How much does Feng Luan know about love?

The tongue of fire opened its teeth and claws, and the red flames were soaring.

Qi Ye scolded with scarlet eyes, "What's going on? Why are you here?"

Feng Rong'er, still in shock, was supported by two palace maids, and she came out from inside covering her mouth and nose.

"I came to look for Sister Huang, and wanted her to think about it, but for some reason, my sister suddenly went crazy, and actually..."

Qi Ye looked at Feng Rong'er fiercely, and urged in a bad tone, "What?"

"My sister wants me to die with her."

Then she threw herself into Qi Ye's arms, Feng Rong'er sobbed, "If it wasn't for the protection of the palace guards, the concubine might not be able to see the king."

As soon as the words fell, a guard cupped his hands to report, "Your Majesty, the fire is too big."

The meaning is self-evident.

Qi Ye was furious, "Bring her out alive, if she dies, I want all of you to be buried with her."

"Yes."

Seeing a group of people busily fighting the fire, Qi Ye still couldn't let go.

"boom"--

The roof beams fell down, and the muffled sound was like thunder, Qi Ye finally couldn't hold back, he raised his foot and was about to rush over.

"what……"

Feng Rong'er cried out tenderly, her hands tightly grasping Qi Ye's skirt.

Qi Ye was forced to stop, turned to her impatiently and asked, "What's wrong? Is it okay?"

"Your Majesty, my stomach, my stomach hurts..."

Feng Rong'er stroked her stomach, grabbed Qi Ye's skirt, bit her lower lip, her face was pale and sweaty: "Your Majesty, my sister hurt my stomach in it earlier, son, son, he must...you... ...You save him quickly..."

Inside the firewood room.

As if being forgotten by others, Feng Zhiwei let the flames engulf her, illuminating the crystal tears on her face, and finally closed her eyes in despair.

With a sound of "bang", Feng Zhiwei suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed with hope, but unfortunately the person in front of him was not Qi Ye, but a young guard whom he had never seen before.

The corners of his lips curled up in self-deprecating, both of them had broken families, it was hard to tell who owed who, but now that they were in such a situation, it was extremely ridiculous to expect him to save her with nostalgia.

Sure enough, man cannot conquer the sky, when she and Qi Ye got married, all the ministers risked their lives to meet and fight against her, she was the one who insisted on going her own way.

retribution!

The hope in her eyes dissipated, and Feng Zhiwei was eroded by the billowing thick smoke, and finally she couldn't bear it anymore, she closed her eyes and passed out.

"Cough cough..."

When he woke up again, the surroundings were no longer surrounded by flames, his throat was dry, and Feng Zhiwei couldn't help coughing lightly.

Without noticing the dark shadow beside him, he raised his eyes and saw the guard standing tall, Feng Zhiwei didn't speak, she was waiting, the other party would not do anything in vain, since he took the risk to save her, he must have asked for something, now she is no longer Believe anyone, let alone what human nature is good?

The guard looked at her with vague eyes, and finally raised his hand to his ears, the thin human skin was torn off, revealing his original face.

Feng Zhiwei turned pale with shock, and blurted out, "Brother Rongjing?"