"Yeah." Jiuyin nodded vigorously, her eyes full of tears.

Without any comfort or pity, she really hurts, it really hurts.

I have been with him for a long time and have not been tortured so miserably. Today, he is like a devil.

Tear people to the fullest.

It’s not that she is not afraid, but she just doesn’t dare to let him know that she is afraid of him.

Until now, she is still scared by the bloody scenes, and she doesn't know whether the tears she shed are because of pain or fear.

But no matter how scared you are, you have to deal with him with a smile.

Feng Chenye's lips were hot, but his eyes were extremely cold.

"I'm so anxious to see if he has left the imperial city?" He held her lips hard, kissing and murmured.

The words sounded warm and silenceful, but Jiuyin knew that he was so angry that he wanted to kill her.

She closed her eyes and nodded.

I can never lie in front of him, and there is no need for this.

"Well..." Her lips were scratched by his sharp teeth, and she closed her eyes in pain, and continued to bear his anger.

"So what if I leave? I can beat him once, and I can win the second time." He put her lips and his cold eyes fell on her smooth back. "Do you continue to use you this time?"

Jiuyin didn't speak, just whispered, like crying.

He was always like this, with a cold face and heart. No matter what he said, she just pretended not to hear it.

"When he leaves, aren't you afraid of never seeing him? Well? Are you afraid?" He tightly locked her waist and began to plunder her wildly with panting!

Damn woman! That damn heart!

"He's gone, you'll never see him!"

He hates the feeling of being betrayed, but this woman, over and over again, even if she has difficulties, why don’t she tell him directly?

She never wanted to open up to be with him, but she was willing to make friends with those men and give advice for them, because she believed them but did not trust him!

When did a woman who gave her whole sincerity and the only woman who was willing to accept and tolerate her, from beginning to end, trusted herself?

"Damn it, you damn woman!"

"I don't want to see him, I just want you, I just want you! Ah... um..."

Qingcheng, don’t come back after leaving. This imperial city, this royal family is not suitable for him.

He is always so clean and so extraordinary that he doesn't know how to intrigue with others except for marching and fighting.

But this royal family is full of conspiracy and frame-ups. People's hearts are cold and blood is cold. Who can guarantee that he will not turn around and decide to attack you?

Qingcheng, return to the battlefield, return to his own home, and never come back.

"pain……"

...

There will always be a moment when there are storms and rains.

I don’t know how long it took, but Jiuyin almost thought that she would fall down and never wake up again. The torture finally ended.

The man who was tired of falling on her was now opening his deep starry eyes and staring at her for a moment.

"Stop being angry anymore." She raised her hand, and her fingertips passed through the bridge of his personality's nose.

Even if I have some anger, I am so crazy just now, should I vent my vent?

In fact, Prince Yi just wanted to find a breathing mouth. She was in trouble. When she hit the gun, or even if she couldn't, she would definitely be caught by him. Who said that the idea was made by herself?

She can deceive others, how can she deceive him?

"Can we go home?" she said softly.

go home!

These two words hit Feng Chenye's heart heavily.

When I went home, what home did I go back to? Is it the home of the two of them, or the home of her and Mu Jin?

He dared not think about it because he was used to disappointment. When disappointment could no longer cause more turmoil in his heart, disappointment began to know how to deal with it with a normal mind.

"Go back to our home, stingy." Jiuyin moved, trying to break free from his body.

But he still pressed her tightly, not giving her a chance to escape at all.

"Die woman..." Don't lie to him, don't play with him anymore, he is not as strong as she imagined, really isn't.

"There is something I haven't told you." She leaned close to his ears, took a deep breath, and then suddenly whispered: "Before being with Mu Jin, I was pregnant, and the child... is here now."

“…”

The sea breeze blew by, and his blood-stained clothes had dried up slightly. Even his black hair was stained with blood. His long, originally soft hair was glued together by blood, and it was indescribably gloomy and terrifying.

