The First Killing God: The Stunning Crazy Concubine Against the World

Chapter 151 The Princess Is Vicious 8
In his eyes, there was not a fleeting sadness. This time, Luo Yingyue saw it for real. Beitangfeng was standing three steps away from her. The sadness in his eyes was so real, as if A wounded little beast, lonely, resentful, sad.

At that moment, she felt a pain in her heart. This Beitangfeng was completely different from the unpredictable cold-faced sick prince. At this moment, Luo Yingyue suddenly felt that he was just a person. A person who will be sad, who will be sad.

With slight footsteps, Luo Yingyue walked over holding an umbrella, and the demon-red oil-paper umbrella covered him from the heavy rain falling overhead.

She looked at him quietly, "My lord, what are you sad about?"

Bei Tangfeng suddenly reached out, pulled her into his arms, and pressed her head tightly against his chest, "Luo Yingyue, this king forbids you to miss others, do you understand?"

Luo Yingyue was stunned for a moment, the oiled paper umbrella fell from her hand, and the heavy rain fell on them, Luo Yingyue didn't know what to say for a while.

Bingyuan lowered her head, consciously held the lantern in her hand, and stepped aside.

After a long time, Luo Yingyue spoke softly on Beitangfeng's chest, "My lord, do you care about Yingyue so much?"

Beitangfeng said nothing, picked her up, and strode into Tingxiang's small courtyard. Her gorgeous black gold boots stepped on the watery ground, splashing a few splashes.

Luo Yingyue didn't resist, and let him carry her into the house.

However, the short distance of dozens of steps seems to have been a lifetime, and Luo Yingyue can no longer remember how her feet landed on the ground.

Bei Tangfeng ordered He Lu to take clean clothes for Luo Yingyue to change into, but he himself was still in wet clothes.

Bei Tangfeng was sitting in front of the table, on which was the ancient sandalwood table, and there was still Luo Yingyue's Bai Yuqin.

While Luo Yingyue was changing clothes, Bei Tangfeng covered the strings with her fingers, and before she could play a sound, the middle finger of her right hand was severely cut open by the strings with a deep wound.

He frowned, and withdrew his hand, just as Luo Yingyue came out.

"This Bai Yuqin has been with me for ten years, maybe it has spirituality. If anyone other than Yingyue touches this piano, they will definitely be hurt. My lord, is your hand alright?"

Bei Tangfeng put the injured finger in his mouth and sucked it slightly. The blood soaked from the pulp of the finger was quickly disposed of by him. Then he raised his eyes and glanced at Luo Yingyue, "I'm fine."

Luo Yingyue stood in front of him, the warm candlelight shone on his picturesque face covered with raindrops, and there was an indescribably stunning beauty.

"Wet clothes are freezing cold, here at Yingyue, there is no princely change of clothes—"

"Are you in a hurry to drive this king away?"

Before Luo Yingyue finished speaking, she was interrupted by Bei Tangfeng, who stared at her faintly, "This king already has such a body, what else can this king not bear? But It's just a night rain, this king is not so weak."

Luo Yingyue took a deep look at him, and then ordered, "He Lu, go and make a bowl of ginger soup for the prince, and Bingyuan, go out and find a set of clean clothes for the prince."

"Yes."

"Yes."

Although He Lu was a little worried, she still left the room quickly.

Bingyuan moved even more quickly, and within a short while, she left Tingxiang courtyard.

For a moment, only Luo Yingyue and Beitang Feng were left in the room.

"Luo Yingyue, come and sit down."

(End of this chapter)