Listening to the noise inside, Feng Qianyan's face became more and more ugly.
She gritted her teeth, showed an almost ferocious smile at Concubine Hui, and said, "Concubine Hui, are you satisfied now?"
Wu Wan's face was not very good-looking either.
But she just smiled: "Sister Concubine Ning, what do you mean by that?"
Feng Qianyan couldn't help but said, "Just now, what does Concubine Hui mean when she sees death? Don't you think that the imperial concubine has completely collapsed, so you can sit back and relax?"
"..."
These words actually spoke to the hearts of Wu Wan and Gao Yurong, but neither of them could admit it.
Gao Yurong took a step forward and said, "Concubine Ning, please don't get me wrong, our lady has absolutely no intention of dying."
"Then why did you watch from the sidelines just now?"
"this-"
Gao Yurong smiled and said: "Actually, our empress knows very well that you will be fine, Concubine Ning."
"oh?"
"Because you have a trump card in your possession, Madam Ning, even if the imperial concubine regains her favor and wants to deal with you again, Madam Ning does not have to be afraid at all."
"..."
What she said made Feng Qianyan's eyes light up. She lowered her head subconsciously, looked at her lower abdomen, and immediately understood.
Gao Yurong said again: "If the empress can get a man in one fell swoop, then there is no need to be afraid."
"..."
"So, our empress didn't show up, but I just didn't want to do anything unnecessary. Besides, the situation is unclear now, and it's hard to say what the imperial concubine will do in the future. There must be someone on the stage and behind the scenes to deal with it."
Feng Qianyan glared at them, and after a while, sneered: "I hope you will do what you say."
After speaking, she turned her head again, glanced at the tent unwillingly, turned and left.
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In the camp at this moment, the sound of bang bang can be heard endlessly.
Nan Yan couldn't make a sound, her slender body was pressed under Zhu Feng, unable to struggle and move at all, she could only grit her teeth, and punched him in the chest.
Bang-bang-bang!
Every sound came from my own hands and passed to my heart.
Even if her strength was exhausted, it wasn't that great. It wasn't enough to make Zhu Feng feel the pain. If it was normal, it would be almost like tickling him.
But at this moment, pressing down on her warm body, looking at her desperate and angry eyes, and the tears bubbling from the corners of her eyes, the invisible armor on Zhu Feng's body seemed to disappear at this moment.
Every punch she punches not only hits her body, but also wants to hit her heart.
He gritted his teeth and carried it so hard.
It was just the hand that was covering her, refusing to let it go.
The two of them were deadlocked like this. After an unknown amount of time, Nan Yan's hands were already sore and limp, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his arms. Zhu Feng gritted his teeth and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Have you beaten enough?"
"..."
Nan Yan didn't speak.
Even if a big hand is covering her mouth, she can feel that she is gritting her teeth hard, resisting something, her soft hands can't move anymore, she can only grab his skirt and hold his chest, It seemed that it was her last bit of stubbornness, her last bit of resistance.
It wasn't until this time that Zhu Feng slowly retracted that hand.
It was only then that she could see clearly that she had been biting her lower lip tightly, the skin had been bitten through, and a trace of blood flowed down the corner of her mouth, looking miserable and desperate.
And the clothes on her body that were torn by him.
And the exposed, large expanse of fair skin.
She shed tears, but said stubbornly: "You, are you enough?"
(end of this chapter)