Chu Zhaoyan still said nothing. She looked down at Fengyunqing, smelled the faint fragrance of the person in her arms, and felt the soft little hands slaying her chest. Her mind couldn't help but sway and her eyes darkened.

It was indeed extremely romantic! Feng Yunqing looked at Chu Yuanxi's expression. This expression was too familiar, it was an interest, and it was teasing. If it were the past, she would have been proud. Maybe she would have added some information to his interest. Now! There was the evil star Yu Wuqing outside, and she would not be interested at all. She gave him a fierce look and said to him with a message: "If he knew it was me, I promise you would not have a good life from now on!"

"Is that right?" Chu Zhaoyan looked at Feng Yun and rolled her eyes lightly. She was also extremely cute and beautiful. She felt that the woman's coquettish anger was the most beautiful. Listening to the clear warning words in her ears, she immediately smiled and said word by word to her little face: "That prince is asking for nothing!"

The smile was as beautiful as the spring snow, and it was so beautiful that Feng Yun looked at Chu Zhaoyan's smile and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Then he felt something was wrong and hurriedly covered Chu Zhaoyan's mouth. Unfortunately, it was too late. Chu Zhaoyan sighed and said to the outside: "She is in my car!"

Damn! He was just a bastard! Feng Yunqing was almost angry when he heard Chu Zhaoyan's words. He sighed again that the prince of Nanyang was indeed not something that anyone could be.

He must have expected that she would not kill him at all! It was too late to even glar at him. Feng Yun's hand in his sleeves shook violently, and the curtain facing Yu Wuqing was lifted up for a moment. The body lying in Chu Zhaoyan's arms had already risen, as fast as lightning, just in the blink of an eye.

Chu Zhaoyan immediately took action to pull Feng Yunqing back, and found that his hands were so soft that he couldn't even lift them up. The smiling handsome man changed instantly and his body was lying softly in the carriage.

Almost as soon as Chu Zhaoyan finished speaking, a cold light flashed outside the car, and Yu Wuqing's sword had already stabbed towards the figure flying out of the curtain. It was fast, fierce, accurate, without any trace of dragging mud, completely killing people.

The white silk on his wrist shook out at the first time, wrapping around the sword that pierced the bone-bone ice. Feng Yunqing's hand was uncontrollably used it in that moment. A powerful and scorching warm current immediately blocked the cold air. Yu Wuqing's body was forced to take a step back, and Feng Yunqing flew over again, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, he pulled up in the air. Yu Wuqing took the sword in his hand and flew away closely.

This incident was only a moment, and a red shadow and a white shadow disappeared from sight one after another. At the first moment, a group of men in black suddenly surged out around the carriage. At present, a handsome man in black flew down and came to the carriage as soon as possible. He looked at the shaking curtains and looked anxious: "Master?"

Before he finished speaking, he immediately lifted the curtain and looked into the car. When he saw Chu Zhaoyan lying in the car with a pale face, his face changed: "Master?"

Chu Zhaoyan wanted to wave his hand, but his arms were so soft that he couldn't lift it up. He looked at the man in black who was lifting the curtain of the car with an ugly expression and said angrily: "Have you let you come out? Get back!"

"...Yes!" The man instantly fell off the curtain of the car and waved his hand behind him. The man in black retreated like a tide in an instant. Suddenly, a thread of air floated by, and the eunuch in front of the car was untied instantly.

"Your Highness...Your Highness... Are you okay..." The little eunuch Xiaoshunzi quickly lifted the curtain and looked at Chu Zhaoyan in the car.

"Catch the train! Go back to the house!" Chu Zhaoyan spoke coldly.

"...Yes!" He did not dare to delay, and shivered and waved his whip, and turned the carriage back, returning from the way he came.

It was actually the tenderness of the spring breeze... Chu Zhaoyan was lying in the carriage, her body swaying slightly as the carriage swayed. The thin anger on her handsome man retreated, the corners of her mouth bent slightly, and a faint smile came out. Feng Chen'er... We will meet again...

Run and chase, and start again.

Feng Yunqing hated that bastard Chu Zhaoyan to death. But what made her a little relieved was that although she did not kill that bastard, at least he also tasted the tenderness of the spring breeze.

Feeling the cold air coming after her, Feng Yunqing wanted to die. Yu Wuqing, a bastard, would not give up if she was not exhausted. Feng Yuan Tianxia took action just now, and she suddenly reacted and took back half of her skills.

It’s not that he is soft-hearted, but that he doesn’t want to. The more he wants to kill her, the less she wants him to kill her. She can kill him, but she insists on not killing her. Sometimes he thinks that Yu Wuqing must be tired of living and wants to die, so he killed her desperately, so one day he either really killed her or she was forced to kill him with a sword.

But no matter whether that day is far or not, Feng Yunqing doesn't want to kill him now. Or he has never thought about it at all. Just what she had said to her long ago, if there were Mei Ruxue and Yu Wuqing in the world, it would be boring.

