The beauty of the red mansion

Anxious and panicked, Fenghua only felt that his heart began to contract uncontrollably again, without thinking, almost subconsciously, Fenghua covered his chest, bent over, and squatted on the ground, making a look of unbearable pain.

The emperor stood there, looking down at Fenghua coldly.

The scrutiny is very clear.

Obviously, he didn't believe that Fenghua would fall ill at such a time.

For the first time, Fenghua hoped that he would fall ill.

However, God just likes to fight against people. When he doesn't want to get sick, he gets sick from time to time. If he wants to get sick, he refuses to come.

"Stop making trouble!" the emperor said with a dull expression on his face.His voice was cold.It's just that there seems to be a kind of powerlessness in the cold.

Fenghua knelt down on one knee, grabbed the emperor's robe, looked up at him, tears welled up in his eyes, "medicine."

Although I can't make a sound, it's no problem to make simple mouth shapes.With only one word, even if you don't understand lip language, you can guess what she means.

The emperor bent down, his angry eyes approached Fenghua's face, he grabbed Fenghua's hand pinching his thigh with the other, "Do you think I'm a fool?"

Seeing that Fenghua had been exposed, embarrassment flashed by.

The emperor snorted coldly, didn't say anything more, just pinched Fenghua's hand, and dragged her away.

The strength of a man, especially the strength of a martial artist, cannot be resisted by Fenghua.Even though he didn't want to, Fenghua could only half-drag forward in embarrassment under his forceful pull.

At this moment, there was a sharp stabbing pain in my heart, and then, the overwhelming pain came over me like this.

Almost instantly, Fenghua collapsed to the ground, with a "plop", Fenghua was dragged to the ground by the emperor.

The emperor stopped, turned and looked coldly at Feng Hua who was curled up on the ground.

"It's a mess like this, doesn't it look good?" The emperor narrowed his eyes, and the eyes that were originally full of anger were also stained with a layer of frost at this moment, "Do you want me to order someone to resist you?"

Fenghua wanted to speak, but let alone she was dumb at the moment, even if she was healthy, she could not speak under such pain.

It's just that the pain in the heart is enough to kill, not to mention the pain in the neck left over from the hijacking incident.

Adding the two kinds of pain together, the feeling of not being able to breathe is even more serious. Fenghua thinks that sooner or later, she will be tormented crazy by this kind of pain like maggot tarsus.

Fenghua had a purse around his waist, and there was medicine in the purse. Although the effect was not very good, it could relieve some pain.

However, in front of the emperor, after she had expressed the fact that she needed to go home to get the medicine, how could she take the medicine out of her purse as if nothing had happened?

The emperor's patience was exhausted, he simply didn't wait for Fenghua's answer, and directly shouted, "Come on!"

Outside the forest, guards came immediately.

"Will... will... hold her up..." The emperor took a deep look at Fenghua, his eyes gradually became firm, and then ordered the guards coldly, "Go back to the palace!"

Under the torment of pain, Fenghua had no room to resist.

In fact, Fenghua didn't want to resist anymore.

She doesn't want to take medicine, doesn't want to resist, she wants to see her own life and death, how does this king who pretends to be a "love saint" maintain his mask?

Although the guards were very careful, Fenghua was still so jolted that she almost felt nauseous. Seeing that the carriage was not far away, she felt that her consciousness had begun to blur.

No matter what the owner of Fenghua is, her body still takes good care of itself, and it will pass out when it decides that it can't bear it, so as not to suffer more damage.

"Girl!"

Hearing this voice, I was overjoyed, and my mind suddenly became clearer.

Seeing Fenghua being hugged in someone's arms, Mr. Feng, who was worried about her safety, used his superb martial arts, and came to Fenghua from more than ten feet away in the blink of an eye.

With just one glance, Mr. Feng recognized that Fenghua was suffering from an illness, he hurriedly took out a porcelain bottle from his body, skillfully poured out a pill and sent it to Fenghua's mouth.

Since Fenghua had this problem, not only Fenghua himself, but also the whole house carried this pill with them, just to deal with this unexpected situation.

"No!" The emperor, who was very close to Fenghua, grabbed Mr. Feng's hand first, "She doesn't need this!"

Mr. Feng looked at the emperor, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he couldn't see how his wrist was turning. Everyone's eyes were blurred, and they stared again, only to see that he had escaped from the emperor's restraint.

"what are you doing?"

As soon as he made such a move, the guards immediately drew out their sabers, their faces were stern, and each of them seemed to be facing an enemy.

The royal guards reacted like this, and the guards of the Lin family brought by Mr. Feng naturally did not show weakness.

In this way, the two sides confronted each other with swords drawn.

The emperor was not surprised by this either. He slowly raised his hand to stop the guards from moving, and looked at Mr. Feng with his hands behind his back, "She's already recovered, she doesn't need to take medicine."

"What do you know?" Old Mr. Feng was very impatient, and naturally he didn't have a good voice.

As he said that, he wanted to go forward to feed Fenghua the medicine.

The emperor raised his arm to block Mr. Feng's way.

"Since that's the case, don't blame me for being rude!" Before Mr. Feng finished speaking, the emperor was already clutching his chest and taking a few steps back.

"You're not helping her, you're hurting her. She's healed, she's cured, she can't still be in pain." The emperor didn't care about himself, leaned directly on the guard who stepped forward to support him, and shouted with all his strength, " The reason why she still feels pain is because she can't pass the test in her heart, it's her own hallucinations that are at work, and it won't do her any good if you feed her painkillers like this."

