Chapter 298

A group of straw bags must be the momentum created by Yirong in order not to let them in. Such a little movement scared them like this. It's really useless!

But then, suddenly everything calmed down. There seemed to be something dull in the air. There was a kind of uneasiness brewing in it. Yiyun suddenly had a bad premonition. She was at the door, far from the inside. She rushed in. Before she got inside, she heard the scream and fear.

"Lord, Lord."

"Come on, someone assassinated the Lord."

"Come on, someone killed the Lord..."

Yiyun's body was so frightened that he almost bumped into a jade vase with two ears and broken branches on one side. His face suddenly turned pale like snow. Wang Ye, Wang Ye, there was an accident... On the big bed in the room, Feng Juelei lay on his back with blood all over his body. On the ground in front of the bed, there was a woman dressed as a maid, staring at the air with her eyes open, The blood flowed out of her and flowed to the door. On the base of the screen, it had been stained with blood... The ink snow pupil trembled uncontrollably and flustered. The bloody face of the maid named Yirong seemed to be in front of her, almost reflexively and fiercely opened her eyes.

"Tong'er, don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. It's a dream. I'm here." There was a familiar voice in her ear. The lazy voice was no longer casual, with some pity she could feel. The faint man's breath and his unique fragrance penetrated into her heart. The flustered heart was comforted by the gentle care of the low voice.

She subconsciously hugged Feng Jue Ran's waist, with an uncontrollable tremble in her voice, as if to seek comfort and complain wrongly: "that man, that woman is going to kill me."

"Tong'er is right. She wants to kill you. We naturally want to kill her. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's all over." Feng Jue ran hugged her and gently patted her on the back to calm her mood.

Seeing her standing there so helpless and fragile, her white face with the breath of despair, and her hand holding the sword trembled, but stabbed it firmly. At that moment, the string in his heart was almost broken, and the fierceness was revealed from his always romantic and enchanting eyes. If he was a little late, his pupil would... Feng Jue ran didn't dare to think about it!

Xu was comforted by Feng Jue Ran's gentle and quiet voice. Mo Xuetong raised her head. There was only fragility and helplessness in her eyes. Everything in front of her was clear. This was her own room. Feng Jue ran sat beside her. There was no Feng Jue Lei, no murder, and no plan. She was out of danger!

She finally didn't have to die, and her father finally didn't have to face up to the king of Yan. What happened to Feng Juelei had nothing to do with herself. A feeling of rebirth after robbery made her tears uncontrollable for a moment. Such despair and situation, even though she was a man for two generations and her heart was as hard as iron, she couldn't accept that she actually killed someone for a moment.

Kill a man who doesn't even see his face clearly!

"Don't be afraid, she should die. If she doesn't die, you will die, and your father will be implicated!" The soft voice of Feng Jue ran was in her ear, soothing her mood, making her relax a little bit, and the panic subsided slowly. Just now, when she saw Feng Jue ran, people fainted as soon as they relaxed.

"Is king Yan okay?" Close his eyes and let him hold himself tightly in his arms. The temperature on his body passed to her through his clothes, as if sweeping away the ice and fear in her heart. She asked weakly after a half ring.

"What can he do? He's scared at most. He doesn't care about the life of a maid. He's going into the palace to cry to his father."

Crying, it means nothing. Go to Zong Wendi to cry, which means he knows who hurt him. He can't deal with him for the moment. He ran to Zong Wendi to complain, which means it has nothing to do with his father.

"Is it the king of Chu?" The head of Mo Xuetong unconsciously leaned against him, relieved, and the brain slowly recovered its calmness.

"Elder brother, it's very good to play chess. He threw you on the third brother's bed. After the incident, he not only forced your father to him, but also made me angry with the third brother." Feng Jue ran a faint way, as if he were talking about other people's affairs. But there was a little more cold hostility at the bottom of his handsome eyes. No one dared to touch his woman. No one can think of it.

"How did you find me?" Mo Xuetong pushed him away, sat on the bed, touched his head with one hand, closed his eyes and asked.

"You suddenly disappeared. You are so fierce that I can't notice for a moment. In the state of Qin, there are only my two brothers. The third brother has a dinner at night, but the eldest brother is not in the house. I heard that the third brother has the habit of washing, drying and wrapping beauties, so I came to have a look. Sure enough, I saw you there." What he said was very casual, as if he had just met him inadvertently.

Mo Xuetong felt his fear at that time from the nervous and flustered appearance he had never seen when he saw himself! Tears welled up at the bottom of his eyes. It turned out that there are people in the world who really care about themselves. They didn't seek it by themselves, nor was Sima Lingyun's seemingly good but actually completely indifferent attitude in his last life.

