How much does Feng Luan know about love?

If she had prevented her father from dispatching troops, everything would have been different.

"Zhiwei, I must be crazy to give up the happiness that is at my fingertips."

Qi Ye was like a helpless child, tightly grasping Feng Zhiwei's arm, wishing to embed her in his bone marrow.

Feng Zhiwei remained silent.

After a long time, Qi Ye tightened his arms somewhat dissatisfied, "Don't you have anything to ask me?"

"Then tell me, okay?"

Feng Zhiwei replied vaguely, but Qi Ye could understand and was ready to explain. Looking at the petals flying in the distance, she said for a long time, "She said that in exchange for the antidote, as long as I Eat the poison she developed, and she will give me the antidote."

This is Feng Xueer's conspiracy.

Maybe she didn't think that Qi Ye would be out of her control, even if she, Feng Xueer, had the antidote, Qi Ye would never take it.

"After I die, you must be a good emperor who loves the people like a son." After a pause, Qi Ye smiled wryly and continued, "With Rongjing by your side, I can rest assured."

Feng Zhiwei froze suddenly.

No matter how you listen to these words, it seems like you are confessing your last words. The more you listen, the more flustered you feel.

"No, it will be fine. Don't think about it. In the future, you will grow old with me, and then we will watch the sunrise and sunset together. This is the punishment for your mistakes."

Feng Zhiwei turned her head to look at Qi Ye childishly, her tears were already hazy, and she sucked her nose vigorously.

Qi Ye looked at Feng Zhiwei seriously, wiped away the tears on her face with distress, and said each word with an inexplicably nervous expression, "Will you be sad if I die?"

Does this question still need an answer?

Feng Zhiwei met those dark eyes, didn't speak for a long time, and wiped away tears vigorously, "It's getting cold, I'll get you a cloak."

Just when she turned around, Qi Ye had already pulled her arm, and Feng Zhiwei immediately fell into that warm embrace as he pushed hard.

"Promise me, no matter what, don't be too sad, everything will pass, and I can allow you to marry another one in the future."

After Qi Ye finished speaking, he turned his head hastily.

Feng Zhiwei's nose suddenly turned sour, and tears were already gushing out.

"I'm going to get the cloak."

Almost broke free from Qi Ye's arms abruptly.

Feng Zhiwei flew all the way to the dungeon, in the dark night, there were countless devils, Feng Xueer was very quiet, like a noble lady, carefully admiring Kou Dan.

There is no surprise for Feng Zhiwei's arrival.

"Feng Xue'er, as long as you are willing to hand over the antidote to me, I can make you king, and you will be invaluable for generations to come."

After Feng Zhiwei's words fell, Feng Xue'er raised her eyes, her slender eyes were full of sarcasm, she looked at it for a long time before she said indifferently: "Feng Zhiwei, do you know how I came here since I was a child? My adoptive father is a Langzhong, you really treated me well. I know that there are no such good things in the world. He is already seventy years old, and he even asked me to give birth to him a son! Later, he was poisoned to death by me. If you're exposed, push it all onto me..."

Feng Zhiwei pursed her lips, these experiences are indeed sympathetic, but it does not mean that this is the reason for her unkindness.

"Poor people must have something to hate. I have no intention of knowing your past, but if you are willing to save Qi Ye, I can fulfill one of your requests."

Feng Zhiwei didn't believe what she said, the most urgent thing was to save Qi Ye, she didn't have to care about the rest.