Seeing that the Lan Wang Mansion was ahead, Feng Yun turned around and looked at it. Seeing that Yu Wuqing had already chased after him, he measured the location of Haitangyuan, and when he turned his body, he flew towards Haitangyuan in an instant.

She thought that there was probably only one place to save her now. She happened to go to Lan Xiaoqing's coffin to meet a beauty!

As soon as I entered Haitang Garden, I felt a powerful icy aura suddenly enveloped the surroundings, no less than the cold air emitted from Yu Wuqing's body. Haitang Garden quietly glanced around and didn't see the so-called mourning hall, with white silk hanging high, coffins and other things not seen at all.

Looking at the closed door and the closed window, there was no time to think about it, a ray of air floated by, and the window opened instantly, and her body flew into it.

As soon as he entered the room, Feng Yunqing quickly reached out and closed the window tightly. A rich fragrance of medicine came to his nose. The room was quiet and felt more icy than outside.

This is not the summer! It is simply the cold winter month, and it is not a living room at all, but an ice cellar. I couldn't help but shivering. I felt that there was no trace of popularity. Fengyun slowly turned around.

The interior was clean and tidy, without any dust. A big stove was placed in the middle of the room. The stove was burning vigorously, but it was still difficult to hide the powerful cold air in the room. After passing the stove, Fengyun saw the young man half lying on the bed next to the stove with a glance.

The man was extremely young, only about twenty years old, and half lying quietly on the bed, covered with two thick quilts. The quilt was covered with a neck, revealing only a face and a black hair. His eyes were light and had no color at all. At this time, he was looking at her calmly.

The eyebrows are like ink, the clouds are covered with darkness, the eyes are like autumn water, as clear as bright. The lips are like water horns, with only a little pink color. A face is made of white jade carvings, and like natural crystals, almost transparent, without any flaws. The black and white are scattered by the pillow. The whole person is lying there like a beautiful and peaceful ink painting. It seems to be there since eternal history.

The whole person is peaceful and quiet, as if dissolved in the air, and drifted outside the air. An innate loneliness is revealed between the eyebrows and eyes. It is like a red plum blossom blooming in the cold, admiring itself, but it drifts with the wind in the cold, waiting for the fragrance to pass the season and fall into the infinite loneliness of mud and dust.

Feng Yun looked at the man and suddenly saw countless exclamation marks in his heart! Without a trace of doubt, this is Lan Xiaoqing!

The heart was filled with surprise, excitement, gratitude, and even a variety of emotions gathered together in an instant. It was full of joy. Without any reason, she took off her identity and abandoned the identity of the person opposite, just looking at the man lying on the bed. Feng Yunqing was just glad that she was here, and he was still alive...

Just as he was about to speak, a trace of cold air outside the window that was different from here intervened, Feng Yunqing's face changed instantly. Yu Wuqing's Bai Wuchang was really gloomy. Even the feelings dared to come to the dead place.

I looked around the room and there was no place to hide. No matter where I hid, even if I hid it on the roof, the bastard would definitely find her. Feng Yunqing turned around in a hurry, and his eyes suddenly settled on the bed where Lan Xiaoqing was lying.

His eyes lit up instantly, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He looked at Lan Xiaoqing who was lying there, walked to the edge of the bed in three or two steps, jumped lightly, rolled into the bed, reached out and lifted Lan Xiaoqing's quilt, and he went straight in: "I'm leaving my life to you! You must save me!"

After saying a word, Feng Yunqing even got his head into the quilt. He even had his head and feet, and his whole body was covered by a thick quilt, and he didn't even reveal a corner of his clothes. His movements were flowing and he was done in one go.

Lan Xiaoqing was stunned at first about this series of changes, then slowly turned her head and stared at the woman who was crawling into his quilt. She felt warm in the quilt, her body trembled suddenly, and her handsome face became a little more transparent.

As soon as he got into the quilt, his head suddenly took it out again. Feng Yunqing's little face turned pale. Looking at Lan Xiaoqing, who was also handsome and weak and white, he said in fear: "You can't be made by Bing, are you? You're frozen to death!"

Her lips pursed slightly, Lan Xiaoqing looked at Feng Yunqing and slowly shook her head.

"Forget it, who made me take refuge in Nanyang City now..." Feng Yunqing got into the quilt again, feeling Yu Wuqing's footsteps approaching the door, quickly stretched out his arm and wrapped it around Lan Xiaoqing's waist, resisting the coldness coming from his body with difficulty, and whispered: "There is a bastard outside who wants to kill me. You must not let her take me away, otherwise I will be dead!"

After saying that, he reached into his arms, took out a fragrant fragrance and put it in his mouth, and used his fingers to slap Lu Lan's waist: "I heard that I must not be able to hear it!"
Chapter completed!