Sang Luan frowned slightly, turned slightly to the side, and saw that she had nowhere to retreat.
"Since you know, then give it back to me." Feng Hengzhi's voice was cold, and he reached out to Sang Luan again, "Don't challenge my patience again."
Sang Luan's body was already against the sedan chair, her amber eyes turning around and around, but she couldn't understand what Feng Hengzhi wanted.
"What do you want me to return to you?" Sang Luan asked tentatively.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she finished speaking, Feng Hengzhi's eyes instantly became extremely bloodthirsty.
He stared at Sang Luan, his tone filled with impatience, "Stop playing dumb. You're the only one who's come into contact with me since I got into the sedan chair."
Sang Luan was silent for a moment and asked, "Tell me what was lost!"
Seeing her innocent face, Feng Hengzhi couldn't help but feel even more annoyed.
Feng Hengzhi lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes filled with endless anger. He said word by word: "Jade pendant."
He pointed to his waist.
Sang Luan followed Feng Hengzhi's gaze and her brows relaxed a lot.
When she first met Feng Heng, it seemed that he had always had an exquisite jade pendant hanging around his waist.
The jade pendant is of excellent quality and is obviously top grade.
Her eyes fell on Feng Hengzhi's eyes that seemed to want to eat her, and Sang Luan silently looked away.
"It's not me." Sang Luan turned her head to the side.
Feng Hengzhi's eyes flashed, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed Sang Luan's wrist, with the veins on the back of his hand bulging.
"Ah." Sang Luan felt a pain in her wrist and couldn't help but scream.
Her other hand subconsciously grasped the wrist that Feng Hengzhi had grabbed. Her soft, boneless hand instantly covered the broad, thick hand, and she suddenly felt a chill.
Feng Hengzhi moved closer, staring at Sang Luan with a sinister look on his face, "I said, bring it here."
A hint of disbelief flashed across Sang Luan's eyes.
Did this person automatically block her voice?
The raw pain in her wrist grew more intense, and she hissed, trying to pull her wrist back from the thick, big hands.
However, as soon as she moved slightly, Feng Hengzhi's hands became even stronger.
"Let go first." She endured the pain from her wrist and said suddenly, "You hurt me."
"If it's not you, who else could it be?" Feng Hengzhi's voice was cold.
The look on his face seemed to indicate that he was certain that the person in front of him was the thief.
"There were many people at the palace banquet just now, and many people came to toast you one after another." Sang Luan took a deep breath and said with difficulty, "Maybe it fell inside the palace."
After he finished speaking, a hint of hesitation appeared on Feng Hengzhi's face, and the strength in his hands also weakened.
She quickly struck while the iron was hot, "Maybe it's not too late to go now."
Feng Hengzhi narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a few moments. He saw that the corners of her eyes were already stained red, her face was innocent, and her tone was sincere.
It doesn't seem like he's lying.
Feng Hengzhi snorted coldly and threw her hand aside.
Sang Luan suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and quickly reached out to cover her wrist and rubbed it gently.
She inadvertently lowered her eyes and caught a glimpse of the wrist he was holding. The skin that was once white as snow was now red.
Looking closely, there seemed to be a trace of redness and swelling, and there was a trace of blood in the red and swollen area.
"You're so spoiled." Feng Hengzhi withdrew his hand, took a step back, and straightened his clothes.
"Stop the sedan." He lifted a corner of the curtain and spoke calmly.
Sang Luan found that the sedan chair had indeed stopped.
Feng Hengzhi bent down slightly, and just as he raised his foot, he paused, "You'd better pray that you can find it."
Sang Luan blinked wildly, looking innocent.
Seeing Feng Hengzhi finally get out of the sedan chair, Sang Luan felt that the air around her was much fresher.
She fell backwards, and before she could fully exhale, a gust of cold wind blew from the front. Her eyelids twitched and she jumped up.
It just happened to meet Feng Hengzhi's deep pupils.
"Brother Hengzhi, what's wrong?" Sang Luan had a smile on her face.
Feng Hengzhi glanced at her and said, "You should go too."
Sang Luan chuckled, "Me? I won't go."
Feng Hengzhi just looked at her deeply and left with his hands behind his back.
Sang Luan was just wondering why the other party was so easy to talk to today when she saw the curtain of the sedan chair being lifted again.
In the blink of an eye, two maids suddenly rushed up. Without saying a word, they stepped forward and held her arms respectively, "Young Madam, I'm sorry."
Sang Luan stood up straight suddenly. "Hey, hey, hey, I'll walk by myself. I'll walk by myself."
The strength in their hands suddenly loosened a little, and Sang Luan rubbed his arms as he walked out.
What's wrong with the people here? They all hit so hard.
She knew that Feng Hengzhi was not so easy to fool.
Her eyes dimmed slightly, it seemed that things had to be accelerated.
As soon as Sang Luan stepped out of the sedan chair, she bumped into Feng Hengzhi.
A cold wind blew, chilling her neck.
Sang Luan raised her head slightly, her eyes sparkling, "Brother Hengzhi..."
As soon as she stretched out her hand and before she could finish her words, Feng Hengzhi walked straight into the palace.
She slowly put her hand down and uttered the last word leisurely, "Brother..."
Logically, now that she is married to Feng Hengzhi, she should call him husband.
But Feng Hengzhi refused to let her call him that no matter what.
She looked at a star in the sky and couldn't help thinking, if someone called Feng Hengzhi "husband", he would look at that person with deep affection, hold the other person's hand, and call him "wife" softly.
Sang Luan couldn't help but shiver all over and rubbed her arms which were already covered with goose bumps.
The picture was so beautiful that she couldn't imagine it.
Sure enough, the love process of ordinary people is not suitable for Feng Hengzhi, who is in the late stage of mania.
She looked at the anxious figure in front of her and gestured in the air with her hand.
With broad shoulders and narrow hips, he had one hand behind his back. Just looking at him from afar, he had the air of a distinguished and noble young man, emitting a noble aura mixed with a hint of "keep away from strangers".
Sang Luan glanced ahead casually and didn't see another sedan chair. It seemed that the two people had already returned home first.
She silently withdrew her gaze and quickly followed him, "Brother Hengzhi, wait for me."
Inside the Linde Hall.
Most of the people had already left, and only a few were still in the hall, toasting each other. At such a palace banquet, it was inevitable that some people would get drunk.
Seeing Feng Hengzhi suddenly come in, many people wanted to step forward and make themselves known to him. However, when they saw his cold face and the murderous aura he exuded, they immediately gave up the idea.
One by one, they immediately found an excuse to leave the place quickly.
Sang Luan looked at the hall which had suddenly become much emptier, and couldn't help but look up at Feng Hengzhi in front of her. How did he manage to make so many people feel intimidated?
Feng Hengzhi paused slightly, turned sideways and looked at her with a frown.
Sang Luan stood up straight in an instant and was about to speak when a crisp sound came from under her feet.
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