Bai Hanxiao looked at him, not knowing how to comfort him. She lowered her head silently. Qiu Lang reminded her, "Your Majesty, the Emperor won't let us go back too late!"
Bai Hanxiao lowered his eyes and thought for a while before saying, "Let's go back first. Don't do anything stupid. Qingyi doesn't want to see you like this!" After that, he went out and saw Hong Yi standing at the door. Just as he was about to ask him a few words, Hong Yi lowered his head and said, "Don't worry, Queen, I will never let anything happen to the prince!"
Bai Hanxiao was stunned for a moment, nodded, and left with Qiu Lang.
Mo Yufeng looked at the medicine in his hand, buried his face in his knees, his shoulders trembling, and he cried softly.
He got up and went back to the house. Looking at Ma Qingyi who had no breath, he squatted beside her and held her hand tightly. "Ma Qingyi, get up, get up, we still have to travel around! You know, when I first saw you, I didn't want to propose to you, but when I saw you dressed as a woman on the road, I asked your name and proposed to you directly! But when I saw you pretending to be reserved in the palace, I was very upset... When you acted like a little wild cat in front of me, I couldn't help but approach you! Seeing that you have so many admirers, I want to take you for myself... If you leave like this, I will marry a group of concubines!" Mo Yufeng said threateningly, and Ma Qingyi on the bed still did not move.
Mo Yufeng fell to the ground. After an unknown amount of time, Mo Yufeng stood up, walked out of the room and saw Hong Yi standing at the door. He walked past him dejectedly. Hong Yi looked at his receding back, walked into the room, looked at Ma Qingyi on the bed, and then looked at the wound on her arm. Suddenly, Hong Yi's pupils shrank and he turned and left.
Mo Yufeng walked to the wine cellar, walked slowly up the steps, picked up a jar of wine on the table, poured it into his mouth, half in and half out, sat on the ground, stretched out his hand and drank one jar at a time, and suddenly recalled the time when they drank together in the past.
Drinking can dispel sorrow, but that's only for those who are drunk. For those who can't get drunk, wine is just a drink! Not only can it not dispel sorrow, it can even add to it!
After an unknown amount of time, Mo Yufeng opened his eyes on the ground, stood up, and heard a voice outside shouting, "Prince...Prince!"
Mo Yufeng staggered to open the door, with fresh stubble on his face, his eyes dull and dark under his eyes, looking at the group of people in front of him.
"Your Majesty! How should the princess's funeral be handled?"
"Get out! No one is allowed to touch her!" Mo Yufeng growled, staggered over, and suddenly fell to the ground. The servant helped him up and asked worriedly, but Mo Yufeng pushed him away, grabbed his collar and said with red eyes, "If you dare to touch her, I will kill you!"
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Mo Yufeng shook him off and staggered into the room, but suddenly saw that the bed was empty. He ran out in panic and grabbed someone with a terrifying look in his eyes and asked, "Where's the princess? Where's the princess?"
"The princess...hasn't she been in the room all along?" the servant was startled and said fearfully.
Mo Yufeng threw him to the ground and ran out. When he saw Hong Yi, he grabbed his arm tightly with both hands and shouted, "Where did you take Ma Qingyi?"
Hong Yi grabbed Mo Yufeng's arm with his backhand, his eyes sharp, "Your Highness! Calm down! Don't let a woman make you so depressed! You were once the one who wanted to be the emperor! The late emperor valued you so much, don't lose your mind because of a woman!"
"Bang!" Mo Yufeng used all his strength to knock Hong Yi to the ground, and shouted hoarsely, "Hong Yi! If you dare to touch her, I will kill you! Don't think that I won't dare to kill you just because you are close to my father!"
Hong Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, looked at Mo Yufeng and said calmly, "Your Highness, as long as you are fine now, I will definitely not touch her!"
"It's you!" Mo Yufeng grabbed his collar with one hand and raised his fist with the other, but he didn't hit him.
Hong Yi looked at him with a firm gaze, "Your Highness, I like that girl too! I won't touch her!"
"Let me see her!" Mo Yufeng put down his hand and said coldly.
Hong Yi shook his head without saying anything.
Mo Yufeng lowered his head with a cold face, turned and left.
Mo Yufeng locked himself in the room, collapsed to the floor in dejection. There was no trace of Ma Qingyi in the room anymore, only Mo Yufeng lying on the floor. The wind blew up the curtains, and the rice paper on the desk was rolled up and scattered all over the floor. The air was filled with nothing but desolation...
After an unknown amount of time, there was a knock on the door. Mo Yufeng opened his eyes slightly and looked blankly at the front. The room was pitch black, and the moonlight shone on the window, flashing light and shadows. Mo Yufeng closed his eyes again and curled up his body. Suddenly, when he closed his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the sword on the ground with his blood on it. His eyes became very cold, and he stood up in a trance, picked up the sword on the ground, and held it tightly in his hand.
Mo Yufeng suddenly kicked the door open and rushed out with a sword in his hand. Hong Yi, who was standing in the distance, suddenly saw him, threw away the broom in his hand, ran over, pulled him, and asked in a panic, "Prince, where are you going?"
"Go find Dai Lianrong!" Mo Yufeng said in a hoarse voice. Hong Yi grabbed his arm, but could feel the extreme coldness of his body. Hong Yi frowned and said, "What can you do now? Kill her. What evidence do you have? Killing her for no reason will only cause a war between the two countries!"
"Am I just going to watch her die without being able to avenge her?" Mo Yufeng stared at Hong Yi with bloodshot eyes!
Hong Yi sighed helplessly, "Your Majesty, when did you become so irrational?"
Mo Yufeng didn't say anything. He lowered his head and looked at the sword in his hand. He slowly tightened his grip and then slowly loosened it. The hope he had in an instant was dispelled again.
He may not care about the war, he may not care about anyone, but the only person he can never give up is Ma Qingyi!
He would rather betray the whole world than betray her; he would rather offend the whole world than let Ma Qingyi leave in vain!
Thinking of the scars all over her body when she left, the blood all over the floor, and her pale face and lips, Mo Yufeng's heart was clenched with unbearable pain!
He angrily threw away the sword in his hand, left the palace, and staggered to Qingyi Tower alone, to the place where Ma Qingyi often went. He sat in the seat that Ma Qingyi often sat. His nose felt sore, and he tried hard to hold back his tears, "Come on, bring two jars of apricot wine!"
"good!"
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Mo Yufeng didn't know how long he stayed in Weiyi Building. When he left, there were few people on the street and it was pitch black.
Suddenly, a group of people appeared and blocked his way. The thief laughed, "Isn't this Prince Fu Qing? He's still wandering around in the street in the middle of the night. Won't the princess be worried?"
Mo Yufeng suddenly heard the princess' words, his pupils widened, and he looked at them with cold eyes. He said in a low voice without a trace of warmth, "Get out of here!"
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