The ink has been developed.

Nangong Ling, however, has not started writing yet, which makes the little girl a little nervous, wondering if she should remind her.

Just when she was about to speak with difficulty, Nangong Ling finally picked up the pen.

The tip of the pen was dipped in ink and landed lightly on the paper, but with a heavy stroke.

The maid was stunned.

The prince's writing hand is shaking?

Feng Jiuqing didn't know what was going on here, so she just frowned and asked, "What do you owe me?"

Nangong Ling stared at the heavily written paper and said nothing.

Just when Feng Jiuqing thought he wouldn't answer, he spoke up, "What you said, as well as the dead fetus in your belly, I owe you."

Feng Jiuqing was stunned.

She subconsciously touched her belly, shocked as never before, child?

What child?

Nangong Ling had already removed the paper and replaced it with a piece of white paper. He began to write carefully and carefully, writing slowly and heavily.

——

"I hope that after we are separated, the ladies will comb their buns again, sweep their eyebrows beautifully, and appear graceful and graceful. I hope that I can choose the master of high-ranking officials, resolve my grievances and resolve my knots, and not even hate each other. I will be open to each other, and everyone will be happy?"

The signature seems to be the three characters "Nangong Ling" written with full sharpness.

Looking up, Nangong Ling saw Feng Jiuqing sitting there with a sense of loss.

Obviously, she hadn't been able to react to the information from Nangong Ling. She only touched her abdomen, but naturally she couldn't sense anything.

Nangong Ling looked away and couldn't bear to look anymore.

He originally thought that Feng Jiuqing would scream heartbrokenly, but she was much quieter than he imagined.

Nangong Ling walked up to her and handed the letter and the letter of departure to her with her own hands.

"From now on, you are free." Nangong Ling said softly, "Feng Jiuqing."

He called her name, these three words seemed to be carefully polished by his lips and teeth, and his tone was softer than ever before.

But no one thought about it.

Feng Jiuqing raised her hand to take it blankly, looking at the He Li Shu written by him with great care, a smile appeared on her pale face.

"Thank you for your trouble." She said politely.

It was just a letter of divorce, but Nangong Ling used the most beautiful congratulations?

"Only when husband and wife write it down together can we complete the divorce." Nangong Ling said, "If it's inconvenient for you, I'll write it for you."

Feng Jiuqing put down the book and looked at him deeply, "I have nothing to say to you."

Such a look was so cold that Nangong Ling was overwhelmed by the coldness. Little did he know that in the past, he had given Feng Jiuqing a look even colder than this.

Feng Jiuqing said coldly: "You can write whatever you want. I just want to know what happened to the fetus in my belly."

Feng Jiuqing would definitely not say her best wishes to him.

Nangong Ling knew it very well, but she was not disappointed because she never expected it.

But he knew he couldn't avoid Feng Jiuqing's question.

"Last time, you and I..."

When talking about private matters, Nangong Ling didn't make it too clear, as if he was caring about others around him.

Feng Jiuqing already knew.

She couldn't believe it. It had been several months before she realized it.

No wonder she has been feeling weak and lethargic recently, and wants to eat more and more. This is the original reason!

However, before she could notice, the child was gone.

She didn't know what she was feeling in her heart, only an unprecedented sense of confusion.

But in Nangong Ling's eyes, Feng Jiuqing stared at him indifferently.

Nangong Ling felt like there was a lump in her throat, and she swallowed back everything she wanted to say.

After a long time, he heard Feng Jiuqing say ruthlessly: "Forget it...this way it will be a cleaner conclusion."

Nangong Ling froze in place with a cold face, but was suddenly attacked by a feeling of embarrassment in her heart.

Yes, why did he think that Feng Jiuqing would want their child?

She is free and easy at heart, and the past will become the past, and she will no longer miss it, just like their current relationship...

Nangong Ling suddenly had the idea of ​​tearing up the copy and leaving the book.

The above words are carefully considered and written with sincerity, but they are also hypocritical.

He didn't want her to choose a high-ranking official, he just wanted to bring her back under his wing.

But he knew too well that he was the evil person who pointed his sword at her.

Countless emotions flashed through her heart, and Feng Jiu felt regret that she had never experienced before.

For a long time, with regret, he uttered five words in a panic, "You have a good rest."

Feng Jiuqing didn't give him any look.

When Nangong Ling walked out of the door, a sweet taste filled her throat, and a trace of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of her mouth.

"Prince Sheng, don't be too impulsive."

At this moment, Qin Huawu's gentle voice came from the side.

Being angry and attacking the mind is a big taboo for those who practice martial arts. If you are not careful, you will go crazy.

Nangong Ling gave him a cold look and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth carelessly.

Qin Huawu folded her arms and asked, "Why didn't you tell her about the poison in your body?"

Maybe Feng Jiuqing can forgive you?

Nangong Ling did not answer, but said: "Yaowang Valley is indeed a good place. I allow you to take her with you."

Qin Huawu didn't like the order he said, but she still said: "Oh, I see, you are afraid of injuring her."

"But even if you don't say anything, I won't let her get any harm."

Nangong Ling frowned subconsciously.

Like a ferocious beast defending its territory, his eyes showed possessiveness.

Qin Huawu smiled half-heartedly, like a cunning fox, and said deliberately: "Miss Feng is also a special woman for me."

Nangong Ling was sinking like water now.

…

But what was supposed to come would come. On the third day after Feng Jiuqing regained consciousness, she left the palace.

Nangong Yue couldn't even see her.

The night is dark.

A carriage had already left the imperial capital with Feng Jiuqing.

"Why didn't you tell Nangong Yue when you left?"

The driver on the carriage who was discussing this matter with a smile and a gossipy mood was none other than Qin Huawu.

Feng Jiuqing looked at him faintly: "You know what you're asking."

Qin Huawu said again: "Can you trust her?"

"With Nangong Ling here, I don't have to worry about anything." Feng Jiuqing said calmly.

Qin Huawu couldn't help coughing dryly, with a strange expression.

Feng Jiuqing looked at him suspiciously, "What's your expression?"

Qin Huawu was afraid that she would see something fishy, ​​so she quickly said: "I don't have any expression, it's quite normal."

After a pause, he still couldn't help but said: "It's just that I'm a little surprised to see so many interesting things from Prince Sheng these days."

Feng Jiuqing didn't understand what kind of riddle he was playing.

Qin Huawu is innocent too, it was Nangong Ling who didn't let him share the trouble.

But thinking that this was for Feng Jiuqing's good, he calmly shut up.

Feng Jiuqing frowned unconsciously.

She is the one who can't figure it out.

Naturally, she noticed the changes in Nangong Ling.

It was as if something happened to her that she didn't know about while she was unconscious.

But she was so disheartened that even her anger at being stabbed had been wiped out, so where could she think of intervening?
Chapter completed!