deep palace cold girl

Chapter 50

"Then, you don't care about her life?" Feng Yuanhao threatened me by pulling at me.

"It's just a married woman. If one dies, there will be others to replace her. This king doesn't mind if this princess is replaced by someone else!"

At that moment, my heart seemed to be tightly squeezed, and I couldn't breathe in pain. I was completely hurt by such ruthless words!
At that moment, Feng Yuanhao behind him suddenly moved his sword away, pushed me away and fell to the ground.

He looked at me, the sadness in his eyes was very strong, he sneered lowly, very desolate: "You and I are just poor people, I will never be able to kill you..."

He no longer resisted, and was caught without a fight, but was restrained by Luo Yun Tingfeng in the blink of an eye.

With his martial arts, he shouldn't give in so easily, and he doesn't know what he wants to do.After being caught, if you want to escape from this terrifying palace, it may be more difficult than climbing to the sky.

"Please ask Mr. Feng to rest in the dungeon!"

I looked at Feng Yuanhao who was leaving, and understood that his glance back was pity for me, and the sorrow of the same fallen people in the world. I understood the sympathy in Tingfeng's and Luo Yun's eyes, but the only thing I didn't understand was this man in front of me. Man, with a cold heart, why is it so cold?

I seem to be able to understand the reason why Feng Yuanhao was arrested without a fight. Even if Lian Chengzhi made it so clear, he still didn't want to believe Donna's betrayal and stayed, just to prove that he really wanted to.

Man, is it ruthless or sentimental?

Everything returned to silence, Lian Chengzhi was silent with his back to me, not knowing what he was thinking.

But I remembered what he said before he left, and smiled helplessly. Now, it's time to take care of me, right?
What I don't understand is, where did my previous self get so much courage to shout at him angrily, but now I dare not.

I had already made up my mind to die, but at this time the courage to die disappeared without a trace, and I realized that I was cowardly and pitiful.

"Do you hate this king?"

Standing with his back on his back, he seemed to be looking at the dark night sky, and asked faintly.

The smile froze at the corners of his lips, ignoring the pain in his neck, and staring at his back in shock.

"After going through all this, don't you have any hatred in your heart? For this king... what kind of thoughts do you have?"

He turned around, frowned, his eyes were full of confusion and annoyance, and he walked towards me with light steps.

I don't know what he is thinking again, is he thinking of ways to torture me again?I don't want to guess what he's thinking, but I'm really scared of him!

hatred?Sneering in my heart, he would ask me such a stupid question!

I hated him and resented him, but they also pitied him and sympathized with him. When torturing me, he was still struggling with himself, trapped in the past hatred and grief.

Then he felt that this hatred was superfluous, and only annoyed himself, which only caused exhaustion and heartbreak.

After waiting for a while before I could answer, he suddenly smiled, as if laughing at himself, and murmured: "This king is really stupid, it's useless to ask you...Does your wound hurt?"

I was stunned again, at this moment, my surprise has turned into panic. Could it be that he has a fever?

How could he, who was always gloomy and cold, speak in such a soft and cautious tone?Could it be another conspiracy?

Sighing, the series of injuries made me feel a bit overwhelmed. I always felt that every word and every movement of him was a precursor to injury, and I had to be very careful, lest if I didn't pay attention, I would be injured again.

"Could it be that you were frightened stupid by that assassin? Heck, where did the energy of shouting angrily at the king go?"

He snorted coldly, laughed at me, but didn't stop on his feet, walked up to me, and looked down at me condescendingly.

My eyes fell on my bloody neck, my lips were straightened, and I frowned slightly, and then said: "If you let the wound continue like this, you will really die! You should cherish your life and save it for this king. ..."

It seemed that there was an unusual smell in his indifferent tone, but it was too thin and cold, and it disappeared without careful consideration.

Keep it for him?Such provocative words, uttered from his mouth, made me shiver.

Keep it for him so that he can slowly destroy it?Is this what you mean?

Just like that, he stared at me with indifferent eyes mixed with other emotions, and I stared at him with defensive eyes. After an unknown period of time, he suddenly smiled!
It was a smile without conspiracy, without coldness, and without hatred!It was the first time I saw him smiling like this, but it made me tremble, thinking he was really crazy!

"Do you know what you look like now? You look like a hedgehog, but you also look like a rabbit, full of thorns and pitiful..."

With a sigh, he squatted down, looked at me with complicated eyes, lightly touched the wound on his neck with his fingers, and sighed: "My lord... I'm a little tired..."

That tired voice seemed to contain endless vicissitudes, and the hoarse voice could not dissipate for a long time.

"This wound needs to be treated, it will hurt a little, bear with it."

Watching him take out a white vial from his sleeve, pour out a white ointment and wipe it on my neck, I shrank my neck in fright and avoided his fingers.

With wide eyes, what happened to him?What is the purpose of this sudden show of favor?

Seeing my defensive face, he smiled self-deprecatingly, pressed my head firmly, and gently applied the ointment to the wound on my neck.

I frowned uncomfortably from the burning pain, and bit my lip to keep myself from exhaling in pain.Wei Wei raised her eyes and peeked at him secretly, attracted by his expression of concentrating on applying the medicine for me.

If this man hadn't been so cruel and cold, and always had a gloomy face, he would actually be very attractive.

It's no wonder that countless ladies in Yanjing fall in love with him. If I don't know the darkness in his heart, I'm afraid I will be confused by such an appearance.

"What's the matter? Have you been overwhelmed by this king's demeanor?"

His slightly mocking voice sounded in my ears, making me back away in horror, my face burning hot.

Sighing slightly, laughing that she was stunned to see him, did she forget the pain he gave her?
Avoiding the hands he stretched out to help me, I got up with some difficulty, and retreated from his side.

Instead of looking at his slightly painful eyes, he said in a low voice: "My lord, Shang'er is a little tired, my lord should go back and rest earlier!"

(End of this chapter)