MTL - You Are My Rare Passion-Chapter 8111 will only be yours

  Chapter 8111 will only be yours

  Jing Lan's clear rage dissipated bit by bit, and only cold wisdom remained in the deep black pupils, "Brother Chenfeng, shouldn't we have made plans earlier?"

Baili Chenfeng glanced at him, patted him on the shoulder hard and sneered, "Don't worry, from now on, the world of the Yu Dynasty will not belong to the direct prince, nor the eldest prince, but only you! "

  In the Tianyu Dynasty, the first prince is arrogant and extravagant, and the eldest prince is brutal. Only Jing Lan Mingche is brave and resourceful, and he is upright.

  The emperor loves the eldest prince the most, and the emperor wants to pass it on to the eldest prince this day, so Zuo Tianye and them became the emperor's thorn in the side.

   It's just that, regardless of whether the emperor is willing or not, for the sake of the people of the Tianyu Dynasty, the future of the Tianyu Dynasty can only be clear and clear.

  Jing Lan Mingche was stunned for a while, then glanced at Lan Shan's corpse on the ground, felt a pain in his heart, took off his robe and squatted down to cover Lan Shan on his body.

He knew that Lanshan's revenge could never be avenged anyway, because Lanshan took the initiative first, although Yinwu was wrong, but the crime did not deserve to die, seeing how nervous his cousin was towards that Yinwu, let alone killing her, I'm afraid it won't work if I scold a few words to vent my anger.

  Although the relationship between him and Lan Shan is not close, Lan Shan is his imperial sister after all, he feels uncomfortable and hugs Lan Shan in his arms, unable to move for a long time.

   There is no way, after returning to the palace, he can only take all the blame on himself, whether it is beating, scolding or punishment, it is all up to the emperor to do whatever he wants.

He was hugging Lan Shan sadly when the door creaked open, Zuo Tianye came out alone, turned around and gently closed the door, walked down the steps, looked at Lan Shan's corpse in Jing Lan Mingche's arms, "Che'er, I will follow you back to the palace .”

   "No need," Jing Lan Mingche stood up, holding Lan Shan's body horizontally in his arms, "Cousin, father has been dissatisfied with you in the past, so I'll just go back to the palace and explain to father about Lan Shan."

   "Be obedient, follow me into the palace!" Zuo Tianye didn't wait for Jing Lanmingche to refuse, and with a wave of his sleeves, he had already left the bamboo garden.

   Jing Lan Mingche had no choice but to follow behind.

  The wound on Yinwu's arm was carefully covered with medicine by Zuo Tianye, and Zuo Tianye arranged her to lie down on the bed, telling her to just rest, and he would take care of the outside affairs.

  Last night, she didn't sleep all night, and her arm was injured again. She was really sleepy. She lay down for a while and then fell into a deep sleep. When she was sleeping soundly, she vaguely heard someone knocking on the door.

   Putting on her clothes sleepily, she rubbed her eyes and asked, "Who?"

   "Girl, it's me!"

   Outside the door is Yan's voice, anxious and hasty.

  Yinwu got off the bed, walked quickly to open the door, "What's the matter?"

  It was only then that she realized that it was already dark outside, and it was already time to light the lamps, and she had slept for a long time.

   "Girl, the young master's residual poison has flared up again." A thin layer of sweat appeared on Yan's forehead, and his usually expressionless face was full of anxiety.

   "Understood!" Yin Wu turned around and took the flute, and used light work on her feet, but in the blink of an eye, she arrived at Qinyuan where Zuo Tianye lived.

  Pushing the door open and going in, she heard the sound of panting with all her might, and Yin Wu's heart twitched.

  Persistent as Zuo Tianye, if it wasn't for the extreme pain, he would never lose his composure like this.

  She walked over quickly, and Zuo Tianye in front of her made her pale with shock.

  He was sitting cross-legged on the bed, suppressing the lingering poison with true energy, his clothes were messy, his face was pale, even his thin red lips had lost their color, and when he looked closely, his back was **** and bloody, and he had suffered trauma.

  (end of this chapter)