The sturdy favorite concubine: the remnant king is coming to the bowl

Chapter 219 Disfiguring her face and causing her to be humiliated

After the words fell, Feng Qianya squinted at the Hongluan sword in her hand, and the smile on her lips bloomed seductively. She stood up lazily, walked to Si Yunyan, and used the sharp sword Provoking her jaw, "I rarely do it myself, but congratulations, you won the third prize."

"Ya'er...how do you want to deal with her? Let me do it." Wearing a mask, Xuanyuan Mochen walked up to Feng Qianya, stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, staring at her with downcast eyes, with a gentle tone.

Seeing this, Si Yunyan showed doubts and contempt in her cold eyes, "Feng Qianya, you are actually another man behind Brother Chen's back...You bitch, what qualifications do you have to be Brother Chen's concubine?"

Feng Qianya came out of Xuanyuan Mochen's arms, raised her eyebrows and looked at Si Yunyan, couldn't help but yawned, and stared at her with sleepy eyes, "So sleepy..."

Speaking of this, a smoldering look flashed in her eyes, and her eyes froze, "Capon, it's time to receive the gift."

After saying that, she turned her wrist, and the Hongluan sword in her hand struck Si Yunyan's alluring face, and the bright red blood oozed out instantly, which was particularly dazzling on her fair face.

"Ah..." Si Yunyan screamed, her eyes widened, and she stared at Feng Qianya in disbelief, "You... bitch, what did you do? You ruined my appearance... no..."

Feng Qianya raised her eyebrows, covered her mouth and yawned again, staring at her in a dazed way, with a lazy tone, "Don't shout for now, save some strength, there are more in the future, don't make your voice hoarse."

The corners of her lips formed a bewitching arc, Feng Qianya turned her wrist, and slashed at Si Yunyan's face again, before Si Yunyan could scream out, she slashed the third sword, the fourth...

She didn't stop until Si Yunyan's alluring face was covered with bloodstains everywhere.

"Ah... ah... no... my face... my face..."

With blood all over her face, Si Yunyan screamed hoarsely like a ghost. At this moment, every bloodstain on her face was wide open, and flesh and blood could be seen.

Glancing at her whose appearance was ruined, Feng Qianya glanced back at Xuanyuan Mochen, who was sitting quietly admiring her dealing with Si Yunyan, stepped forward with graceful steps, and she sat down on his lap Put her slender arms around his neck, and put her pink lips behind his ears, "Baby, I'll leave the rest to you. We'll retaliate with an eye and throw her to the beggar's den. After tonight, tomorrow morning, we'll see you again." Inform her third elder brother to fetch someone."

After saying that, she got off his lap, turned directly onto the bed, closed her eyes, and said lazily, "I'm sleepy, I'll go to sleep first."

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Mochen put a doting smile on his brows and eyes, lowered his head and pressed a kiss on her lips, then got up and walked towards Si Yunyan who was screaming in pain, his eyes were cold and cold, "How dare you attack Ya'er?" , I can't wait to tear your corpse into thousands of pieces."

After saying that, Xuanyuan Mochen clicked on her dumb acupoint, and carried her out of the room.

When Xuanyuan Mochen came back, Feng Qianya was already sound asleep. He took off his robe, lay down beside her, stretched out his long arms, took her into his arms, and fell asleep hugging her.

The two slept soundly until dawn, while Si Yunyan was bullied by beggars all night.

Early the next morning, Si Yunyi of Fengcenge received an anonymous letter informing him to go to the beggar's den.

When Si Yunyi arrived at the beggar's den, Si Yunyan was lying naked on the grass-covered ground, not only her face was covered with blood, her body was also bright red, and there were not many intact places.

As for the beggars who insulted her, they had already gone out to beg.

Si Yunyi clenched his fists, staring at Si Yunyan who was lying on the messy ground in disbelief, with wide eyes and a dull expression.

Heartbroken in his dark eyes, he immediately took off his outer robe, stepped forward and put it on her body, and hugged her, his big white hands stroked the black hair she had let loose to cover her face behind her ears, and reflected What was in his eyes was an extremely ugly face that had been destroyed.

His black eyes were reddish, mist filled with distressed eyes, and he asked distressedly: "Yan'er, you... your face, tell third brother, who ruined your appearance? Yan'er, who is it?" The third brother swears that he will avenge you."

