Chapter 644

"Law..." There was a long hiss again. Xiaobai, who was tied alone in the rear of the team, suddenly broke the reins and ran after him.

The horses galloped past with astonishing momentum. People dodged one after another. The car was dragged to the East and the west, and the curtain of the car was shaken upside down. Feng Zhiwei could not hold her figure. In her busy schedule, she looked down at the man on her knees, and her face changed instantly.

Play chess!

Under the carriage, the guards stagger to chase after them, shouting: "imperial concubine - imperial concubine..."

Obviously, he dragged others to help him fight, but he also said that he helped others solve the enemy. Of course, Ning Cheng, the bodyguard of living treasure, was happy to send the master away. When he heard this, he suddenly froze, and quickly turned back in his busy schedule and asked, "ah? What princess? "

The captain of the guard was beating his chest and feet. He was worried that he would smash the cauldron. He heard this sentence and said, "that's huzhuo's imperial concubine of Shunyi, Princess Shengying!"

"Ah?" Ning Cheng and Zheng Zheng Zheng, almost by the enemy cut a knife, stupidly hide in the past, and then wake up to God, a sad cry, saya son on the chase.

"My God, master, I have hurt you..."

Ning Cheng cried and cried, annoyed himself to send sheep into the tiger's mouth, and wanted to chase the master back, but his horse's buttocks were too hard, and the crazy carriage suddenly rushed out of the woods into the darkness and could not find a shadow.

Ning Cheng stood in the same place, biting his fingers, watching the smoke disappear on the horizon. He felt that the moment when the curtain was down just now seemed to see a classic yellow face flashing behind the curtain, and he had a meaningful smile.

At that time, I didn't think so. Now it's creepy.

Several knives were cut down after him. Ning Cheng was angry and roared: "Grandma's fool, I'll kill you..."

Kenran sound, unfortunately Ning Cheng left in situ to kill people, but the carriage running in the dark has already rushed out for several miles.

The carriage bumped badly, and Ning Yi on her knee was unconscious all the time. She was hit several times and rolled down from her knee. After a moment of hesitation, Feng Zhiwei reached for his waist.

Her palms were hot and her fingers were cold. However, his body seemed to be colder than her fingers. Feng Zhi touched it slightly and excited Lingling shivered.

When the carriage passed a depression, Feng Zhiwei suddenly lifted the curtain and looked at it. He felt that the arrangement on the cliff seemed a little special.

When the carriage passed by, a black tree on the cliff shook. It turned out to be the direction against the wind. I don't know whether it was the wind or her illusion?

However, before the carriage could be completely controlled, it rushed across the depression and continued to move forward, leaving the doubt behind. When the carriage gradually stabilized under the control of Fengzhi micro, it had reached a low mountain.

All sides are very quiet, wind rolling snowflakes, long dance, just a short fight seems to be thousands of miles away.

Feng Zhi slightly lowered his head and looked at the man on his knee.

as like as two peas, he had no signs of blood and blood, but his face was pale and his lips and lips were faint. The same color of his mother's palace had been seen. Feng knew that he had seen the old wound recurred.

It turned out that the strange smell of medicine in the village was used to arouse his old wound. It must be very powerful. It seems to be some kind of cold and strange medicine which is almost extinct. The seventh Prince's blood cost was really saved in order to cover up his big crime.

But Who's in whose game? Feng Zhiwei thought about the abnormal feeling of the mountain pass by just now, and gave a faint smile.

However, although Ning Yi used himself as bait to attract the enemy's hand, he did not seem to have expected Lao Qi's writing and determination, so that he was almost trapped in the old wound caused by drugs.

Feng Zhiwei thinks through the joints, and her eyes are slightly gloomy. She takes Ning's pulse and confirms that he is indeed suffering from a relapse of the old injury, which must be dealt with very early.

The man on his knees is as quiet as a deep sleep. Feng Zhi looks down at him, but he hasn't seen him for a year. He seems to be thinner, with shallow shadow under his eyelashes and quiet and cool as a crescent moon.

At the moment, his pulse is under her palm, and her internal force is hovering around her fingertips, or walking to the elixir field or to the heart pulse.

The former is to save; the latter is to kill.

The wind suddenly became stronger, whistling fiercely. The curtain of the car fluttered wildly. "Pa Da" was heard. Suddenly, a stack of letters fell on her hand in the box where the sundries were stored.

Hula, the envelope flying, she reached out and held it, her hand suddenly stopped.

The top one is a secret letter from Qi Shaojun and Hang Ming.

"The king of Chu's evil will do harm to the great cause. Please kill the girl for the sake of the life and death of thousands of subordinates."

Feng Zhiwei's eyes trembled.

The cold fingers pressed on his pulse moved slowly.

Move your finger gently.

In a trance, Ning Yi's eyelashes seemed to tremble.

This tremor is extremely subtle, it seems that it really happened, and it seems that it is just the illusion of Feng Zhiwei. Her fingers are shaking again, and the internal force that is about to gush out is taken back.

When he looked down carefully, Ning Yi was still in a deep coma.

The north wind blew the car curtain fiercely, and beat in a large amount of broken snow. Fengzhiwei did not move or avoid it, and did not try to cover the wind and snow for Ningyi. The snowflakes fell on the faces of Ning Yi and himself.Snow meets the heat of water, Qingu cool, along the cheek flow such as tears.

Feng Zhiwei did not wipe, just staring at Ning Yi, hoping that he would be awakened by the snowy water, so that he would not have to face difficult choices again and again.

However, in addition to the previous unreal and real eyelashes, Ning Yi still did not have any movement, even the cold snow fell on his face, did not wake him up.

Feng Zhiwei looked at his face almost no melting snow, frowned.

Ning Yi's old scar, which she had seen before, was very ferocious. At that time, she didn't know anything about it. Later, she sorted out her mother's belongings and learned all that happened to xuefutu the last night. Among them, the seven-year-old child, with the ingenuity and skill that is difficult for adults, changed the emperor's heir, ambushed the tree hole, and waited for a rabbit. She nearly killed his adoptive father and himself, but for his adoptive father, Yi Sanhu The corpse blew him up and pretended to jump off a cliff. Maybe he was already gone.

Who is that seven-year-old child, the adoptive father only told his mother was a prince, also did not know which one.

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