Fengyun gently pushed Wenchu's body with his hand, grabbed the torn collar on his chest, and was about to jump out of his arms.

"Don't move!" Wenchu's hand tightly hugged Feng Yunqing's soft body, his voice was low, he looked down at her, and looked up at the man: "Who are you?"

"Miss Feng! Can you talk with me?" The man didn't look at Wenchu, but just looked at Fengyunqing.

Feng Yunqing was stunned and was about to nod, Wen Chu said in a cold voice: "If you have something to do, say it. If you have nothing to do, get out!"

Feng Yun frowned, but did not refute it. She finally found Wenchu ​​on behalf of her grandmother-in-law and mother's wish. She had already known him in her heart and treated him as a relative and looked at the man: "There is... cough cough... what's the matter? Please tell me!"

After spitting out the sound, I realized that my voice was hoarse. I guess it was because the quarrel with Mei Ruxue that dead fox just now was so intense that it hurt my throat. I coughed twice and said softly.

When Wen Chuyi heard Feng Yunqing's voice, he was stunned. He suddenly remembered that she was hurting her throat and vomiting blood. He suddenly felt ruthless. Mei Ruxue, if you dare to hurt her like this, I will definitely not let you go. He quickly let go, put her down, reached into his arms, took out a milky white bottle, took out two jade snow lotus and stuffed it into Feng Yunqing's mouth.

The fragrance of Yuxuelian instantly spread in the courtyard. Feng Yunqing was stunned and opened his eyes wide in surprise, avoiding Wenchu's hand, and looking at the bottle in his hand: "It's Yuxuelian!"

"Yeah! I'm almost eating it." Wenchu ​​nodded.

"That's great! Keep it for Lan Xiaoqing! I just hurt my throat and it hurts a little. I can't use such precious medicine. I usually have Yulu Pills." Feng Yun shook his head lightly and said in a hoarse voice: "He needs more than I do."

Wenchu's heart trembled suddenly, looking at Feng Yunqing's little face, and suddenly, the heat in his body was replaced by the rushing ice, forming an iceberg. Suddenly, he felt his whole heart cold and painful. He just stared at Feng Yunqing in a daze.

After saying this, Feng Yunqing's heart trembled. He looked up at Wenchu, and he felt panicked and immediately grabbed him: "You know, he is ours..."

"Impossible!" Wenchu ​​suddenly looked at Feng Yunqing with cold eyes, stuffing the two jade snow lotus in her hand into her mouth, and her voice was sharp and decisive: "Even if he is, it has nothing to do with us. Everything about his Blue Prince's Mansion has nothing to do with us."

"Min..." Feng Yunqing was stunned. Just as he was about to speak, Yu Xuelian had already entered her mouth, melting in her mouth, leaving fragrance everywhere, and it was impossible to spit it out.

"He has enjoyed wealth and prosperity for generations, and has long forgotten the deep blood hatred of the sea of ​​blood, or their Blue Prince's Mansion has no heart at all, and is only greedy for a moment of comfort. He does not know that his father and ancestors and those who still endure generations of suffering for a belief that can avenge, affecting their descendants, you, me, and those behind us, but you still like him? Like that heartless person? How can you be worthy of the mountain bones piled up in the nine springs?" Wenchu ​​looked at the breeze and clouds with sharp eyes and cold voice as cold as frost.

"I..." Feng Yun moved the corners of his mouth lightly, and found that he could not say a word. The person who covered the black fog seemed to have trembled slightly.

"You'd better forget him! His Blue Prince Mansion has his compassion for the world, and all the people in the world are grateful to him, but what about us? Grandfathers and grandmothers? Who can know their persistence and hardship? Just for the two people who gave them life, tell them that this is just a joke and a farce. How can you tell them the love in the underground in Jiuquan?" Wenchu ​​looked at Feng Yunqing's eyes tightly, word by word, with the coldness of the bone marrow. Behind the pain is the heavy price and the hard work of generations, and that great ridicule.

Feng Yunqing could feel the unknown hardships and persistence, and the belief collapsed. The Feng King jumped into the soul-breaking cliff and did not die. Instead, he changed his appearance and became the Blue Princess of the Blue Princess. However, the Feng family's bloody murder and the secret network of Yingyue were deeply left in the hearts of the two children. He vowed to avenge his deep revenge in the sea of ​​blood. Now, three hundred years later, it has affected her and Wenchu.

She could deeply experience and feel this great pressure and ridicule, just like discovering a huge joke, but in the end she found this joke is actually not ridiculous. She deeply felt the unwillingness and excitement at this time, as well as the powerlessness and sarcasm in her heart. Just like her mood when she heard Mei Ruxue say these things.

I was moved. But did I really say that I could let go if I could? That person Lan Xiaoqing! From the first sight to the present, she has made her involuntarily and has to love her, and she is not under her control at all. Perhaps Lan'er is right, she is just flying a moth to the fire. Either the wind brought by her wings extinguished the fire, or jumped into the fire and burned with him until it turned into ashes.

