The sickly prince is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 292 If You Don't Go, I'll Go By Myself...Ah!

At the moment when her waist was hugged, Feng Qingcheng reflexively wanted to back away, but her hands were clenched even tighter.

"What's going on here?"

Feng Qingcheng's face was pale, she was panting slightly, and her waist-length hair was messily scattered on her shoulders, looking a little embarrassed.

When she heard a familiar male voice from above her head, she grabbed the sleeve of the man's brocade robe and said urgently, "Quick! Save Zhao Wan'er!"

Cang Yanwei looked down at her weak appearance, and his eyes tightened, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Human life is at stake, Feng Qingcheng has neither the energy nor the time to explain to him, he just kept urging, "Go to Feng Qingyin's room! Zhao Wan'er is in danger!"

Cang Yanlei had some doubts in her heart, but in the end she followed her wishes, "Okay, I will go and have a look."

However, as soon as he let go of his hand holding her, Feng Qingcheng's body shook, as if she was on the verge of falling.

Fortunately, the man had quick eyesight and quick hands, and helped her stabilize again. His eyes scanned her from top to bottom, and finally fixed on the back of her right hand.

The wound opened by Feng Qingyin was no longer bleeding, but the dark red blood on the wound was in stark contrast to the fair skin.

The man's eyes froze, and the expression between his brows suddenly sank three points, "Are you injured?"

Feng Qingcheng shook her head, "I'm fine, go to Feng Qingyin's room!"

Zhao Wan'er is indeed hateful, but death is not a crime, she can't just watch Feng Qingyin kill innocent people indiscriminately!

Cang Yanlai stood still, holding her injured hand, and asked in a deep voice, "How did your hand hurt?"

"Don't worry about me, if you don't go there, it might be too late!" Feng Qingcheng was very anxious. Seeing that the man was indifferent to Zhao Wan'er's life and death, she gritted her teeth, turned around and walked back, "If you don't go, I'll go by myself...ah!"

Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly lightened up, and was hugged horizontally by the man.

What's wrong with hugging this man when he doesn't agree with each other?

Feng Qingcheng frowned, and called him by name, "Cang Yanli, what are you doing? Let me down?"

Cang Yanlei lowered his head to meet her gaze, and said calmly, "One is that the hall will carry you to go together, and the other is that the hall will let you down, and you go there by yourself. Choose one of the two."

Even if she turned back like this now, she would not be able to rescue Zhao Wan'er. This man made such two boring choices, obviously because he was sure that she had no choice.

Feng Qingcheng bit her lips, she really didn't want to talk to him, but thinking of Zhao Wan'er's life being in danger, she didn't lose her temper, and replied in a muffled voice, "I'll choose one."

Cang Yanlu hooked his thin lips, and said lightly, "Since the princess wants me to hug you, then I will carry you there."

Feng Qingcheng, "..."

He was so angry that he lost his temper at all. It was obviously the choice he forced her to make, yet he had the nerve to lick his face and blame her.

I really don't know what this guy's face is made of, it's thicker than a city wall!
Cang Yanwei joked with her, but he did not slack in his feet, and soon walked to the door of Feng Qingyin's boudoir.

He glanced down at her and raised his eyebrows, "Zhao Wan'er is really here?"

He didn't have a deep impression of Zhao Wan'er, he only vaguely remembered that this woman was kicked out of his palace.

As a concubine who made a mistake and was abandoned, why did she appear in the boudoir of the second lady of Fengfu?

This is indeed intriguing.

"Yes!" Feng Qingcheng nodded, stretched out her hand and pushed open the door of the boudoir.

The light came in from the door, and when she saw the scene inside, Feng Qingcheng's pupils shrank, and even her back tensed up!
　Three shifts~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)