Fei Xue and Qian Hua rushed to the courtyard where she lived. A trace of sadness flashed through her eyes, a strange emotion she had never felt before.【】
"Your Highness, please stay!" The voice was low and magnetic.
Feixue turned her body and glanced forward, and a bright yellow figure came into view.
Under the dim moonlight, his tall figure reflected his tall and resolute silhouette, adding a touch of weirdness.
Feixue said in surprise: "Oh! It turns out to be the second uncle. My siblings are being polite. It's late at night. What's wrong with the second uncle?"
Faced with Feixue's sudden respect, Prince Ran Qingcheng's face showed a little embarrassment. Perhaps he could only show such an expression in front of this woman.
"Shall we talk?" The voice was faint, but it reached Feixue's ears clearly.
At this time, Feixue was as cold as frost, and her voice was cold and indifferent, "Second uncle and Feixue have something to talk about. Don't let others go and get misunderstood." He turned around and was about to leave.
"Don't you want to know everything about your third brother and cousin Yun Ling? Do you know that that Xiao song is the sound of their love?"
Feixue still had an expression on her face and said coldly: "I'm sorry, I don't want to know. Those are all things in Xidi's past and have nothing to do with me. I only know that I am his wife who is about to get married."
Ran Qingcheng didn't care whether Feixue wanted it or not, and continued: "Two years ago, I escorted my third brother to the Yan Kingdom. I remember that day, snowflakes were flying all over the sky, and Yun Ling stood on the tower, dressed in a white dress, playing
It’s this song that shows the deep affection between the two people that makes people feel pity when they see it.”
Feixuefeng closed her eyes tightly and shouted sternly: "Stop talking, I don't want to know what you are talking about. Please remember your identity, second uncle."
Ran Qingcheng suddenly grabbed Feixue and pulled her into his arms. Feixue struggled desperately and shouted: "Let me go!"
Qianhua also stopped her, but she couldn't reveal her identity as a martial artist. "My lord, please respect yourself and let my princess go."
"No, Feixue, third brother does not love you. The person who loves you most in this world is me. As long as it is what you want, I will do my best to do it."
Before Feixue could react, Ran Qingcheng's overbearing lips kissed Feixue's slightly cool cherry lips. Feixue only felt waves of nauseating heat and wetness coming from her lips, and she felt extremely disgusted in her heart.
He bit it down hard, and immediately felt a fishy taste in his mouth, and a trace of bright red overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
Qianhua grabbed Feixue at the right moment, pulled her behind her, and shouted: "Prince, please respect yourself and remember your identity!"
Ran Qingcheng stretched out his hand and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. In the dark night, those fiery eyes were frightening, and the cold aura emanating from his body was intimidating.
Murong Feixue was the woman that Ran Qingcheng fell in love with for the first time in his life and wanted to get her at all costs. However, this woman's cold love made his heart ache.
He was like a wounded beast, roaring: "Why? You just didn't choose me. How can I not be better than him? You are willing to say such things as dark knots for him. What I hate most in my life is someone
Lie to me, I can endure you again and again, what else do you want me to do, woman?"
At this time, Qianhua saw Prince Ran Qingcheng showing his fierce look, hoping in his heart that the people in the dark would react, and had no choice but to reveal his identity.
At this time, Feixue was not afraid when facing Ran Qingcheng, and became stronger when faced with a strong one. Perhaps the only person in the world who made Feixue feel weak was Ran Qingxun.