Feng Yunqing looked at Wenchu's excited and hated emotions, and his eyes turned around and glanced at the man standing in the black fog. Since Wenchu ​​said such unrestrained words, he didn't want this person to leave today.

He sighed in his heart and said softly for a while: "You must know that even the pain accumulated over our generations cannot cover up the original intention. He is still innocent."

"He is innocent? Then are we not innocent? Those who have entered the underworld and turned into piles of bones and have the same blood relationship as us? He has everything, reputation and status, and has been respected by all nations throughout the world for generations, a supreme surname that no one dares to be surnamed, and an endless wealth and honor. What do we have? Some are just living without seeing the sun." Wenchu ​​said coldly and sternly: "Don't forget, both of you and I have surnamed Feng."

Feng Yunqing trembled, his lips pursed and he stopped talking. He remembered the first time he was in Lan Xiaoqing's room that day. Lan Xiaoqing said to Cober: "The Blue Prince's Mansion has its own destiny. Since ancient times, prosperity will eventually decline. I die! The Blue Prince's Mansion can escape unsuccessfully. It is a happy event."

The words at that time were filled with helplessness and endless helplessness. Fengyunqing has been there for a few days, and she can still clearly feel Lan Xiaoqing's heart when she said this. The cold room at that time, like an ice sculpture, but he can still be calm and gentle. At that moment, Lan Xiaoqing's heart suddenly trembled and lived in her heart.

"I know!" Fengyun sighed softly, reached out and grabbed Wenchu's arm, and said softly: "Why should we have to get into trouble with this matter at this time? When we meet him tomorrow, just ask. What happened three hundred years ago? Can we make a decision at that time?"

Wenchu ​​pursed her lips and said nothing. She was obviously still excited.

Fengyun turned his head and looked at the man who had been listening quietly without speaking. After looking carefully for a while, he still couldn't remember where he had seen this person. He was only very familiar with his breath, so he asked softly: "Young Master, tell me your purpose, what's the matter with me?"

Today's matters are of great importance. She and Wenchu ​​are not afraid of being exposed because they have a dark side. Even if she is a person with advanced ideas and the soul of the twenty-one world, she can't stand the burden she has carried on her for more than ten years since she was born. She wants to finish it early and give her a relaxed mood. But she also knows deeply that it is just so difficult.

Because in addition to her surname Feng, she also has the surname Feng. She is still the head of Feng Mansion. She cannot ignore Feng Mansion. But she has never had the opportunity. She admitted that if she had the opportunity, she would definitely take action without mercy. For nothing else, she really doesn't want her future daughter or son to bear this history that has long been turned into dust.

But Lan Xiaoqing and Lan Wang Mansion are different. No matter what three hundred years ago or today, he doesn't want that Bingjie to get involved in the troubles of the world. Because once this matter is made public to the world, Lan Wang Mansion will no longer be the most peaceful pure land in the world.

In a word, she was reluctant to let go. The cold poison suffered for twenty years. She didn't want to care about those anymore, just wanted him to live leisurely and peacefully. Lan Xiao leaned over her, but it was different. Her heart suddenly became warm and she didn't dare to look at Wen Chu's dark and deep eyes.

"I'm here to send things to the girl on the order of my prince's son. And get the prince's mask back." The man spoke in a cold voice.

"Are you Lan Yan?" Feng Yunqing was stunned, then immediately let go of Wen Chu's hand tightly, and walked forward involuntarily, as if he wanted to see the man clearly. Is this person who exercised his skills on her back yesterday? Thinking of those warm hands, all her consciousness was on the verge of losing, and she only remembered those warm hands.

Wenchu ​​suddenly took action and grabbed Feng Yunqing's arm, looked at the man, and spoke in a cold voice: "Don't bully people too much. Tell Lan Xiaoqing that no one would care about what he gave, and there was no mask here."

"I'm just following the order. Young Master Wen is not Miss Feng after all. As for what is Lan Wang's Mansion and what is my prince, you can't take over Miss Feng!" Lan Yan spoke in a cold voice, without any emotion.

"Looking for death!" Wenchu's phoenix eyes condensed into ice in an instant. Ruyu's hand waved, and the powerful and cold aura flew towards the blue flame like a sharp sword. It was as fast as lightning.

"Stop!" Feng Yun was shocked and took action in an instant. Feng Yuan's palm turned into a wall of air and suddenly blocked Wen Chu's Qinxin Sword. Then he paused for a moment and gently pushed his hand. Wen Chu's arm turned around. With a loud bang, the only stone table remaining in Xiangsi Pavilion turned into lime.

His little face was a little pale. It turned out that Wenchu's Qinxin sword technique had already practiced to the ninth level. If this hits a person, thousands of arrows would penetrate the heart and be ashes.
Chapter completed!