"I heard that your face was ruined?" Nangong Chu's face was gloomy, he didn't want to say anything and went straight to the topic.
"That's right." Feng Xingying nodded.
Nangong Chu turned his head away in disgust. When he thought of the rumors, he felt dirty even approaching this room, so he said unceremoniously:
"Tomorrow, my father will announce your entry into the palace and dissolve the engagement between you and me. If you still have my Chi Wen Pendant, please return it."
"Sword." Feng Xingying stretched out his hand.
The Chi Wen Pei and the Xihuang Sword were tokens exchanged between His Majesty and Feng Xingying's parents.
Especially the Xihuang Sword, which was once the portable sword of Feng Xingying's mother, but now it is regarded as a spiritual treasure by Nangong Chu and is worn by Nangong Chu at all times.
"This..." Nangong Chu put his hand on the long sword, obviously reluctant to let go:
"To be honest, I have a connection with this sword, and I really don't want to let it go. How about this, I'll order someone to help you build a set of protective soft armor, okay?"
Or, I can give you a personal guard so that she can protect you at all times. This is better for you than an impractical Xihuang Sword. "
"I only want the Xihuang Sword." Feng Xingying was firm.
Do you really think she is a fool? Do you want to exchange your broken metal for a spiritual sword that can increase your spiritual power
"This..." Nangong Chu hesitated.
"You alone are worthy of possessing the Xihuang Sword? Okay, I'll give it to you, catch it if you can!" Feng Yuexian was furious, whipped out the Xihuang Sword, and stabbed Feng Xingying on the shoulder.
Feng Yuexian's attack was extremely fast and ruthless, and he was obviously not prepared to hold back.
The Xihuang Sword stabbed Feng Xingying's shoulder, and blood stained the sword's body red in an instant.
Nangong Chu didn't know if he was hallucinating, but he felt that the phoenix carving on the sword had become lifelike and alive after being dyed red by Feng Xingying's blood at this moment.
Unfortunately, he couldn't see it.
At this moment, Feng Xingying's courtyard door slammed shut.
They couldn't break into the courtyard and seize the sword handle
Nangong Chu looked stunned, but just shook his head helplessly: "What a pity, such a good sword."
Feng Yuexian kept beating on the courtyard door: "Feng Xingying, come out here. Don't think that you can keep His Highness the Crown Prince's things from being returned by hiding inside."
A piece of jade pendant was thrown out from the courtyard wall like garbage.
Feng Yuexian quickly picked up the jade pendant, put it in the palm of his hand and rubbed it, and with his wonderful eyes, he secretly sent his eyes towards Nangong Chu.
Just wait for him to say a word and give the jade pendant to the beautiful woman, and she can replace Feng Xingying and become his future crown concubine. What she wants is a main concubine, not a side concubine.
Unexpectedly, Nangong Chu didn't understand Feng Qing at all. He roughly took the jade pendant back, snorted coldly, turned around and left.
Feng Yuexian's face was covered with a mist of grievance, and she kicked the door of Xinghuang Garden bitterly, and then chased Nangong Chu.
…
Just let them go
Is Feng Xingying someone who suffers casually
But now, she had to bear this loss for the time being.
Or maybe she was a blessing in disguise.
Just after the Xihuang Sword pierced Feng Xingying's shoulder and was stained with Feng Xingying's blood, it strangely merged into her body bit by bit.
Feng Xingying didn't want anyone to see this weird scene, so he hurriedly closed the door and threw the jade pendant away to send the dog away.
By the time the two people left, Xihuang Sword had completely integrated into Feng Xingying's body. It was as if this thing was originally a bone in her body.
At the same time, Feng Xingying also disappeared.
The place where she appeared again was a scorching space, surrounded by dancing flames.
When those tiny flames saw Feng Xingying, it was like a pet seeing its owner. They floated affectionately next to Feng Xingying, and nuzzled her arms and face from time to time.
With such a touch, Feng Xingying not only was not burned, but instead felt that the spiritual power in his body continued to grow.
She seemed to be absorbing the spiritual power of these little fire balls.
The color of the small fire ball that has absorbed spiritual power will become lighter, and then float to the nearby fire pool for cultivation.
Feng Xingying did not dare to absorb too much spiritual power in one breath, so he could only send back the remaining small fireballs first.