Prosperous Concubine

Chapter 323: Hair Like Snow (1)
"What's the matter with you?" After Mu Yutang finished asking, she suddenly noticed a breath floating in the air, if there was nothing there, it was a very familiar murderous look: "There are people killing people nearby."

Mu Yutang opened the curtain and saw the An Mansion not far away at a glance. The sound of fierce fighting came with the wind, and there were arrows flying back and forth over the An Mansion: "An accident happened to An Mofeng and Princess An .”

Xiao Qingyu hummed lightly, dropped the book, stretched out his arms to hold Mu Yutang in his arms, led her out of the car, jumped into the air, and looked down.

An Mofeng stood on a rockery, looking down upon the few assassins, his sleeves puffed up slightly, and between his fingers, he shot out a powerful shot that killed all the men in black nearby. Concubine An held a long sword, Cut off the flying feather arrows one by one.

Prince An was covering his chest with his hands, his face was pale, fine beads of sweat ooze from his forehead, he either chopped down the long sword, or killed the man in black. There were a lot of men in black lying on the ground, and the fight was coming to an end.

Concubine An and An Mofeng are all safe and sound, Mu Yutang secretly heaved a sigh of relief, just about to let Xiao Qingyu fall to the ground, but saw two sharp arrows flying out, Xiao Qingyu's eyes sank, he snapped the sharp arrow, and shot with force Entering the dark place, wiped away the lurking man in black, and startled two bloody red lines.

At the same time, another sharp arrow flew out of the darkness and shot straight at the three of them.

"Be careful!" Concubine An was startled, she swung her sword and cut off the middle of the feather arrow, the rear end of the feather arrow fell to the ground, but the tip of the arrow in front kept going straight into Concubine An's chest...

Everything happened between lightning and flint, so fast that people had no time to react.

"Mother!" An Mofeng turned pale with fright, snapped his fingers and killed the archery assassin, then lightly came to Princess An with his toes, stretched out his hand to support her crumbling body, looked at the blood oozing from her chest, and felt heartbroken like a knife Hang, and shouted in the direction of the pharmacy: "Doctor, doctor, come and save me..."

The healed wound of Prince An split open, there was blood on his chest, and the sharp pain, he ignored it completely, and after beheading the black-clothed assassin, he hurried over and looked at Princess An's pale face, with inexplicable emotions rising in his heart : "A Ling."

"Fufu doctor...fufu doctor..." An Mofeng didn't understand medical skills, and shouted anxiously, a white robe flashed in front of his eyes, and it was Xiao Qingyu who fell to the ground. His eyes lit up, as if he had caught a life-saving straw: " Xiao Qingyu, come and help my mother look at the injury."

Xiao Qingyu strode up to Princess An, saw the sharp arrow piercing through her chest and exiting from her back, the blood stained a large piece of clothing, a dark light flashed in her eyes, and said softly: "The arrow missed a bit, The treatment was timely, and there was no serious problem, but there was a huge poison on the arrow, and the blood sealed the throat."

An Mofeng was startled, a look of shock appeared in his eyes, the arrow was poisonous, how could this be?
Looking down at Princess An, the blood on her chest turned black, and her pale lips also turned a voluptuous purple. The poison of wind and blood sealing the throat, if injected into the human body, is a dead end, and there is no cure.

He looked up at the sky, his eye circles instantly turned red, his mother only had [-] days to live, why was God so cruel, and didn't even give her these [-] days?

"Feng'er, don't cry." Princess An weakly fell into his arms, gently raised her hand to wipe away the overflowing tears for him, her eyes were as kind as ever: "You should be happy for me, because I am finally dying Before, I went to the battlefield again..."

"Mother!" An Mofeng's tears rolled in her eyes, and she tried her best not to shed them. Her mother is a daughter of the general family. She has practiced martial arts since she was a child. She likes to wield swords and kill enemies on the battlefield. That imperial decree ruined her dream and her lifelong happiness.

Concubine An's pale hand caressed An Mofeng's face, with a cordial smile on the corner of her mouth, her voice was weak and feeble: "These years with you are the happiest days for mother, Feng'er, after mother leaves, please take care of yourself." take care……"

She couldn't choose her origin, she couldn't choose her husband, she became a victim of peace between the two countries, and she was married to someone who was not a human being, but God gave her a filial son, so she was still happy!
"Mom!" An Mofeng's voice was choked up, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

The blue sky is clear and clear. Looking at the blue sky and white clouds, she seems to be returning to the red flowers and green grass, galloping on a fast horse, seeing men and women in pairs, watching butterflies in pairs, so chic and wanton , so young, I don't know how to feel sad...

A charming smile bloomed from the corner of her mouth, Princess An stopped breathing!

"Mother!" An Mofeng called her loudly, shaking her, unable to control herself in grief: "Mother, wake up, mother, wake up..."

Princess An smiled quietly, but could no longer answer him.

"A Ling!" Prince An squatted in front of her, looking at her smiling face, his heart suddenly seemed to be hit hard by something, and the blood on his pale face faded. He has always disliked his princess, but why did he look at her? She died in front of him, and he felt unspeakable grief in his heart.

She reached out her hand to close her smiling eyes, but An Mofeng slapped her back. She glared at him fiercely, gnashing her teeth and roaring, "Get out, you killed my mother, you don't deserve to touch my mother."

Prince An looked into his furious eyes, moved his lips, but couldn't utter a word. He didn't know that someone wanted to assassinate him. He came to An Mansion just to care for them, compensate them, and slowly win back their hearts. , I didn't expect that his arrival would bring disaster to Ah Ling, causing his son to lose his mother: "I'm sorry!"

"I'm sorry? Do you think a word of sorry can erase all your faults?" An Mofeng looked at him and smiled mockingly: "Those black-clothed assassins are going to kill you, why is it my mother? Not you?"

The hysterical roar pierced his ears and reached his heart. Prince An's body trembled in shock, and he looked at him in a daze: "You hate me that much?" His own son, he wished him to die!
An Mofeng looked at him coldly, and gritted his teeth: "I hate you forever!"

If Prince An was struck by lightning, he collapsed to the ground. He came to An Mansion to make up for them, to make atonement for them. If possible, he would help Ah Ling suck out the toxin and die for Ah Ling. I only hope that their mother and son can forgive him and accept him. he.

But those black-clothed assassins killed Ah Ling, and Mo Feng hated him to the bone. He would never call him his father again in this life. He lost his own son forever.

Gusts of breeze blew past and penetrated into the skin. Prince An was cold to the bone. He knew that he had done something wrong, believed in the wrong person, and seriously hurt the hearts of Mo Feng's mother and son. He just wanted to atone for his sins, and with his wife, The son lives together, God may not fulfill him, but how can he treat him so cruelly?
His heart was cut into pieces by a sharp knife, and he couldn't control the pain. With the overwhelming regret in his eyes and the despair of the world, his black hair turned white inch by inch, just like the ice and snow on the mountain that day that would not melt for a thousand years.

(End of this chapter)