How much does Feng Luan know about love?

"Bastard, Qi Ye, you bastard—"

Her lips were already bleeding, but Feng Zhiwei couldn't help screaming as if she didn't know the pain.

"what--"

Qi Ye stretched out his hands to cover her softness, and clenched his palms violently, without any intention of pity, and his movements became more rough, forcing her to scream.

"Have you forgotten how you seduced me in the past? Treating you like this now? How did you become a beast?"

Feng Zhiwei panted heavily, struggling like a fish stranded in thirsty water.

After a long time, the torture finally came to an end, Feng Zhiwei slumped on the solemn dragon chair, undressed, his eyes were gloomy, as if he was dead.

"Hang the traitor Rong Jing on the city wall to show the public, all the men of the Rong family will be cut in half, and the women will be used as military prostitutes."

Qi Ye withdrew to leave, put on his outer shirt, and issued orders to the outside world.

A total of 130 lives of the Rong family were wiped out in one sweep.

Feng Zhiwei opened his eyes, his fingertips trembled slightly, but he couldn't move, and he couldn't make a sound from his throat.

Damn him!

Damn her too!

But Rongjing didn't deserve to die, and neither did the Rong family.

Feng Zhiwei tried her best to fall off the dragon chair, grabbed his clothes and begged in a faltering voice: "No, no, Qi Ye, I beg you, don't do this..."

Qi Ye ruthlessly pulled back the corner of his clothes, and snorted coldly: "Feng Zhiwei has been imprisoned in the Cold Palace, and cannot be released without an order!"

Feng Zhiwei fell to the ground, she was no longer the high and mighty emperor, no one could save her, no one could save her...

The palace walls are dense.

She leaned against the window every day, staring in the direction of the tower in a daze.

It seemed that the next moment, he could see that man who was like a spring breeze, with a warm smile, striding towards her.

"Squeak-"

The door of the temple was pushed open, followed by scattered footsteps.

"My lord, it's time for you to eat."

Feng Zhiwei still didn't move.

The maid's voice sounded again, a little higher than before.

"My lord, it's time for you to eat."

Seeing that Feng Zhiwei didn't respond, the two maids looked at each other, sighed, and retreated together.

The huge hall regained its tranquility once again.

This continued for several days.

Feng Zhiwei was leaning on the bed with his last breath, a familiar smell suddenly penetrated his nostrils, but he didn't even look at anyone.Ambergris, cold and long-lasting, was once her favorite smell, how could she not recognize who it was?

"Are you determined to die?" Qi Ye raised his eyebrows.

Feng Zhiwei turned his face away, Qi Ye was not annoyed, he hummed softly with his cool lips, and waved his big sleeve.

"Bring everyone up."

"Sister Huang, help me..."

A familiar cry sounded in his ears, Feng Zhiwei turned his head violently.

Kneeling in the hall was a young man in fine clothes, her underage imperial brother.

Feng Zhiwei's pupils shrank sharply, trying to think about it, but fell down again due to weakness.

"You, what do you want to do?"

After not speaking for a long time, Feng Zhiwei's tone was hoarse and dry, as harsh as rust scraping across the ground.

Qi Ye sneered, raised the knife in his hand and dropped it, blood splashed, his dripping head rolled far away, with lingering terror in his eyes, a young life just passed away.

"Do not--"

Feng Zhiwei fell from the collapsed building with a sound.

Seeing her most beloved imperial brother with his head in a different place, Feng Zhiwei hugged the young boy in his arms almost crawling and rolling.

But he didn't know whether to pick up the unrepented head first, or the cold corpse.

"what--"

Feng Zhiwei cried and screamed, she thought her heart would have died long ago, but it was still hurting, why, why did she do this to her!How could he be so cruel and cruel!

"Why are you doing this! Why are you?" Feng Zhiwei slapped her hands on the ground and roared at Qi Ye.

Qi Ye stared at her from a distance, and said coldly: "No one can challenge my patience. If I don't let you die, you can't die. If you want to go on a hunger strike, you have to pay the price!"

Feng Zhiwei fell into an ice cave, it turned out that her younger brother died because of her, she went on a hunger strike, so Qi Ye killed him, she was wrong, she should have died earlier.

Feng Zhiwei glanced at Qi Ye in despair, stood up, and rushed towards the painted red pillar beside her...

In the nick of time, Qi Ye grabbed her arm, pulled her hard, and pushed her to the ground.

At this time, the footsteps outside the door approached, seeing the person coming, the expression on Qi Ye's face softened significantly, and he asked softly, "Why are you here?"

"My lord, I can let the imperial sister eat! I will share your worries."

Feng Rong'er, the only untitled princess in the Great Feng Dynasty, came wearing Sichuan brocade shoes, with a smile on her face that made me feel pitiful.

Qi Ye frowned slightly, as if he didn't want Feng Rong'er to be exposed to such a bloody scene, then glanced at Feng Zhiwei who was on the ground, and parted his thin lips lightly.

"Okay, but you have to be careful."

Feng Rong'er nodded shyly.

Qi Ye raised his foot and walked out first, followed by a group of palace guards escorting the prince.

The huge palace was empty again, only Feng Rong'er and Feng Zhiwei were left. If it wasn't for the strong smell of blood in the nostrils, it would seem that everything just now was just an illusion...