Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

Lengfeng took Nangong Beibei to escape the patrol of the guards, and all the way to the Royal Garden, hiding behind the rockery. Lengfeng released her hand.

Nangong Beibei raised her head, just can see Lengfeng's extremely beautiful face outline, lingering and tired, she had copied his face carefully.

Because she doesn't belong here, afraid that she will suddenly return to her own place.

But before she left, the cold wind had forgotten her.

"Do you really have no impression of me?" Nangong Beibei didn't give up and asked in a low voice. Maybe she was different from the ancients.

However, she wanted to let Lengfeng recover her memory anyway, and didn't want to stagger.

At least, she escaped and did not become a prisoner!

"I have no impression of what you said. Even if you really appeared in my life, it's just before. " The cold wind's indifferent exit.

Yes, the emperor should not have too many children's love. What's more, he has too many things to go. Children's love will only hinder him.

Even if he had met the woman in front of him, it was before, but he didn't have the slightest impression now.

Nangong Beibei's face turned pale as soon as his heart ached. "Your name is not Xiao Li. Your name is Lengfeng. Those imperial powers have nothing to do with you. The reason why you have such an identity is that Yunluo wants to use you,; To help her reach the pinnacle of power. "

"Oh, do you think I'll believe you?" The cold wind sneered coldly, as if thinking of something, and then said: "maybe this is just a scam woven by you and Qiushui. Are the means of Southern Xinjiang so inferior?"

"If there is any evidence, just take it out and have a look. Even if you look beautiful, I'm not interested in you at all. It's just a coincidence to save you. Don't follow me. The palace is dangerous. " In the last four words, the sound of Lengfeng's words increased a little.

It's also a kind warning to Nangong Beibei.

Nangong Beibei's internal organs are aching. I can't believe it. These hurtful words are from Lengfeng's mouth.

After so many experiences and many lives at the point of the knife, she just understood what is important and what is not.

But she thinks the important person, actually in the speech again and again indifference, even wants to push her away.

Clearly know that he does not remember her, but her heart is still painful.

Nangong Beibei, no matter how much, quickly kept up with the pace of Lengfeng, stopped his way, held up his face with his hand, and they got close.

She is looking at Lengfeng's eyes, but Lengfeng can't respond to Nangong Beibei's sudden action. However, Lengfeng doesn't want to let Nangong Beibei go, and even feels that there is an attraction

"Your eyes are still so bright, cold wind, how can you forget me?" Nangong Beibei looked at his glazed eyes, and the clarity was normal as usual.

She questioned Leng Feng and herself. How could it be so difficult between her and him?

With that, the hot tears fell down again.

"I'm Xiao Li."

Leng Feng said this sentence firmly, but in the next moment she was tightly encircled by Nangong Beibei. She buried her head in his arms and sobbed: "why aren't you Leng Feng? Feng Ni Ran is dead. Can you still be Feng Ni ran? Lengfeng, when you were in such a cold snowy day, you never gave up on me. How can I give you up... "

She can't give up easily. What should she do if she gives up?

In this world, Lengfeng is her only family. If he doesn't want her, who else will want her?

Nangong Beibei is crying. At that moment, Lengfeng's heart is pulled up inexplicably. Maybe the woman is too agitated to cry.

In his mind, but still did not think of the original past.

"Girl, let go first." Lengfeng stretched out his hand and pulled Nangong Beibei out of his arms, but found that Nangong Beibei's skirt was stained with Yan Red's blood.

However, her face was even pale.

"Are you all right?"

"No... I'm ok..." Nangong Beibei's head was a little dizzy. He just felt that the pain from some parts of his body seemed to tear her apart.

so painful!

Lengfeng also noticed something wrong with Nangong Beibei. She couldn't easily leave Nangong Beibei behind, so she had to hold her up.

The palaces on both sides could not pass, so the cold wind had to go in the direction of the cold palace.

This place has always been the safest place in the imperial palace. Those out of favor concubines will be arranged to live here, but no one in the palace is willing to come to this place.

Lenggong is dark and cold, and Lengfeng doesn't know if there is anyone here.

For the sake of safety, I went in with Nangong Beibei. In the dark corridor, a red lantern swayed slowly.

The faint red light is somewhat gloomy.

And around, no one, he pushed open a door, cold and rotten smell, smell into the nose, cold subconscious frown.

Lengfeng looks around and wants to light up the room, but a faint voice suddenly rings in Lengfeng's ear: "who are you, and is it the Lord who let you live in?"

The voice is pale and long, but it is like a ghost.

What's more, the source of the sound is very close to the cold wind, which shows the white moonlight coming in. What the cold wind can see is that this man has long hair and a shawl. It's not wrong to say that he is a ghost.

Leng Feng's palm is gathering strength, ready to fight the "ghost" in front of him, but the "ghost" suddenly turns around, walks to one side and lights the candle.

The light in the room is flickering, and you can probably see an outline.

The woman standing in front of Lengfeng has long hair and is dressed in white. If it wasn't for that sentence and her action, Lengfeng might really think that she is not human!

"You're not in the womb."

"Ghost" voice suddenly rang up, with questioning, but her eyes look at the cold wind, more is a bit more.

All along, people who live in the cold palace are either injured or mad.

However, the "ghost" in front of us seems to be good. People who can survive in the cold palace have a good character.

"Do you have a quilt or a clean white cloth?" The cold wind opened its mouth to the ghost.

At least a little cold wind is certain, and the "ghost" consciousness is good.