on the coffin, without saying a word.

Looking at her anxiously, I saw her eyes, determined and willful.

"Nalan Qing, did you hear me?" Rong Se said again.

"You're too noisy!" Feng Lanyue turned her head to look at her face.

"She's hurt!" Rong Se said urgently.

Feng Lanyue's gaze fell on Nalan Qing's palm, she gave her a cold look and said, "Don't expect to get any comforting words from this king!"

"You!" Nalan Qing clenched her teeth angrily.

"There's nothing wrong with you being angry with him like this!" Rong Se said.

Nalan Qing glanced at Feng Lanyue resentfully, then turned her head and rushed into the rain curtain.

Rong Se followed closely behind her, and when she reached the tent, she helped her treat the wound as soon as possible and bandaged it up.

When Princess Liuli walked in, she happened to see Rong Se bandaging Na Lanqing's wound, and her face sank involuntarily.

"Princess Liuli!" Nalan Qing hurriedly stood up.

"Injured?" Princess Liuli's cold eyes swept over her palm.

"A little injury!" Nalan Qing whispered.

"Slight injury?" Princess Liuli looked at her suspiciously, and suddenly grabbed her hand that hadn't been fully bandaged, and saw blood flow out from the gap between her fingers.

"Ah!" Nalan Qing screamed, her face suddenly turned pale.

(End of this chapter)