How much does Feng Luan know about love?

After carefully looking at it several times, Feng Zhiwei confirmed that the person in front of her was Rong Jing, the brother Rong Jing who had been by her side since she was a child, and could do anything as long as she was happy.

Tears came out of her eye sockets, and she stroked his face with trembling fingertips, drawing little by little, smooth and thick eyebrows, eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, moist and distinct lips...

"Brother Rongjing."

"It's me." Rong Jing held her hand and rubbed her palm with his face, "I'm still alive."

"Brother Rongjing——" Feng Zhi called out slightly, ignoring why he was still alive, ignoring the weakness of his body, and threw himself into his arms, hugging his waist tightly: "Great, you You're still alive, you're still alive, Rongjing, you're still alive..."

Rong Jing's body stiffened obviously, and it took a long time before he stretched out his palm and patted her on the back lightly: "I'm sorry, I just showed up now."

How many times, he hid in the dark and wanted to see her, but he was in a dangerous place and she was imprisoned, so...he had to suppress the impulse.

Feng Zhiwei hugged Rong Jing and cried for a long time before letting him go, and asked with tears in his eyes, "Rong Jing, what's going on? Haven't you..."

"The other day I found out..."

Before he finished speaking, he frowned, as if he heard something, he immediately grabbed the long sword, turned around and grabbed Feng Zhiwei, but it was a step too late.

"Bang!"

The door was knocked open, Qi Ye stepped in with a group of vicious guards, flicked his sleeves, and sneered, "Since you are not dead, shouldn't you run away first? Or... I can't wait to hide my life. gone?"

Feng Zhiwei's heart trembled, she hurriedly pushed Rong Jing away and walked to the front: "Rong Jing, hurry up, hurry up!"

"Let's go? He alone? Is it too simple?" Qi Ye looked down on them like a god's mansion high above, with the disdain to overlook all living beings.

"Let him go, Qi Ye, let him go."

Feng Zhiwei panicked, begging helplessly, his actions in the past few months had already shown that Qi Ye would never let Rongjing go, but she still wanted to beg.

Sure enough, Qi Ye sneered slightly with his cold lips, "Please? Is this your attitude?"

Feng Zhiwei wanted to kneel when she heard the words, but was supported by Rong Jing: "Your Majesty, don't ask him! You are the emperor, and you should be honored at all times. You are on the side first, and I will protect you!"

Looking at his back, Feng Zhiwei's heart was wet again, this scene is so familiar, he has always protected her, protecting her desperately.

She is so good, why didn't she find out before?Instead, Qi Ye is the only one in his heart?

"No, Rongjing, I don't want to lose you again." Feng Zhiwei tugged on his sleeve, sobbing.

Rong Jing smiled and patted her hand: "Don't worry."

"Take him down!"

Seeing this, Qi Ye lost all patience, waved his sleeves, and let out a stern look in his falcon-like eyes, and let out a stern voice.

The guards got the order, they swarmed up to form a circle, and rushed towards Rongjing with their swords out of their bodies.

No matter how good Ren Rongjing's kung fu was, he tried his best but couldn't beat the guards who had killed and circled around him, so he gradually became a little tired.

Qi Ye pulled the saber from his waist, and with a single step, he pointed directly at Rongjing's heart.

Over there, Rong Jing held a sword in his hand and propped himself on the ground, panting softly.

Feng Zhiwei's pupils shrank.

No, no, she doesn't want Jing to die!She never wants anyone she cares about to die in front of her!

Feng Zhiwei rushed forward without hesitation, opened her arms and faced the sharp blade glowing coldly.