“And you, a cup of poisoned wine, made me live a life worse than death!
But what did I do wrong? I just pretended to be saved..."
The more she spoke, the more excited she became. At this moment, Qin Ningyue vented all her pain and unwillingness.
"Has that been enough?"
Chu Yan's cold and violent eyes were filled with disgust. There are always people in this world who act stupidly and overestimate their own abilities.
She looked at Qin Ningyue, who was crying, as if she was looking at a piece of garbage. She felt that she had done nothing wrong, but was just claiming a life-saving favor?
He is so selfish and vicious, yet he still says he has done nothing wrong?
"Prince You, we can cooperate..."
"Now I know that Qingyue is Qin Wan. How could she marry Feng Ling? It was Feng Ling who hurt her in the first place. As long as the truth is told to her, she will definitely leave Feng Ling. And don't you like her so much? Then she will definitely come back to you..."
Qin Ningyue's voice sounded a little anxiously.
"I can testify to what happened back then!"
Qin Ningyue gritted her teeth.
As soon as she finished speaking, before she could even catch her breath, she felt a surge of energy coming at her, and she instantly flew backwards. Her scream was stuck in her throat, and she crashed into the flower bed with a bang. She vomited blood, her vision went black, and she fainted.
There was a murderous look in Chu Yan's eyes. How could she be qualified to negotiate with him?
cooperate?
Where is the cooperation?
He wanted to kill everyone!
Everyone who participated that year!
If she were still useful, he would have peeled off her skin and ripped off her bones with his own hands!
"Master, I found the thing."
At this time, Yueying Eleven, who had gone to Qin's house to look for something, had also returned. She knelt in front of him, holding a cloth bag in her hand and handed it to Chu Yan.
Chu Yan stared at the bag for a long time, as if he was a little afraid of something, but in the end he reached out and took the light-colored bag embroidered with lotus flowers, and then slowly opened it...
A light purple colored jade pendant with a lifelike moon character on it.
In an instant, my heart was torn, I felt so painful that I wanted to die, and my eyes were red.
“Back off!”
He spoke hoarsely, and Yueying Eleven instantly retreated from the spot.
In the courtyard, only he and Qin Ningyue, who had fainted in the flower bed, were left.
Chu Yan finally couldn't control himself and burst into tears.
He clenched the jade pendant tightly in his fingers, stared at the word "moon", and sobbed.
The blood on his palm accidentally stained the jade pendant. He carefully wiped it clean along his clothes, but why couldn't he wipe it clean? The blood stained more and more.
All the luck was shattered and confirmed at this moment.
Qin Ningyue did not lie.
It’s Feng Ling, it’s him.
Hehehe…how ironic?
He was filled with hatred and rage, and he couldn't contain his anger. The desire to kill almost consumed him.
Feng Ling, Feng Ling, the name flowed out from between her lips word by word.
There was no moment when Chu Yan wanted to die alone so much. Yes, he wanted to kill Feng Ling and wanted to tear him into pieces.
The autumn wind was really cold, so cold that it bit his bones and made him shiver.
Chu Yan gritted his teeth, the hostility and murderous intent in his eyes could no longer be suppressed. He wanted to find Feng Ling immediately, otherwise he would die and would not be able to bear this shocking hatred.
Feng Ling carefully wiped the blood-stained jade pendant on her hand and then put it in her arms.
"Someone, take Qin Ningyue under guard."
He spoke.
Mo Feng and Mo Yu, who were waiting outside, immediately entered the yard. When they saw the mess in the yard, they were horrified and looked at each other with fear. They didn't know what had happened, but they knew that since the day they received the letter from the little beggar, something was wrong with their master.
Chu Yan walked outside and Mo Yu followed.
"Master, your hand is bleeding."
Mo Yu caught up with him, gritted his teeth, and spoke with cold and worried eyes.
But Chu Yan seemed not to hear it, his face expressionless, only his eyes were red.
He went to the stable, pulled out Liehuo, climbed up, and immediately ran towards Prince Yu's mansion.
Mo Yu's face was tense. Just seeing his master's appearance, his heart skipped a beat. He followed behind on horseback.
Prince You's Palace is located in the north of the city, separated from Prince Yu's Palace by two long streets. It only takes a cup of tea to ride there on horseback.
The sun was setting in the west, the autumn colors were fading, and as the horses galloped, the wind ruffled Chu Yan's black hair and obscured his red eyes.
He reined in his horse and stopped opposite Prince Yu's mansion, but just then he saw a carriage slowly stop.
The carriage was vermilion in color, with a gilded roof, curtains decorated with jade beads, and a banner with the Chinese character "Yu" on it. It exuded a sense of understated luxury. It was the carriage of Prince Yu's palace.
The curtain of the carriage was opened and Feng Ling jumped out.
Chu Yan's pupils shrank, and the hand that was holding the horse suddenly tightened.
Then he saw him stretch out his hand towards the carriage, and then a tender white hand was placed on his hand, and the two hands were clasped together. A figure wearing a light yellow skirt and a red cloak came into view. She had a smile on her eyes and suddenly threw herself into Feng Ling's arms, and Feng Ling caught her with a smile.
"What are you doing? Be careful not to fall."
Feng Ling held Qingyue steadily in his arms and put his arm around her waist.
Qing Yue smiled, "A Ling will catch me."
Qing Yue was really happy. Her wedding with A Ling was approaching, and the medicine to detoxify A Ling was finally prepared. She had been staying at home these days, refining the medicine, and now it was all ready. This matter had been delayed for so long that it had almost become a source of worry for her. She had to detoxify him before the wedding.
Feng Ling's eyes were full of doting.
I'm even willing to give her my life.
On the opposite side, above the fierce wind, Chu Yan suddenly bent down, the pain almost penetrating into his bones.
From the day he learned the truth about Yue'er's murder four years ago, from the day he knew Yue'er was Qin Wan, he thought he was in hell. But it was not until this moment that he realized that there was an abyss beneath hell.
At Nanjiao Temple, he waited for several days, waiting for his little girl to open her eyes. He was afraid that the one who woke up was the daughter of the Qin family.
He huddled in the corner, not daring to move forward, and prayed silently.
God knows how desperate he is.
If Yue'er never wakes up again, he will have no one to confide his regret and guilt to, and he will not be able to survive.
His light has gone out, what else is there in this world worth remembering?
He was not as qualified as Feng Ling to stand by her side, nor was he as close to her as Qing Zhan and Ping Yang. He had done so many things to hurt her, so he didn't dare to step forward. He could only sit in the corner, praying, willing to sacrifice his life to wake her up.
Later, she really woke up.
Her little girl is back.
God finally opened his eyes.
The first thing she said when she woke up was, "She said she wanted to talk to him, alone."
At that moment, his eyes turned red, and thousands of words were stuck in his throat. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Yue'er, I miss you so much, I know who you are, but he couldn't say anything.
She said, "Brother Ayan, let's leave it like this between us!"
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