After Lan Que left, Lan Qingruo dropped the last white piece.

The whole game ends.

Black and white strangle each other.

He vaguely remembered Feng Youran's words. Feng Youran is different from him. She cares about winning or losing, and the ending of this game. Whether it is a good ending or a bad ending, she insists on it until the end.

But he was unwilling to distinguish between winning and losing. It was not that he didn't dare, but that he didn't care.

But now...

On the chessboard, black and white have reached the end of their journey, and both sides have suffered losses.

If it were Feng Youran, she would have been so angry that she had already stared at her. She clearly had such a peerless and charming face, but she would always be arrogant.

I know how beautiful I am, but I have no confidence in my beauty.

He said that he could see her beauty, and he could see it from the first sight.

But she always said that he didn't have her in his eyes...

While thinking, a sharp sword light suddenly flashed.

The stern sword entangled with a red shadow hidden in the dark.

The woman in red with a veil was forced to retreat several steps by Zhi Ge, with long sleeves flying, looked at Lan Qingruo and rushed over again.

Zhige was not polite to her, and the sword in his hand was sharp and sharp.

The woman has a high light skills and can avoid Zhi Ge's offensive, but her martial arts are very average, and she has no power to fight back against Zhi Ge.

Just when he was wrong, the woman paused, and the sword of Zhen Ge had already pressed against her neck.

"Stop." Lan Qingruo opened her mouth.

When the sword stopped hearing the sound, he stopped, and the sword tip cut off a few strands of silk from the woman.

The woman was not afraid, but just looked at Lan Qingruo with her eyes, with beautiful and gorgeous eyes.

Lan Qingruo stood up and walked to her, "You..."

He had just spoken, but the veil was lifted by the woman himself, revealing his beauty.

Feng Youran looked at Lan Qingruo coldly, without saying anything, and there were many grudges, love and hatred in his eyes.

The Prime Minister's House was very cautious, and Feng Youran broke in with just one skill, which was a risk.

Zhi Ge moved away the sword edge and retreated to Lan Qingruo's side.

Feng Youran said, "I have something to ask you."

Lan Qingruo turned around and said, "Come with me."

Feng Youran and Lan Qingruo entered the house and looked up at Lan Qingruo, "The princess said she wanted to marry you."

"Yes." Lan Qingruo replied little by little.

Feng Youran asked again: "You want to marry a princess, too?"

Lan Qingruo didn't speak.

Feng Youran looked at him, after a long time, he suddenly laughed, "The world's number one talent and the noble foreign princess... are born together... You married the princess, and the whole country celebrated, everyone knows, indeed, indeed..."

She couldn't continue to say anything.

The moment she heard the news, she didn't think about anything, she just wanted to ask Lan Qingruo, are you really going to marry her?

You may not like me, but you want to like her?

But when she appeared in front of him regardless of danger and identity, the answers to these questions suddenly became less important.

Because from the beginning to the end, Lan Qingruo was the one who was Lan Qingruo. At the beginning, he had no self in his eyes, and in the end he would not have himself.

A severe pain came from his arm, Feng Youran moved his fingers, and blood flowed out of his sleeves and dripped down along the back of his hands and fingertips.

She fought with Zhi Ge and was injured by Zhi Ge. The pain and blood were not obvious until now.

Lan Qingruo saw her fingers bleeding, and without saying a word, she took the box out of the cabinet next to her, "Sit over and I'll bandage you."

Feng Youran looked at Lan Qingruo without movement.

Lan Qingruo was abnormal and grabbed her other arm and pushed the person to the low couch next to her.

Feng Youran wanted to laugh. This was the first time that Lan Qingruo took the initiative to touch her.

It was because she was injured. Does that mean that if she was injured in front of Lan Qingruo often, she would let Lan Qingruo touch her several times...

There was no limit to random thoughts, Lan Qingruo pulled up her sleeve.

A sword wound on the snow-white upper arm was thin and long.

Zhi Ge's martial arts are very good, and this sword also drew a deep stroke.

Lan Qingruo wiped away the blood with a clean cloth towel and applied hemostatic medicine.

The movements were not gentle or restrained, but the eyes were very calm.

Feng Youran kept looking at him, suddenly reached out and grabbed his clothes and pressed the person on the short couch.

With the indecent posture of overlapping up and down, Feng Youran asked with a little red eyes, "Do you really want to marry her? Do you have to marry her?"

Lan Qingruo let her suppress her, and said with a faint look: "I have never said I would marry her." "But she wants to marry you, you must not marry her, because she is the princess of Shen Kingdom. You still want to marry her. Even if you don't like her at all, you... don't like me either." Feng Youran's forehead was pressed against his neck, and she smiled sadly, "You don't like me, you don't like the princess, but you married her in the end.

It's her, because I'm not a princess..."

Lan Qingruo frowned, "Your wound is bleeding again."

The blood from Feng Youran's wound soaked the bright red gauze dress and moistened his collar.

The warm blood seemed to drip into his heart.

Feng Youran stood up, looked at the blood on Lan Qingruo's collar, and suddenly took action and grabbed his neck.

If Lan Qing didn't understand martial arts, she would easily be controlled by Feng Youran.

Feng Youran said softly in his ear: "I am not a princess, nor does she have the power to let you marry me, but I... can make you unable to marry anyone."

After saying that, she took Lan Qingruo hostage and walked out of the house.

Zhige was outside and saw Feng Youran holding Lan Qingruo's neck hand, his face changed, "Witch! Let go of the young master!"

Feng Youran's wound was bleeding all the time, and the blood fell to the ground step by step with her, and her beautiful eyes were full of blood. This smile was even more enchanting, "The man I like would never let go unless I die."

"The Witch!" Zhi Ge was furious.

Feng Youran smiled slightly, his eyes cold, "You should know that you call me a witch. I don't have that much sense. Don't stop me, and don't force me to die. Your son, but the person who wants to marry a princess in the future is very precious."

As he said that, he walked forward little by little.

Zhige was afraid and did not dare to take action rashly.

Feng Youran calculated this accurately, stepped back to the wall, and took Lan Qingruo out of the prime minister's mansion with him.

There were dark streets outside, and Feng Youran grabbed Lan Qingruo and ran aimlessly. The more she used her light skills, the more she felt that she was bleeding.

I don’t know how long I ran, but it seemed that the blood in my body was flowing.

With the last bit of strength, she finally couldn't feel the breath of Zhi Ge's reluctance to chase him, but at the same time she no longer had the ability to run.

He stopped weakly, and could not even see the stars and moonlight in front of him. It was pitch black, and he could only vaguely see Lan Qingruo.

Lan Qingruo...

When did the hand holding the neck grab Lan Qingruo's hand? Feng Youran wanted to laugh, and wanted to use the best and most beautiful side to laugh.
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