However, the beautiful smile that is rare in the world is indeed rare in the world. The unhidden smile overflows from the corners of the lips, winding all the way to the eyebrows. The faint smile is like the blowing spring breeze, a touch of touch, refreshing the heart.

He has never been so warm. The cold and arrogant Prince Yi has always been cold.

In addition, the battle on the beach today added a cold feeling like he was from hell.

But at this moment, no one would think he was cold. What others saw was just a gentle and beautiful man, and his blood could not hide his tenderness and brightness.

On the other hand, the beauty who walked with him seemed to have been tortured because of that violent rage. She almost couldn't stand firmly on her legs, let alone step forward.

In the end, Prince Yi couldn't see it, so he directly picked up the person and stepped onto the deck.

"Prince!" The guards saluted one after another and made way for them.

"Cleaning the scene." Leaving this, he hugged his woman and jumped down from the boat.

From now on, this woman may not leave him again.

No matter how many people she has pretended to be in her heart, no matter who she still thinks about whom, at least, there is a part of her heart that belongs to him.

Once upon a time, he was proud and rather be broken than bets? Now, he has broken his heart and tried his best to bets, but only for one "bets"?

Jiuyin reached out and gently pulled his clothes on. Fortunately, the blood on her head had dried up, otherwise she would feel disgusted.

How sad is it that people who are destined to fight on the battlefield are uncomfortable with a little blood?

On the beach, a white figure stood in the wind.

After searching for a whole night, not only Feng Chenye was exhausted, but Feng Mujin was also completely anxious.

If he hadn't known that someone was more anxious than himself, he had already rushed in on the deck just now.

Sometimes people have to accept their fate. When someone envys him for being able to meet his wife's heart, isn't he always envious of him for occupying the most important part of her heart?

Some feelings can be seen too clearly by others, and only the person involved is confused.

"Go back with me?" He asked softly, looking at the woman who was obviously overworked in Feng Chenye's arms.

Jiuyin looked up at him and clearly felt the body of the man beside her tense. She shook her head and smiled: "Do you mind going home with him?"

"I said I mind, would you just go back with me?" Meeting a man's cold gaze, he touched his nose and smiled, "It's just a word."

Turning around, she attracted the carriage that had been waiting on the side, "Let's go, it's so dirty, it's hard for her not to dislike it."

"How do you know she doesn't dislike it?" Feng Chenye snorted coldly and walked towards the carriage.

He hesitated for a while before turning around and lifting the curtain. Looking at Feng Mujin, who was sitting in front of the car, his thin lips did not move, and he wanted to speak but stopped.

"I'll send you back to Prince Yi's Mansion, don't worry." Feng Mujin said casually as he was struggling with this.

Feng Chenye's palm tightened, but hesitated, and in the end he had nothing. He returned to the carriage, hugged the woman who had already fallen asleep in his arms, closed his eyes to rest.

The wind was calm along the way, and the horse was walking forward quickly. After more than an hour, Prince Yi's Mansion arrived.

Feng Chenye jumped out first and looked back at the car. The woman was still sleeping soundly. His eyes flashed slightly, but he still didn't speak.

"What exactly do you want to say?" Feng Mujin jumped beside him, frowned slightly.

If you are still angry about Zhan Qingcheng's escape, it doesn't look like you. Just now, you are on the boat, and from a distance, you are clearly smiling at the corner of your lips.

"You..." Feng Chenye glanced at him, then looked at the sky, silent.

After a long time of silence, he suddenly said, "Thank you."

Thank you... Just two simple words made Feng Mujin a little unable to react. Thank you, why?

"Tonight, you look at her." Leaving this, he turned around and walked into the door, ignoring everything behind him.

The black hair really dried up, dancing slightly in the wind, and the wisps returned to its softness as water, just like the chop in his heart, and it seemed that it was gradually being comforted.

Sometimes, a choice is such a simple thing.

One thought of hell, another thought, maybe it is heaven.

A long time later, on a night of a moon-like moon, a violent man begged for the first time: "Baby, when will I see him?"

"It's almost done, wait for Mu's finances to finish."

"Give a time limit." Give it another concession.
To be continued...