Fang Yongnan answered truthfully, and then explained all the details of that night to the "King of Hell". When he heard that Feng Shuiqing gave him a "body-building" medicine, Xuanchen Mandrill's eyes suddenly became stern.
Fang Yongnan was so frightened that he quickly explained that after taking the medicine, he felt weak, tired and tired. It should be...
The ultimate medicine for humanity.
Hearing this, Xunchen Mandrill laughed out loud.
My little girl is very brave.
After Fang Yongnan finished speaking, his sour heart finally slowly fell away. My little girl, I couldn't bear to make her cry.
If you are really scared to tears by this scumbag.
Life would be worse than death, it would be an advantage for him.
When Fang Yongnan was dragged out of the camp, there was no intact skin on his body.
His eyes were poked out and his lips and nose were gouged out.
Even the wrinkle at the corner of his mouth was bruised into a bloody hole.
Beneath his body was a dagger with only the handle remaining.
It can be said that it is too miserable to look at.
Even so, he still didn't die, he was just lingering and gasping for air, feeling every pain on his body. He kept mumbling over and over: "I was wrong... I was trash... I was scum... I was wrong...
…I am not as good as a pig or a dog…I am disgusting…”
Finally, he was thrown into the deep forest.
As the weather got colder and it became increasingly difficult for the wild wolf to find food, he dragged his blood-covered body back to the cave.
Fang Yongnan's brain went blank from the pain, and his ears were filled with the sound of wild wolves tearing pieces of flesh. Every time his body shook from being bitten, severe pain would penetrate his bones.
The darkness in front of his eyes was endless, and there seemed to be liquid snaking downward from the rotten flesh at the corner of his eyes, perhaps bright red tears, or blood that was about to drain away.
His consciousness gradually blurred, and the words Ling Ao once said to him could not be removed for a long time, lingering in his mind: "You'd better be polite to my master, otherwise I'm afraid you'll cry too ugly when you beg for death."
…
While his master was leading the army on an expedition, Ren Xue secretly read through the letters on the desk of Yuan Chen.
Huh... not bad.
His Royal Highness the Third Prince did not mention the princess in the letter...
Accidentally saw my butt!
Blade Blood took a long breath and slumped down on the chair.
If I want my master to know about this, I have to cut off my butt!
Thinking about it, he swallowed and subconsciously rubbed his butt.
"Congratulations to welcome the coach back to camp!"
The sound of soldiers saluting respectfully came from outside the tent. Renxue stood up and picked up a piece of Chenchen Mandrill's robe. He planned to explain a few words to him and hurried back to the imperial city.
Yuan Chen opened the curtain, and his golden battle armor was covered with a thick layer of white snow. Even his long eyelashes were stained with a little white frost.
"Master! You are back, and I am about to return to the imperial city. Please bring another piece of your clothes to the princess! The last one was stained."
Xuancheng took off his armor and sat on the Taishi chair.
Looking at the snowflakes falling from my head, I felt a little dazed.
"Master? I'm leaving?!"
Seeing that he didn't respond, Ren Xue asked again.
"etc."
Huan Chenzhao uttered two words, then began to paperweight and bend over the desk.
Not long after, a painting was completed under his pen.
He put the painting into the painting tube and handed it to Blade Blood.
"Take this back to her."
"OK!"
Ren Xue took it with a smile. He had just seen what his master had drawn, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Master is still sentimental! Hehehehe! When will that stupid goose of the princess become so enlightened?
Bowing with both hands, Blade Blood held the painting in one hand and hugged the clothes in the other, preparing to leave.
Behind him, there came the sound of a very cold mandrill.
"If you forge her letter again, I will chop off your hands."
Instantly, goosebumps appeared all over Blade Blood's body, and he nodded repeatedly: "Master, I understand... I don't want you to get close..."
Alas...my little trick couldn't be hidden from the master after all...
After Ren Xue left, Hyun Chen opened the crumpled letter full of cracks.
Perhaps because of his deep longing for him, at first he really thought that the letter was written by the little girl. After holding the letter and reading it hundreds of times, he finally discovered that the letter was a forgery.
Because he has seen his name written clearly in Feng Shui.
In the word "Qing", the last stroke is a horizontal stroke. She will use a slight force at the end of the stroke, resulting in a heavy ink mark.
But the love letter did not have such details.
In a rage, he tore the letter to pieces.
Then I changed my mind and pieced it together bit by bit.
It would be a good idea to let her read the letter when she returns to the imperial city. When she reads the letter, her little face will become as red as an apple.
Thinking about this, Xuan Chen took out an exquisite wooden box.
Inside lies a bunch of pink jade bracelets.
He picked it up carefully, placed it in his palm and rubbed it gently.
The war is nearing its end...
My little girl.
Soon, I will return safely.
…
Feng Shuiqing rubbed her sore and swollen knees, and drank jujube and snow fungus soup while snoring.
After Fenglushan learned about Fang Yongnan, he was furious and punished her by kneeling in front of her mother's memorial tablet for two hours every day.
She understood that her father was worried about her.