At that moment, she was desperate, but saw his beautiful and enchanting eyes, which gave her hope inexplicably. It seemed that as long as he was around him, everything would be solved, and everything could be solved. She bit her lips and tears fell, but she showed some smile on her face, sucked her nose, and her mood was a little happy. Warmth surged from her heart, diluting her panic.

"What's the matter? Cry and laugh. Don't make your own decision when you encounter dangerous situations in the future. Wait for me to save you. Trust me!" Feng Jue Ran's words are very low and light, but it makes it more difficult for Mo Xuetong's tears to come up with themselves. In her previous life, she burned herself. She thought she would be ruthless again in this life.

At the order of her father, she married a proper husband, not for wealth and glory, but for peace, or the husband still had one or two rooms, concubines, or she would give birth to one or two children, but only for herself, if she didn't move, her heart wouldn't hurt. Even later, Feng Jue ran wanted to marry herself, she vaguely responded.

It is also for self-protection. Her mother's strange death and a series of subsequent events make her feel difficult to protect herself. She must ask for stronger protection before she can avenge her mother and herself. Therefore, she promised that Feng Jue ran also had her own calculations.

He thought that the enchanting and romantic prince must have a similar situation with himself. Everyone was light hearted and could respect each other like guests. Later, he could take concubines in the house, or she could just ask for the duty of the Lord mother, or she would lose her heart in his sometimes gentle, but she didn't understand his mind as now.

Did he really have her in his heart? Why didn't she know whether it was sad or happy? Tears couldn't help falling. Her eyes with tears looked vaguely at his beautiful demon face. For a moment, she couldn't say anything. She only felt that thousands of words turned into low sobs when they came to her lips.

"Well, what moved you? I told you to make a promise. Anyway, you will be mine sooner or later. Of course, you have to protect it." Feng Jue ran reached out and picked up one side of the handkerchief, wiped her tears and joked.

"..." this man is really in shape at any time.

It was so easy that when Mo Xuetong calmed down again and wiped away his tears and leaned against the head of the bed, Feng Jue ran smiled and asked, "tong'er, Qin Yufeng, you should know?"

The name made Mo Xuetong tremble involuntarily. The shadow of the previous life was too big. The man had no choice in her heart. In her mind, she suddenly grabbed Feng Jue Ran's hand and said, "Qin Yufeng is the man of the king of Chu. He designed me?"

No wonder I think it's strange. Such a scheme seems to have been seen in my previous life. It's pressing step by step, but there's no way back for me. It's not who Qin Yufeng is. In my previous life, he asked Mo Xuemin to pour their own poison and let himself see them worship.

Let yourself raise a fire... All this is clearly in his calculation. Whether in his previous life or in this life, he still stands on the opposite side of himself. He thought he was hiding behind the stage for Mo Xuemin, but it turned out that he was Feng Jueyuan's man, so he pressed against the Fuguo government step by step!

He is the last person to hold himself in the dark!

"He's from the king of Chu, so I designed me to push my father to the king of Chu. On the other hand, it's also because of my grandfather's family. If I die, my father, the Fuguo government and the king of Yan will never die. Therefore, today, I should have died!" Analysis of ink snow pupil movement volume.

Knowing that he is behind, some things will gradually become clear!

Also, how can a person like him be willing to be lonely? The merit of the dragon can be a little more than the general merit. This is what he pursues! And Mo Xuemin is just a shield for him. Some things he didn't figure out in the past are suddenly enlightened at this time. Everything is also because of seizing the line.

I thought that in my last life, I was just defending in a part of the heaven and earth of the Marquis house of the town, but I was black and blue in the competition for favor in the backyard, but it turned out that I had been calculated for a long time. It's a pity that when I died in my last life, I didn't know that I had entered the game early. I hate that my eyes are only on one family and one room, but I don't know that I would die early.

Qin Yufeng decided to die in his last life and wanted to die in this life. I really don't know if he doesn't agree with him, but can he really escape his calculation in this life!

"Do you want to report back?" It seemed to feel her uneasiness. Feng Jue ran reached out and held her hand. Jun's eyes narrowed slightly and smiled. There was moonlight outside the window. The bottom of those lazy eyes was like frost. He couldn't see the slightest smile. Was he angry?

"How to do it?" She said so. She blushed immediately and bowed her head uneasily. Knowing that Qin Yufeng's wisdom was Superman, she believed that he could plot against him, as if she could believe as long as he said. When did she do things all by intuition.

When Feng Jue ran heard her unconscious dependence and trust in her words, she was delighted and couldn't help smiling. The already beautiful face seemed to be plated with a layer of brilliance. The long and narrow eyes were spoiled with a trace of indulgence and integrated into the cold moonlight. It was like a feather passing through the dark snow pupil's heart, which made her feel numb involuntarily, Spread to the limbs.

"Don't worry, if you have a promising husband, you will be angry!" Feng Jue ran blinked in an excellent mood, took her hand and patted it.