Mr. Feng was only stunned for a moment, and the last gleam of brilliance in Fenghua's eyes had disappeared.

She couldn't take it any longer and passed out.

Taking the medicine was useless, Mr. Feng held the pill in his hand, and turned to look at the emperor.

His eyes are presumptuous, looking carefully.

"Presumptuous, do you know..."

The emperor glanced over, and the man with the appearance of the chief guard shut up, not daring to say more.

Standing there calmly, the emperor let Mr. Feng scrutinize and evaluate, "I know, you all love her and follow her, but is this really good for her? Maybe you think I'm cruel, but at this time It's better to be cruel than soft! Moreover, she was hurt because of me, and I have the responsibility to help her overcome obstacles and really get better..."

Old Mr. Feng sighed softly and shook his head, "Believe me, the girl's injury is different from what you think. I am also a doctor. To put it bluntly, my medical skills are not worse than the imperial doctor. The situation they said is true. It exists, but the girl does not. Otherwise, no matter how much I feel sorry for you, I will be ruthless..."

The emperor was slightly startled, and took a step forward, "You don't believe me?"

"It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. I don't want to get involved with you and the girl." Mr. Feng picked up Fenghua from the carriage, "Now, I'm going to take her home."

The emperor's face turned serious, and he stepped in front of Mr. Feng, "You can't take her away."

"Are you going to do it?"

Speaking of starting hands, even with one person, Mr. Feng has absolute confidence.

The emperor waved back, "You all go down!"

The guards were stunned, completely unaware of what the master meant.After a while, the inertia of obeying orders made them suppress all their worries and retreat silently.

"You know who I am." The emperor looked into Mr. Feng's eyes and stated calmly.

Yes, this is a statement, not a question.

"So what? Do you want me to kneel down and shout long live?" Old Mr. Feng raised his eyebrows, like an irritable young man who had never experienced anything in the world.

The emperor was not angry, let alone putting on the emperor's airs, but leaned lazily on the carriage, "That's unnecessary. I won't put on the emperor's airs in front of you. Because..."

The emperor's eyes darkened, and he suddenly said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I know you very well."

Mr. Feng's complexion couldn't help changing, and he looked at the emperor with a somewhat unfriendly expression.But he didn't say anything, but just like the emperor did before, he waved his hand to signal the guards of the Lin family to retreat too.

After everyone left, Mr. Feng said, "I won't interfere with the matter between you and Guan'er, but I won't help you either. If you want to get her, you can't use coercion. If she Willing to go with you, I won't say anything."

"Of course she is willing to come with me." The emperor's voice rose a few degrees, his chest heaving.

So loud, I don't know if I want to persuade others or myself.

Old Mr. Feng could see the emperor's strong outside but dry inside at a glance, "Oh? Really? What I saw doesn't seem to be the case..."

That kind of guilty conscience and lack of self-confidence can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye.

"You don't understand a woman's mind, she just lost her temper with me." The emperor's eyes were a little erratic, "You don't know how we used to talk about everything..."

Old Mr. Feng smiled lightly, as if he had a winning ticket in his hands.

"Perhaps... maybe there is something related to her surname Lin..."

Looking at the young emperor, Mr. Feng, who had been there before, suddenly felt sorry for him—so what if he is above tens of millions?When you fall in love with someone, he is just an ordinary person, who cares about gains and losses, and has no imperial spirit at all.

"That being the case, why don't you wait for her to recover and invite her into the palace openly?" Mr. Feng picked up Fenghua, turned around and left.

After all the good things were said, the emperor couldn't help being annoyed by this result. He refused to lift his eyelids, and threatened sinisterly: "Do you want me to tear away all the things you did to the Lin family back then? If the Lin family sister Brother knows what you have done, what do you think they will do? They...should kill you with their own hands, right?"

For the first time, the emperor used the self-proclaimed "zhen" and assumed the posture of an emperor.

Mr. Feng's footsteps froze when he left, and he stood there straight, without moving for a long time.

"Don't meddle in the affairs between Zhen and Dai'er, otherwise..."

Mr. Feng didn't look back, but interrupted the emperor's words unceremoniously, "As you wish!"

After all, he lifted his legs and left.

The emperor was slightly stunned, and then furious, "Do you think I dare not?"

Mr. Feng didn't stop walking this time, as if he didn't hear anything, he just walked steadily step by step.

The emperor clenched his fists unconsciously, barely suppressing the anger in his chest, and finally it didn't erupt on the spot.

"If you really just like Guan'er, if you have no other intentions, you should give her enough respect and follow the royal wedding rules." Just as Mr. Feng's figure was about to disappear, his voice It came from afar, faintly, softly, but very clearly, "Mo Yu and I have always valued only Guan'er's wishes."

The emperor's gaze kept flickering, his lips were tightly drawn, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Your majesty, do you want to intercept the princess?" The guard commander stepped forward, boldly, and asked cautiously.

Although Mr. Feng's martial arts is very high, but he brought a lot of people, if he really does it, it is not hopeless.It's just that what he said was not unreasonable, let alone...

Tightening the sketches in his sleeves, "No, we have more important things to do."

"Go back to the palace."

Following an order from the commander of the guards, the emperor embarked on his way back, running in the opposite direction from Fenghua's way of going.