Today is not yesterday, yellow flowers are thin

"Well done, Song Feili!" Chu Qianchuan held Song Feili's hand tightly and walked into the Raksha Pavilion.

His pace was so fast that Song Feili couldn't keep up at all, staggered and fell a few times, but was dragged by him abruptly and continued walking, with a rough attitude, just like treating a puppet.

When she arrived at the Raksha Pavilion, Song Feili was thrown to the ground by Chu Qianchuan. She was in pain, and before she could raise her head, she heard a scream of pain in her ears.

Song Feili recognized that it was Lan Qiao's voice!

Song Feili's complexion changed drastically, and she hurriedly got up from the ground, and saw Lan Qiao was tied to the tiger stool, and there were two guards waving whips on her bloody back, those whips were stained with blood ...

"Lan Qiao!" Song Feili screamed, and subconsciously ran over to protect Lan Qiao.

The whip that was too late to stop fell on Song Feili's back, causing her to clenched her teeth in pain, and cold sweat filled her forehead.

But she didn't care so much, and hurriedly broke Lan Qiao's face: "Lan Qiao, how are you doing? Don't scare me, Lan Qiao..."

Lan Qiao exhausted all her strength to raise her hand to touch Song Feili's face. Her eyes were full of tears, and blood was overflowing from the corners of her lips on her pale face. The princess is gone, this servant is sorry for Madam... for not being able to protect the king and concubine..."

Before she finished speaking, Lan Qiao closed her eyes, and dropped her blood-soaked hand.

Song Feili's eyes widened, and she yelled hysterically: "Lan Qiao... woo, don't... Lan Qiao..."

Tears kept falling from Song Feili's eyes as she hugged Lan Qiao, who was covered in blood, trembling all over.

"Song Feili, take out the antidote!"

"The antidote? What antidote?" Song Feili looked at him mockingly, her tear-filled eyes filled with despair and hatred: "I don't have the antidote, and I don't know what the antidote you are talking about." !Chu Qianchuan, you killed Lan Qiao, you drove me to this point, I hate you, I will never forgive you in this life!"

Chu Qianchuan's face was ashen, and suddenly a voice came: "Qianchuan..."

When the melodious voice came, Song Feili looked up and saw Lin Luoyan coming in from the outside wearing a cloak and looking haggard and weak.

Hatred flashed in her eyes. Taking advantage of Chu Qianchuan's lack of reaction, she quickly broke free, pulled out the sword on the waist of the guard at the side, and quickly stabbed at Lin Luoyan: "Lin Luoyan, I will kill you!"

It was all her, if it wasn't for her, her Lan Qiao wouldn't have died at all!

Lin Luoyan didn't expect Song Feili to dare to kill her, so he opened his eyes suddenly, and forgot to react for a while.

Chu Qianchuan shouted in surprise: "Fish, be careful!" Pulling out the soft sword at his waist, he was about to step forward to block the sword in Song Feili's hand, and slapped Song Feili away with the wrong hand.

Song Feili slammed into the wall beside her, her back was in severe pain, as if her internal organs were being pulled together, she suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, her pale face was soaked in cold sweat, her long hair was loose, and the brown mark on her face stood out. It made her look like a ghost.

Looking up, she saw Chu Qianchuan holding Lin Luoyan in her arms, with a worried face: "Yu'er, are you okay?"

Even without looking at her, Song Feili bit her red lips, and her constricted eyes were full of hatred. She picked up the sword that fell aside, and wanted to stab Lin Luoyan again.

Everyone didn't expect Song Feili to be so relentless, Chu Qianchuan hugged Lin Luoyan to block it, and the long sword in his hand stabbed at Song Feili unexpectedly.

With the wind and lightning, Song Feili had no time to dodge, and the soft sword pierced directly into her left atrium...

Song Feili's pupils narrowed quickly, and the eyes that fell on Chu Qianchuan were full of disbelief. For a moment, a mocking hatred was drawn on his lips: "Chu Qianchuan, I hate you, I don't want you anymore. I like you! Forever and ever, I, Song Feili, are at odds with you, and I will never let you go even if I am a ghost!"

Chu Qianchuan stared at her blankly, but was too shocked to say a word.His thoughts turned back and forth, his face became more and more ugly, but it was as if someone had pressed his acupuncture points, and he couldn't move.

A sharp pain in his heart made Chu Qianchuan almost unable to breathe. This was something he had never experienced before!

Song Feili raised her face sadly, and suddenly grabbed Chu Qianchuan's sharp sword that had pierced her left atrium with her hand. The palm of her hand was cut, and blood gushed out. Li looked up to the sky with a long smile: "Chu Qianchuan, I wish you and Lin Luoyan to grow old forever, to see each other and hate each other, and never have a confidant!"

"No!" Chu Qianchuan murmured subconsciously, but Song Feili closed his eyes, swayed his body, and fell down...

"Song Feili!" Chu Qianchuan yelled, stepped forward to hug her, and shook her violently: "This king will not allow you to die, you open your eyes for this king!"

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