Chapter 587 The Miserable Cold Wind (4)

Such a beautiful person can also be called the most beautiful person in Tianshen Mansion.

"You want to see me...do you have something happy to tell me?" Feng Ruqing narrowed her eyes and lazily sat up from the chair. She stretched out her hand to fish out a spiritual rabbit holding a fruit plate next to her. Fished it into his arms.

His slender fingers gently stroked Lingtu's fur, with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth.

Han Feng came back to his senses and said with a cold face: "Of course it is a good thing for you. I came here on the order of our young master, saying that I want you to join our Mu family as a concubine. Originally There is no bride price for the concubine, but because our young master likes it..."

"Fuchen, throw him out!"

Before Hanfeng could finish his words, Feng Ruqing's cold voice suddenly sounded.

In an instant, countless vines rose up from Hanfeng's feet, dragging him down with a hiss.

Only his long voice lingered in the air for a long time.

"Our young master asked you to change your name and sever ties with your family...and then..."

boom!

There was a muffled sound.

The whole world is quiet!

"There are always unscrupulous people who want to break up the Imperial Master and me!"

Feng Ruqing sneered.

"Xue Lang, Xiong Yi, close the door and don't allow him to enter my princess's house! What the hell, I want to marry only the national master. What the hell is the Mu family's young master? Get away as far as you can from me! "

…

outside the door.

Hanfeng was thrown to the ground. He got up and was about to go in, but saw the door of the Princess Mansion was slammed shut, almost breaking the bridge of his nose.

His face suddenly turned green, and a haze flashed across his eyes. As soon as he turned around, a snow-white robe stood in front of him, making his face freeze immediately. His eyes followed the corners of the clothes upwards, and his eyes suddenly tightened...

An unparalleled handsome face suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The man's gaze was indifferent, his eyes were calm, and there was no warmth at all.

Even the wind was mixed with a hint of chill.

"Mr... Young Master..." Hanfeng's teeth were chattering, his whole body was trembling, and he almost fell down with fear.

"Are you looking for Qing'er?" Nan Xian's voice was faint, and no emotion could be heard.

"I...I do it in the name of the young master..."

"Yeah," Nan Xian looked calmly, "It's okay."

Hanfeng breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.

Before he could speak, his whole body froze in the next second.

"Anyway, I once said that anyone from the Mu family who comes to see her...if they hurt her even a hair, they will leave her alive. If she is not hurt, they will leave a leg behind."

Hanfeng's cheeks twitched a few times: "Master, I just...just brought a few words to the young master for her. I didn't hurt her, really."

"Well," Nan Xian said in an indifferent tone, "The Mu family should... not let me become a person who breaks his word?"

boom!

Han Feng only felt a throbbing pain in his leg, and his whole leg seemed to be broken, and he knelt on the ground with a bang.

His painful face was covered in cold sweat, and he did not dare to raise his head to look at Nan Xian.

The man in front of him was like a god, too powerful to allow anyone to resist.

"I welcome you to come see Qing'er next time, or let him try."

Gritting his teeth in the cold wind, he stood up from the ground tremblingly. Although his other leg was still there, it no longer had any feeling. He could only drag this useless leg forward step by step.

Originally, Hanfeng thought that this matter would be over after leaving the princess mansion.