In the depth of winter in December, the weather in Jiuli is extremely cold this year. Feng Changrong is sitting in a sedan chair, her beautiful red lips under the hijab slightly curved to hide the sweetness that cannot be overflowing. The happiest moment for a woman is her most beautiful years.

Marrying the man she loved most, it was freezing cold outside, and the fresh breeze was blowing into the embroidered sedan chair. She was completely immersed in the pure thoughts of being with that person in the future, and her heart felt warm.

Not halfway through the journey, the sedan suddenly stopped. The cold winter wind opened a corner of the brocade curtain, and a chill hit her bones. She lowered her eyes and saw the melted snow stars on her embroidered shoes.

She was keenly aware of the suffocating silence outside, and through the brocade curtain there was a soft sound that reached her ears.

"Mo Han, I've been waiting for you for a long time. It's so cold."

Her heart felt cold, her fingers touched the cold red curtain, and the strong wind blew away her red hijab, revealing her stunning face.

Behind the wind and snow were two figures, one red and one green, full of affection. The beauty in the green dress glanced at her face. Her autumn eyes were full of pride and provocation. She deliberately stooped and fell softly into Feng Mohan's broad embrace.

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It stabbed Feng Changrong deeply.

The surrounding honor guards were slowly advancing towards her with weapons in hand. Feng Changrong's eyes flashed. She could sense the intermediate profound power of these warriors, and several of them were still at the level of martial arts masters.

Feng Changrong took off her crown, and her hair was covered with green hair, falling lightly with the falling snow.

The warrior backed away even an inch and did not dare to move rashly. She moved forward step by step with a bloodless face. The distance was only five meters, but it seemed like there was a chasm between them.

She lowered her eyes and saw that his and Lu Mingyu's fingers were intertwined, and the corners of their lips were slightly hooked. Facing Feng Mohan, Liang Che said heartily: "Feng Mohan, you were holding hands with Lu Mingyu on the day of your wedding. You came here to be kind to me."

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Lu Mingyu's pretty face was slightly tense, and she deliberately leaned towards Feng Mohan, her eyebrows were dancing and she was extremely arrogant: "Mo Han has always liked me."

"Pah!" Feng Changrong slapped her with his backhand, his eyes looking one part humiliated and two parts sad.

Lu Mingyu, who thought she was her best friend, now has a cuckold on her head, what does this mean?

"Ming'er." Feng Mohan stood up and stood in front of her.

Volunteered: "Changrong, if you want to hit me, hit me."

Feng Changrong hit him in the face without any politeness.

Feng Mohan steadied himself, nosebleeds appeared on his handsome face.

When Lu Mingyu saw that he was injured, she felt distressed and wanted to help him.

He raised his hand to hit Feng Changrong, and hit him again on the same spot on the left face, knocking him to the ground.

Then he stared coldly at Feng Mohan's face, his face was cold, he took two steps back, pointed at the two people, his voice was like the wind blowing, cold and sad: "Feng Mohan, Lu Mingyu, you two

You bastards, you came here on purpose to disgust me today."

Feng Mohan changed from his usual gentle image, his face was cold and sinister, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he decisively ordered: "You guys don't hurry up and take action."

Those warriors were like a flock of falcons attacking Feng Changrong.

In the heavy snow, Feng Changrong's black hair was flying high, with a cold face, he took off the two golden hairpins from his bun and used them as blades. His cold eyes passed over the group of warriors one by one, and he was running the spiritual power in his spiritual core, but he couldn't lift it up. The key

At that moment, a warrior raised his sword and slashed at her. She nimbly dodged it and kicked the warrior, sending him flying and rolling to the bottom of the cliff. The mysterious wind behind her neck was fierce. She turned around and bent down to avoid the sword between the warrior's fingers, using her dark power.