No matter how Si Yunyi asked Si Yunyan, she was like a puppet, her eyes were wide open, her gaze was dull, neither happy nor angry, she was silent, like a vegetable.

Seeing this, Si Yunyi felt even more distressed, hugged Si Yunyan tightly, and swore in his heart that he would avenge her.

He brought Si Yunyan back to Shengqing Palace, and immediately asked the imperial doctor in the palace to heal the wound on his face.

And Feng Qianya didn't wake up until the third pole of the daily race.

Xuanyuan Mochen got up and left long ago. Seeing that she woke up, Tong'er immediately washed her up and told her what happened this morning.

She had no memory of Si Yunyan's ecstasy yesterday.

"Miss, almost all the imperial doctors in the palace went to Fengcen Pavilion early this morning, what happened?" Tong'er who was combing Feng Qianya's hair said suspiciously.

Hearing this, Feng Qianya raised her crescent eyebrows lightly, her apricot eyes stared at the lovely girl in the bronze mirror, a gorgeous smile appeared on the corners of her lips, and she asked in a calm tone, "How is Concubine Lian?"

Tong'er paused, and then said: "Concubine Lian is dead. I heard from Fengying that she committed suicide by biting her tongue out of shame and anger. Her body is still hanging at the back door of the palace."

Hearing that Tong'er said that Concubine Lian was dead, Feng Qianya narrowed her almond eyes, and was about to say that she would put someone down for burial, when the door was pushed open, and An Lingyi walked in hurriedly.

"Ya'er..."

For the first time, Feng Qianya heard a trace of anger in An Ling Yifeng's tone.

Is he angry?

Squinting her eyes, Feng Qianya raised her eyebrows and glanced at An Ling Yifeng, who was dressed in white clothes like snow, she saw his picturesque eyebrows deeply frowned, his brows were tightly knit, and his lips with beautiful lip line were light. Sipping, a hint of displeasure appeared on his previously expressionless face.

"An... Young Master Anling..." When Tong'er saw An Ling Yifeng, who was so handsome and astonishingly beautiful, her tongue tied up, and her three souls went to her six souls.

Compared to Tong'er's shock, Feng Qianya seemed quite calm. She had long been immune to Xuanyuan Mochen's breathtakingly handsome face every day. , she was still interested in the unfathomable Xuanyuan Mochen, who was sometimes gentle, sometimes domineering, and sometimes calm as water.

"You came to see me for something?" Feng Qianya asked in a flat tone, raising her eyebrows and looking at An Ling Yifeng.

An Lingyifeng walked up to Feng Qianya, stretched out his hand and pulled her up from the sitting position, staring at her with clear and pure eyes, and said very seriously: "Ya'er...God has the virtue of being good at life. , that girl killed herself yesterday by biting her tongue, can you let me go and let her go?"

Hearing "Heaven has the virtue of good life" in his mouth, the corners of Feng Qianya's lips twitched slightly, and her almond eyes narrowed into a line. Now she feels more and more like Monkey King, and An Ling Yifeng is the one who cultivates with hair Tang monk.

Raising her eyebrows and staring at him, she raised her pink lips lightly, "You came here just because of that girl?"

"Exactly!" An Ling Yifeng nodded solemnly, and was about to give a lecture, but was interrupted by Feng Qianya.

"I know what to do." Looking sideways at An Ling Yifeng at a 45-degree angle, Feng Qianya glanced at Tong'er who was dazed by the side, and raised her lips and said, "Tong'er, let Fengying release Lian's side." Concubine, I can be buried by the way."

"Yes!" Tong'er came back to her senses and responded, then went out of the room and immediately went to notify Fengying.

Seeing Feng Qianya being so "reasonable", An Ling Yifeng smiled the most sincerely from his heart on his handsome face, stared at her with clear and pure eyes, and happily held her slender jade-like hands, "Ya'er, you are so kind."

"Pfft..." Feng Qianya chuckled, almost spat out a mouthful of blood, the corners of her lips twitched, she thought she was shocking enough, but she didn't expect An Ling Yifeng's words to be more shocking than her Shocked, he actually praised her for being kind?
She never felt that the word "kindness" had anything to do with her.

An Ling Yifeng is really too kind and innocent, he is the brightest and purest pearl in the world, without a speck of dust.