The situation was urgent that night. If the third prince had arrived a step later, she might have been trapped in jail and unable to escape.
So, she obediently knelt down every day.
Just now after kneeling, Feng Shuiqing felt that both knees no longer belonged to him.
"Princess! Princess! Hehehehe, I'm back! Do you miss me?"
Li Xue entered the house from outside the door, threw the clothes in his hands aside, took the painting, and handed it to Feng Shui Qing, who was frowning: "Look, this is the painting that the master painted for you!"
"You guy! You didn't knock on the door! You've been looking for Xiunchen Mandrill these days? Why didn't you say hello? I thought you were captured by Lin Hong's remnants! You brat!"
Feng Shuiqing put the painting aside and continued to eat the food in the bowl, not wanting to pay attention to him.
When the emperor found out about Lin Hong and Fang Yongnan, he was furious. He ordered all the ministers who had been friends with Lin Hong to be arrested and interrogated.
Some powerful ministers, seeing that they could not avoid being held accountable, simply broke up with the court and used private soldiers to resist.
Fortunately, His Highness the Third Prince had already anticipated this and caught them all in one fell swoop.
Because Ling Ao was seriously injured, Feng Shuiqing originally wanted to send Blade Blood to the palace to help the third prince. However, after looking for him for several days, he was nowhere to be found, which made her anxious and she really thought she had been arrested.
"Hehehehe..." Renxue scratched his head and felt a warmth in his heart, "Princess! You care about me so much! I'm so touched!"
"You guy...you are always smiling, how do you look like a killer?"
Feng Shuiqing looked at his frowning look and couldn't help but laugh.
"Princess, take a look! This painting was painted specially for you by the master!"
Blade Blood stepped forward, put the bowl in front of her aside, and put the painting tube into her hand.
This stupid Goose Princess! Why does she seem to be indifferent to her master! Alas... when will these two people be able to achieve enlightenment? How sad! How sad!
Feng Shuiqing glared at him and had no choice but to open the painting.
It is a picture of ink and snow.
In the distance, the mountains are rolling and undulating, as if they are galloping across the sky and the earth. Nearby are the branches of jade trees and hundreds of military camps arranged neatly.
Three or two soldiers gathered together to warm themselves by the fire and chat. They were either laughing or their eyes were lost in thought, perhaps because they missed their families.
The most eye-catching thing is the goose feather snow that connects the earth and the moon.
The sky is frozen and the earth is closed, the wind is strong and the frost is flying.
Every snowflake is a little ink stain.
Some are round and some are flat, some are big and some are small, some are regular and some are messy.
Just looking at this painting is like being there.
On the lower right side of the painting is the seal of Hyun Chen Mandrill, and two lines of sharp handwriting by Juan Lin. However, there is a deep sense of longing in the handwriting:
"Everything I see in the painting is my scene, but it is difficult to paint my lovesickness."
Feng Shuiqing just displayed the painting like this, stunned in place.
Is it difficult to express lovesickness?
Isn’t every drop of ink in this picture filled with lovesickness?
A sore and itchy fire gradually ignited in my chest, it hurt and burned.
The stamen of the bud hidden deep in the heart is exposed. It seems that a snowflake has drifted from the painting, soaking in the tip of its petals, making it cold and moist.
Seeing that the person watching the painting had lost his reaction, Renxue smiled knowingly.
The silly goose was moved!
Look at those little sparkling tears rolling in my eyes!
Hey hey hey...
"Princess, please take your time and take a look. I went into the palace to find His Highness the Third Prince. The master also has a letter asking me to hand it over to him!"
Feng Shui Qing gently taps the head of the ear and carefully rolls up the picture.
Just as Wu Qixue and her maid Cuizhu walked in from the door, she quickly put away the painting tube and filled a bowl of jujube antler and snow fungus soup for her.
Ren Xue walked out of the house and was shivered by a gust of cold wind. Looking at the dead trees standing on the roadside, his expression rarely became indifferent. Another year is about to pass, and she...
Where exactly?
"oops……"
Suddenly, someone bumped into his back.
Blade Blood turned around, but was stunned for a moment.
Xia Ying originally thought that the lady had been suffering from pain in her knees in recent days, and it was just in time to make winter clothes, and all the cotton wool in the house was used up. So she was a little anxious and wanted to go out of the house quickly to buy some cotton wool to make a pair of knee pads for the lady.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I stepped out of the threshold, I bumped into a hard object.
Feng Mansion usually has guests and courtiers coming and going. No matter who she bumps into, Xia Ying is very frightened. So she quickly bowed her head and apologized: "I'm really sorry, I bumped into you."
There was no reaction from the person in front of her. She raised her head in confusion and met a pair of clear eyes filled with trance and emotion.
"It's you?!"
Without any time to think, Xia Ying clutched her chest and fled quickly.
Blade Blood stared at her panicked back, clenching his fists bit by bit. The heart that had been frozen for a long time finally gained warmth and began to beat slowly.
It turns out that people have been searching for her for thousands of times.
That person...
Actually living in the princess's mansion! This chapter has been completed!