He pinched his waist, attacked his lower body, and took advantage of the moment when he was unstable to use his seventh-level profound energy to lift his chin. Hearing a snapping sound from his spine, the big-headed man fell headfirst into the snow. Feng Changrong held the gold in his hand.

The hairpin was stabbed into his throat with a blinding glare, and the warrior's eyes widened. She calmly pulled out the hairpin, and blood flowed wildly.

Her figure is as agile as a blood butterfly. Even without the use of spiritual power, she is more than enough to deal with these low-level mortal warriors.

Seeing that those people were no match for her, Lu Mingyu summoned up the courage to shout: "Feng Changrong, do you think you are still the aloof and arrogant noble princess of Prince Mu's Mansion? You know why you can't bring up the spiritual energy, because I gave it to you

The ointment can suppress it. At this time, King Mu and Prince Feng should be waiting for you in Huangquan. When Mo Han gets your spiritual core, you can reunite with them."

Feng Changrong was distracted and was stabbed in the back by the martial arts master. It turned out that the balm Lu Mingyu gave her a month ago was meant to harm her.

The wind and snow suddenly stopped, and Feng Changrong's wedding dress was stained with blood. She stood among a pile of corpses. Not far away, two martial arts masters were preparing to attack at any time.

Feng Mohan and Lu Mingyu came over.

The red robe stung her eyes, and she asked feebly, "What on earth is going on?"

Feng Mohan lowered his head and did not dare to face her.

"Answer me." Feng Changrong's eyes were wet and red, and his suppressed voice was irresistible.

After a moment, Feng Mohan finally raised his head to look at her, his eyes were dark and cold, unable to see any warmth from the past, and his voice was like dead water: "Your Majesty received a secret report from Qinyang County yesterday, and the King of England and a group of rebels are preparing to attack tomorrow.

The Imperial City urgently summoned King Mu to the palace last night and led troops to intercept Qingxi Road today."

Feng Changrong looked shocked. None of these fathers told her.

Everything seems too coincidental and unbelievable: "You are lying to me. It should be the emperor who is lying to my father. Regardless of whether the King of England will attack the imperial city at this time, Lu Mingyu has just said that the emperor wants to intercept the road.

The people are my father and my brother, why?"

Lu Mingyu said: "Princess Feng, the flowers I gave you are very beautiful, but it's a pity that you don't know that they are the Forbidden Flower of Jiuli, the Flower of the Other Shore."

After the late emperor annexed the Qing Kingdom, he had strictly prohibited Jiuli from seeing Bianhua Hua. Feng Changrong laughed at himself that his life had been in vain. He had no idea what the damn Hua Zhang was like. Everyone was deceiving her and betraying her.

Her voice was cold: "With your low level of cultivation, you cannot imprison my spiritual power. Who gave you the balm?"

Lu Mingyu was very happy when he saw her embarrassed look, and her voice raised slightly: "Let you clearly understand that the balm was given to me by the Imperial Master. Feng Changrong, I thought you had everything in the world.

Lucky, until now he is nothing but a wretch."

Feng Changrong spat at her: "Who do you think you are? You dare to judge this princess. You two are a match made in heaven. I, Feng Changrong, have been blind in my life to meet you."

Lu Mingyu scolded: "You still speak harshly even when you are about to die. If it weren't for the top-quality spiritual core in your body, Mo Han would never have gotten close to you."

"Mo Han, she has no spiritual power now, why don't you take out her spiritual core." She urged.

Feng Mo stared at her for a moment with a cold face, and said words that made her extremely chilling: "Changrong, I'm sorry, I really need your spiritual core."

Feng Changrong retreated to the edge of the cliff, looking at the vast white world, and finally put his eyes on Feng Mohan's face, with a cold voice: "Feng Mohan, you don't have the ability to cultivate the spiritual core by yourself, and you still want to get mine, you are blind."

A good skin."

After saying that, his five fingers turned into claws and pierced his heart, crushed his spiritual core, and jumped off the cliff.
Chapter completed!