rich little concubine

Walking up step by step on the cold ground, Ji Ziyang only remembered a voice in his head saying, let him wait, wait for the door to open, wait for someone to appear.

The door opened, and he came up. The bright fire light in the hall made his eyes hurt. After adapting to the strong light, he saw the guards and a tall man in the hall.

But who are they?

Why is everyone's face so strange? The tall and handsome man's face is covered with strange black hair. Looking at him, his expression is both anxious and surprised, and full of tenderness.

Slightly taken aback, Ji Ziyang took a step back, almost falling back into the dark passage.

The man shot quickly, pulled him into his arms, and called Yang'er incessantly.

Younger?It was him who called, is this his name?But why he couldn't remember, his mind went blank.

"Ah...it hurts..." Ji Ziyang held his head, the more he thought about it, the more painful it became.

"What's the matter with Yang'er?" Ran Mofeng immediately hugged him up and left the side hall.

When the city was broken, he had asked someone to inform Xuehe, who was staying in the imperial city, to bring a genius doctor to the palace, fearing that Ji Ziyang would be hurt.

He has thought of everything very thoughtfully.

"My head hurts!" Ji Ziyang hugged his head and struggled, something seemed to break through and come out loudly.

"How did this happen! What did the empress do to you! Tell me!" Ran Mofeng was in a hurry, and his tone was a little heavier, and more of the blame for himself in his heart.

If he hadn't left people in the imperial city back then, how could it be like this now.

How could he look at the person he was thinking of so painfully? The hostility in his body had already dissipated when he saw Ji Ziyang, and he looked at him with distress.

No matter how tough a man is, he has now become an infatuated man with soft fingers. He felt that he had spoken too seriously just now, so he slowed down his tone and said, "Aside from the headache, what else is uncomfortable?"

The caring look of asking in a soft voice shocked the surrounding demon soldiers in disbelief.

Is this still the ruthless Asura-like prince just now!Could it be that they had an illusion?

Ji Ziyang couldn't answer a word, and the uncomfortable look made the man in his arms restless, and he was even more worried: "Yang'er! Look at me, do you remember what happened?"

I don't know, he doesn't know anything, Ji Ziyang can't remember what happened to him, looking at the man in front of him, he asked, "Who are you?"

A simple question was like digging a bloody hole in Ran Mofeng's chest, his body froze for a moment, and the blank eyes of the other party hurt him even more.

An indelible haze gradually gathered in the deep eyes, and he said to Wo Feng beside him, "Bring her here." Naturally, he was referring to the queen.

This woman, he wants her to pay back a hundredfold!

The person in his arms was still struggling and wriggling, but Mo Feng suppressed the irritability in his heart, hugged Ji Ziyang on his lap, making him lean comfortably in his arms, and the two sat in the middle of the palace.

The man completely ignored the demon soldiers standing on both sides of the hall, and rubbed Ji Ziyang's temples himself: "Is it better?"

Ji Ziyang nodded.

"Then Yang'er looked at this king, really can't remember who this king is?" However, Mo Feng was very persuasive, he had already found him, even if he couldn't remember, he would let his Yang'er know him again.

When Ji Ziyang heard this, his brows frowned and his headache intensified again.

"Okay, okay, I won't force you," the words fell, and then Mo Feng put his hand into Ji Ziyang's clothes, wanting to check for any injuries on his body.

Pa -- a loud and clear slap in the hall was caught off guard.

As soon as Wo Feng raised his feet and wanted to step into the hall, his footsteps just stayed in the air, neither advancing nor retreating.

There was another bang, and Yi Meijun didn't hold the weapon in his hand and dropped it on the ground. He wanted to pick it up, but he didn't dare to move.

"What are you doing!" Except for Ji Ziyang's questioning, the others were completely silent and extremely quiet.

Their princess slapped the prince? !Still in front of their eyes.

All the demon soldiers lowered their heads in unison, wishing they could just pierce their necklines.

Everyone was waiting for the lord's thunderous anger, but instead of hearing the lord's angry or reprimanded voice, they asked softly if the other party hurt?

No one dared to look up, but they all had a question in their hearts, what hurts or not?Didn't you hit the prince in the face?

Although Mo Feng was beaten, but he didn't mind at all when his Yang'er lost his temper. He tolerated the other party's bottom line, and even he himself didn't know where it had been refreshed.

"Does it hurt?" Ran Mofeng pulled the angry Ji Ziyang, took his fanning hand and rubbed it lightly, his white palm was a little red from the slap just now.

"You..." Ji Ziyang was a little speechless, and some strange feelings surged up in his chest.

What exactly is going on?Who is this man?Why are you treating him so well?

"Hahaha... You really have deep affection for him...Okay, okay, you have deep love, I want you to die! My son will feel at ease in the ground, hahahaha... How easy it is to die... Only by torturing each other more painful..."

When Nangong Shu entered the hall and saw this scene, she laughed heartily.

"What nonsense!" Wo Feng kicked up, and Nangong Shu lay on the ground. The crazy woman no longer looked like a queen.

She looked at the puzzled Ji Ziyang with a crazy smile, and pointed to the ink seal opposite him. The smile in her eyes was like a poisonous snake, which made people panic, and said: "He, it is the ink seal."

But the ink seal?

The wanton noise in his body suddenly broke out, it was full of hatred and killing intent, which had been hidden in his body for a long time.

