shoe?

Nangong Ling was worried and opened the door anxiously. When she saw it, she saw a mess in the house.

The pillows and quilts on the bed were scattered all over the floor.

Nangong Yue broke into a cold sweat and hugged Feng Jiuqing tightly, shouting something unconsciously.

Feng Jiuqing stabilized Nangong Yue and prevented her from falling to the ground. However, her forehead was dripping with cold sweat, so her situation was not as easy as Nangong Yue's.

Seeing that the door was suddenly knocked open, Feng Jiuqing gritted her teeth secretly and glared at him fiercely.

That look seemed to be saying - get out!

Nangong Ling would not listen to her.

He frowned slightly and looked at the two of them, his nose twitching slightly, apparently smelling a vaguely familiar smell.

Then, he stared at Feng Jiuqing's chest and frowned.

The smell of blood...

Maybe it was the dim light from the candles in the room, or maybe it was because Feng Jiuqing's dress was also crimson, so he didn't see Feng Jiuqing's wound open at the beginning.

Feng Jiuqing could no longer care about him.

Nangong Yue's situation is very unstable.

She seemed to be trapped in an endless loop, all she could say was "shoes".

Gritting her teeth, Feng Jiuqing followed her lead and said, "Yue'er, don't be afraid, you can see what he looks like."

"No... don't... I'm afraid!" Nangong Yue cried, "He will kill me!

Feng Jiuqing had no choice but to be patient.

The most difficult thing for people to overcome is the fear in their hearts.

"Yue'er, can you tell me what kind of clothes he is wearing?" Feng Jiu made insinuating remarks.

Nangong Yue hugged her head and huddled up. She didn't say anything, but just held her in her arms in fear.

The smell of blood became stronger, and Nangong Ling could clearly see that the blood stains on her chest were wet and the marks became wider.

He couldn't help but frown and walked towards Feng Jiuqing.

Feng Jiuqing didn't notice him and pressed hard, "Don't be afraid, Yue'er. Be brave. Look up and see. What color is that person wearing?"

After a long time, Nangong Yue finally dared to speak: "Gong, father-in-law..."

Feng Jiuqing felt happy.

Finally there is progress!

Unexpectedly, when she raised her head happily, she met the eyes of Nangong Ling, who had walked in front of her at some point.

Everyone was stunned.

Nangong Ling's cold eyes flashed coldly, and she stopped because of the words Nangong Yue suddenly uttered.

He knew Nangong Yue, but the foolish Nangong Yue was not familiar with the people in the palace.

She knows how to call Zizhu by her full name, gets angry at people, and is afraid of the servants in the palace, but she cannot call a certain little eunuch "father-in-law" in a serious manner.

Feng Jiuqing was interrupted by his silent interruption, and everything she wanted to ask was stopped.

Asking again, the sound of Nangong Yue's breathing sound coming from her arms as she slept soundly.

She helplessly glanced at the soothing incense in the room that had burned to the end and had to give up.

Just as she was about to put Nangong Yue on the bed, she felt her eyes go dark for a moment.

"Why don't you continue asking?" Just when she was in a daze, a big hand with sharp bones supported her.

Nangong Yue in her arms was also taken away by Nangong Ling.

Feng Jiuqing calmed down and then dispelled the darkness in her eyes.

"What are you doing here?" She glared at Nangong Ling angrily.

Nangong Ling rarely glared at her.

He said coldly: "I'm afraid you'll scare Yue'er by dying here."

After saying that, without waiting for Feng Jiuqing to retort, he threw out a handkerchief.

Feng Jiuqing gritted her teeth, but at this moment she finally noticed a large stain of blood on her chest.

She was in pain and numb just now, but she didn't even notice.

But Feng Jiuqing still glanced at Nangong Ling in surprise.

How could he be so kind?

Nangong Ling's face was still as cold as ever.

He turned around and sat at the only table in the room, with his back to her, and said in a serious voice, "Take care of the wound. I have something to ask you."

Feng Jiuqing's throat suddenly seemed to be stuck with something.

If you want to talk about her, you have to talk?

But seeing that he turned around to avoid suspicion, it seemed that he was different from the one who always wanted to kill her before. Feng Jiuqing remained silent for a long time in anger, and finally wiped the blood and went behind the screen to change her clothes.

But the bandage was supposed to be changed every three days, but Nangong Yue tore it off and had to be bandaged again.

Feng Jiuqing hid inside, and when Nangong Ling's patience ran out, she finally spoke.

"You... help me call Zizhu in." This was the first time Feng Jiuqing got along with him calmly, which was a bit awkward. "My wound is open."

Nangong Ling frowned fiercely, feeling strange.

Did he come as a messenger?

But after all the waiting, it didn’t take long.

But thinking that Zizhu had been sent away by him, Nangong Ling hesitated for a moment and went straight behind the screen.

As soon as Feng Jiuqing heard the footsteps, she knew something was wrong.

Looking up at the screen, Nangong Ling's tall figure was faintly visible on the paper screen.

"Nangong Ling, what are you doing!" Feng Jiuqing was startled and hurriedly pulled up the tops and skirts hanging on the screen to cover herself up.

The crimson skirt, like a blooming begonia, covered half of Feng Jiu's shoulders, leaving only a broken arm exposed.

Nangong Ling has always been cold-blooded and cold-hearted. When he found out that Feng Jiuqing was a spy, he only treated her as a spy and a criminal, including the last accident.

It was only now, when he saw the hand protecting the snow-white chest, that he bit his back molars and suddenly realized that the person in front of him was still a woman...

"Do you think this is my first time watching this?"

"So you haven't seen enough?"

As soon as Nangong Ling said something out of shame, Feng Jiuqing angrily threw a piece of silk in her hand.

It hit him squarely on the head.

Nangong Ling's eyebrows twitched with veins, this woman was used to kicking her nose and face.

But after seeing Feng Jiuqing take a deep breath due to the large movements, he couldn't help but suppress his anger.

Why bother with an injured person?

With this thought in his mind, he pulled off the shawl and threw it away with numb movements, and strode closer without any explanation.

Feng Jiuqing turned to be alert and stepped back repeatedly, but her foot accidentally stepped on the hem of her skirt.

Nangong Ling fished it out easily to prevent her from falling and causing secondary injuries.

He sneered, "It seems that breaking one rib is not enough, you want to break a few more."

Feng Jiuqing gritted her teeth and wanted to slap him in the face, "Let go!"

She had half taken off her clothes, with only a bellyband on her upper body, and her back was empty. Nangong Ling's palm happened to fall on her lower back, causing goosebumps all over her body.

Taking advantage of others and retaliating with bad words, I can tolerate him only because of his high martial arts skills, otherwise he will be reincarnated in a minute!

Feng Jiuqing thought about it fiercely.

Nangong Ling looked at her expression and sneered.

With his fingers together, he tapped her acupuncture points.

Feng Jiuqing was immediately unable to move. She rolled her eyes randomly and stared at Nangong Ling in disbelief, but saw him looking at her up and down with cold eyes.

She couldn't help but think of that night, and she suddenly became furious.

"Despicable! Taking advantage of others' danger! Nangong Ling, if you dare to touch me, I will make you regret it!"
Chapter completed!