Such a pure man should not come to the world, he should stay in the sky, the world will make him stained with dust.

"What are you doing?" Xuanyuan Mochen, who came in in a wheelchair, saw An Lingyi holding Feng Qianya's hands, and the two seemed to be looking at each other affectionately, causing Xuanyuan Mochen's chest to burst into anger , straight to the top of the head, those phoenix eyes burning with anger wished to burn An Ling Yifeng to ashes.

Hearing Xuanyuan Mochen's angry voice, Feng Qianya glanced sideways at him, with a slight smile on her lips, and said in a flat tone: "What else can I do? Of course it's about love, love, yes Right, Yifeng?"

An Ling Yifeng, on the other hand, had a hint of doubt in his eyes, staring at her closely, "Ya'er, what is love?"

Hearing this, Feng Qianya almost staggered and fell, An Ling Yifeng is really pure, she raised her eyebrows and looked at him, and smiled, "I will teach you what love is when I have time..."

"Feng Qianya, dare you." Xuanyuan Mochen roared extremely unsteadily when he heard the words, and the two of them arrived in front of Feng Qianya in an instant with the wheelchair, and then stretched out their long arms to wrap around Feng Qianya's slender waist, He flew directly to the bed with her in his arms, and let go of the brocade curtain.

When An Ling Yifeng saw this, his chest was stuffy and uncomfortable, he stared at the scattered brocade tent, then frowned, turned around and left the room.

He is pure in heart, but he is by no means a fool. At this time, he subconsciously knows that he should leave.

He has a higher understanding than anyone else, but he is just a newcomer to the world and doesn't understand love.

Inside the brocade tent, Xuanyuan Mochen's light brown eyes full of anger stared at her fiercely. As soon as he left, she would "talk about love" with other men. Did she insist on forcing him to hide her? ?
She wrapped her slender arms around his neck, her apricot eyes were dyed with a little warmth, she looked closely at his handsome face, and raised her lips to ask: "How is the arrangement to attack Jiluo Mountain? One more thing, baby Didn't tell me, where is the lower part of the Yin Yang Xuan Tian Jue? I believe the baby must have investigated it."

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Mochen's heart was moved, his phoenix eyes looked at her emotionally, and a smile appeared on his handsome face. She still remembered these things, and remembered that the poison he was poisoned could only be cured by Yin Yang Xuan Tian Jue.

She has always been thinking about him in her heart, how can she not let him be moved?
Xuanyuan Mochen's phoenix eyes were dyed with an ambiguous color, and the hot eyes of more than one thousand watts stared at her closely, with a sexy and charming voice, "Ya'er, the attack on Jiluo Mountain has been arranged, the lower part of Yin Yang Xuan Tian Jue In the hands of Yu Xiaohan."

Feng Qianya smiled, glanced at him, turned over and got off the bed, raised her lips and said, "Honey, since the arrangements have been made, let's go first and set off to attack Jiluo Mountain, and then look for Yu Xiaohan."

After saying that, Feng Qianya turned around gracefully, and walked out of the room with the most graceful steps.

Out of the room, Feng Qianya happened to meet Fengying and Tong'er who had returned from handling Concubine Lian's body, and asked them to notify Xuanyuan Liluo and Anling Yifeng to go to Mount Jiluo together.

This time, she must level Jiluo Mountain.

The last time the ghost-faced man knocked her off the cliff, she said that if she didn't die, she would never let him go.

almost an hour later
A team of nearly 5000 people set off from Shengqing Palace.

Xuanyuan Liluo and Anling Yifeng rode in a carriage, while Fengying and the others rode with the guards.

Xuanyuan Mochen and Feng Qianya are naturally in a carriage, the carriage is luxurious and spacious, and the soft couch is enough for one person to lie down in the carriage.

At this moment, Feng Qianya was resting on the soft couch.

Xuanyuan Mochen, who hadn't eaten "meat" just now, stared at her like a wolf, wanting to swallow her whole.

He squinted at the closed carriage, with evil curves on the corners of his lips, staring at the beautiful woman on the soft couch with fiery eyes, and said in a low and charming voice, "Ya'er, you can't escape."

After saying that, he rushed over, aimed his sexy lips at hers, and kissed her passionately.

(End of this chapter)