He remembered, when he heard the name, he immediately remembered, the face that he thought was unfamiliar just now was very familiar to him at this moment.

He is Ji Ziyang.

That person is Ran Mofeng.

All kinds of past events flooded my heart. The man in front of me once cared for him, cared for him, and even pampered him to the bone, but all of this was a conspiracy.

It was this man who was using him with a very deep city, paving the way for his great cause of rebellion, and keeping others in check for him.

All the pasts are illusions, and the chaos and confusion in Ji Ziyang's eyes are gone, replaced by coldness, ruthlessness, relentless pain, and unexplained murderous intent.

Withdrawing from this man's embrace step by step, tears rolled down from his eyes line by line.

"Yang'er!"

"Let go!" Ji Ziyang shouted coldly, stepped back further, and even picked up the knife that fell just now.

"What are you doing!" Mo Feng hurried forward and strode forward, Ji Ziyang's mood was suddenly very unstable, anyone could see it: "Put down the knife, don't hurt yourself."

"Hurt yourself? How could I hurt myself? It should be the prince who doesn't hurt me anymore..."

With such a mournful voice, Mo Feng was very distressed, what happened to his Yang'er: "When did this king hurt you?"

"Why do you want to blame me..." Ji Ziyang didn't answer, but seemed to be talking to himself, and slowly pointed the tip of the knife in his hand at the man in front of him.

The anger in the palace suddenly became tense, and the sword of the Demon Army was aimed at Ji Ziyang at the same time.

"Back down, my king!" Ran Mofeng yelled, his emotions were hovering on the verge of rage, but he didn't allow any point of a knife to point at his Yang'er, even if the other party wanted to hurt him.

Everyone was helpless, the prince's order had to be obeyed, and everyone withdrew from the queen's palace.

"When did this king betray you again? This king once promised to favor you alone in his life, and you were the only one, and he never regretted it."

However, Mo Feng patiently explained that he could take Ji Ziyang down first, and then talk about it, but the other party was holding a knife, and he was afraid of accidental injury.

Ji Ziyang smiled ironically, still stubborn: "Okay, since that's the case, let me ask, what do you think of me!"

"Of course it's the king's concubine!"

"Ridiculous! The prince told me, with whom did I pay homage to when I entered the palace?"

However, the ink seal was shocked, and he did not show up at the worship hall that day.

"Let me ask you again, on the night of the bridal chamber, did you ever drink a cup of wine?"

However, Mo Feng was shocked again, unexpectedly Ji Ziyang remembered all these things.

"I have one last question. When you suddenly fell in love with me, did you plan to let me stay in the imperial city as a bait early in the morning?" You asked in a voice, every word and every word. Mo Feng regretted it.

"Yes, the king had this intention at the beginning, but later..."

Ji Ziyang interrupted him, and said again: "I have never paid a visit to the hall, I have never had a cup of wine, how can I be your princess if the ceremony is not completed, and the love under the body is just like a man's doting on you... The only one you really love is Princess Jiarou ..."

However, Mo Feng couldn't hear Ji Ziyang's description of himself as so lowly, he wanted to pamper the person opposite him, so he could only follow the other person's words to appease him: "Yang'er, it's my king's mistake...it was my king's consideration before. Not Zhou... But Princess Jiarou is already dead, so how can I have any relationship with her!"

Ji Ziyang refused to listen to the persuasion, and suddenly got into trouble, stabbing the chest of the man in front of him with the tip of the knife.

However, Mo Feng clamped his two fingers together, and the tip of the knife could no longer penetrate half a point. Pain flashed in his eyes: "Yang'er... really want to kill me?"

"Yes!"

"Okay, as Yang'er wishes!" With two fingers loosened, the tip of the knife instantly sank into Mo Feng's chest, the black clothes became darker, and the bright red blood smudged in the hall drop by drop.

The monstrous hatred and pain added a deeper sting under this knife.

Ji Ziyang was about to go insane from the torture, and there was nothing but Killing Mofeng in his mind, but why did he feel more pain in his heart when he stabbed him down.

As if stabbed in his own heart.

"Yang'er, if you are still annoyed, I will accept another blow." The man was still gentle.

"Hahaha...I really didn't expect King Zhenbei to be an infatuated kind. It's a pity, he only remembers that he hates you...uh..."

In the middle of Nangong Shu's speech, she was suddenly lifted by an invisible gust of wind and hit the table, then fell heavily to the ground.

Although Mo Feng was anxious to appease people, it didn't mean he wouldn't deal with this vicious woman.

One of Nangong Shu's legs was dislocated under the impact, but she could still laugh: "People in this palace fed him Wanghun incense day and night. This fragrant soup can make people hallucinate and forget their original intentions. His name, he can't remember anything in the future..."

"But why do you want to kill me again?"

"That's because Bengong gave him a hint... Hahaha... Do you know how much he has to suffer from your love with others before he hates you so much that he wants to kill you..."

Ji Ziyang was still immersed in pain, and didn't listen to others' words at all.

Although the knife had penetrated into the man's chest, he couldn't penetrate it any more.

"Two or two strangers have been separated, and the slightest love has been broken for a long time. Now that the relationship is over, we should never know each other! If we meet again someday, either you will die or I will die." The end of love is here.

He couldn't do it, he just wanted to leave.

The blood-stained knife was slowly drawn out, gouging out someone's heart and shattering affection.