1748.5 Condemnation, isn't it just killing a person?

coincide?

There are no such coincidences in the world, and this coincidence just happened to Fu Lin.

Feng Qingchen clearly didn't believe it, and said with a hint of sarcasm: "It seems that it is not easy to enter Lord Fu's house. It is a great honor for a pair of siblings with unknown origins to meet Lord Fu."

Fu Lin is now in a high position with great power, and there are many high-ranking officials visiting the Fu Mansion every day. How could Fu Lin find time to meet a pair of siblings from the grassland tribe?

"Sure enough, nothing can fool you." Fu Lin sighed, and sighed again: "Women who are too smart put a lot of pressure on men. I really don't know how the Ninth Prince can stand you."

Feng Qingchen smiled but said nothing. Fu Lin knew he couldn't avoid it, so he said, "This is what happened. The third son of the Cui family has been looking for me for a while, so... I have heard a little about you and the Cui family."

"The Third Young Master has a keen eye." Feng Qingchen nodded, motioning Fu Lin to explain in more detail. Fu Lin pretended not to understand and only said things that outsiders knew: "The Cui family has been very lively recently, and even outsiders like us know something or two. It's not surprising that the Third Young Master came to me. The Sixteenth Young Master is on good terms with the Wang family, and Wang Jinling and I are political enemies. The Sixteenth Young Master wants to secure the position of the Patriarch of the Cui family, which will do me more harm than good. Naturally, the Third Young Master thinks that I will cooperate with him."

Fu Lin didn't want to say anything, and Feng Qingchen didn't ask for details anymore. He just said, "And then what?" Have you cooperated with Mr. Cui San?

"No more." Fu Lin spread his hands, looking frank, but Feng Qingchen didn't believe it. Even if Fu Lin didn't cooperate with the Third Master Cui, he would never say anything final. If there were suitable bargaining chips in the future, the two sides would definitely be able to come together.

"My relationship with Third Master Cui will not end like this." Just in case, Feng Qingchen still made it clear: "That day, Third Master Cui wanted to take my life. Today, I have promised a large sum of money to take Third Master Cui's life as well."

Even without Feng Qingchen telling Fu Lin, he knew about the bounty offered by the Killer Alliance.

"I will never interfere in your affairs with the Cui family." Fu Lin assured again. Although Feng Qingchen was not sure, he also knew that Fu Lin was a smart man and no one else could interfere with his choice.

Feng Qingchen stopped nagging about Mr. Cui San and started talking about the siblings. Feng Qingchen had no interest in the siblings. She was interested in the cattle and sheep they had: "I'm busy these two days. Ask them to come to Feng Mansion to see me in two days."

"Are you going to destroy the bridge after crossing it?" Fu Lin knew as soon as he heard Feng Qingchen's intention to leave him behind.

"Lord Fu is very busy. I am not worthy of your presence." Everyone can say nice things, and once you give him a compliment, Fu Lin can no longer demand more.

The carriage stopped at the gate of Feng Mansion. Fu Lin helped Feng Qingchen get off the carriage. When Feng Qingchen was about to step into the gate of Feng Mansion, Fu Lin suddenly said, "Qingchen, no matter who you are, I remember... the time when we worked together in the fire."

Feng Qingchen paused, stood at the foot of the high stairs, and looked back...

The man standing in the green shirt had a faint smile on his lips. The dim light reflected on his face, as if it was covered by a veil. Nothing else could be seen clearly, except his eyes, which were sincere and clear, without a trace of worldly touch.

As if by magic, Feng Qingchen nodded to Fu Lin and replied, "I also always remember Fu Lin who didn't abandon me in the fire."

They have experienced life and death together, no matter how many obstacles there are between them, the most basic trust should exist. Regardless of birth and status, just because of the other person.

Feng Qingchen lifted her skirt, turned around and stepped into the Feng Mansion. Fu Lin stood beside the carriage and watched Feng Qingchen leave. Only when the door of the Feng Mansion was tightly closed did Fu Lin withdraw his gaze.

"Let's go." He actually left the carriage and jumped away.

Feng Qingchen returned to the mansion without washing up and going to bed. Instead, he changed into a nightgown and left with Zuo An.

Everyone was busy that night!

With Wang Jinling's arrangement, Feng Qingchen and Zuo An had a smooth journey and arrived at the cell where Lan Jingyang was imprisoned.

Lan Jingyang had been knocked unconscious beforehand, so he would definitely not know what happened tonight.

"Guard." Feng Qingchen made a gesture to Zuo An, asking him to wait at the cell door, and walked in alone.

The cell was small but clean, with a stone table, a stone bed, ** and a thick quilt. Although Lan Jingyang was not comfortable during his detention, he was definitely not abused.

Feng Qingchen glanced at Lan Jingyang who was sleeping soundly, took out the small cloth bag hidden in her arms, and took out the syringe and medicine that had been prepared long ago.

She said she would not harm others with her medical skills, but this time she really couldn't think of a better way. Under the dual pressure of Liancheng and Jixia Academy, Lan Jingyang would definitely be released, and Dongling couldn't do anything to Lan Jingyang. If Liancheng knew about it, it would definitely cause a bloody storm.

But if she let Lan Jingyang go, Lan Jingyang would not remember her kindness. Even if she did not pursue the matter, Lan Jingyang would not let her go, so...

No matter what the reason was, she couldn't let Lan Jingyang live too long.

In order to eliminate the danger, she must take the initiative and take Lan Jingyang's life first.

After drawing the medicine out of the bottle and looking at the transparent syringe, Feng Qingchen's hands trembled a little, and the small syringe seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

She knew that if she gave him this injection, all her years of persistence would be destroyed, and her medical ethics and the last line of defense in her heart would all be gone.

Finally, it has come to this.

Huh... Feng Qingchen took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes. A tear slid down from the corner of Feng Qingchen's eye. Feng Qingchen suppressed the uneasiness and condemnation in his heart and walked towards Lan Jingyang step by step.

Even if she has to go into hell, she will take Lan Jingyang's life.

After this injection, Lan Jingyang's organs will slowly fail. By the time it is discovered, it will be too late. Lan Jingyang will die of organ failure within a year at most, and even the immortals cannot save him.

The biggest benefit of this injection is not that it will let Lan Jingyang die quietly, but that even if Lian Cheng invites the Valley Master to come, she will not be able to find out that there is anything wrong with Lan Jingyang's body. As for Lan Jingyang's life or death one year later, it has nothing to do with her.

Suppressing the condemnation and uneasiness in his heart, Feng Qingchen inserted the needle into Lan Jingyang's blood vessel, closed his eyes, and pushed the medicine into Lan Jingyang's body bit by bit.

It was just an injection, even a new nurse could do it well, but Feng Qingchen fainted after the injection, and Lan Yangyang, who was sleeping soundly, didn't know about it...

Dragging heavy steps, Feng Qingchen cleared all traces, walked out of the cell, and said weakly to Zuo An: "Let's go."

Zuo An looked at Feng Qingchen, who was sweating profusely and looked pale, and was very disdainful: "It's just killing a person, is it necessary to make such a big deal?" People who didn't know the truth thought that Feng Qingchen had put in a lot of effort.