Chapter 89

"Catch the assassin!" he shouted, waving his sword and rushing towards the assassin.

However, the assassin ran towards Lan Ling like the wind, and only when he approached Lan Ling did he see clearly that it was Ling Chen.

Lan Ling's crossbow arrows have been sent out. She grew up in the mountains and likes to hunt. She has always been successful with this kind of crossbow arrows.

The arrow shot on Ling Chen's chest, exactly where she was stabbed by her sword yesterday. He didn't stop, and approached Lan Ling's side.

The three people behind stopped Ling Feng. Lan Ling saw that it was the same people from yesterday.

She pressed the phantom switch, and the silver needle shot out, Ling Chen dodged. Lan Ling reached out and took down the soft sword in his waist.

Ling Chen held down her arms, exerting a little force, Lan Ling was in great pain, and the soft sword fell to the ground.

He wrapped the soft sword gently around her waist, hugged her and turned on his horse.

He stretched out his hand and pulled out the crossbow bolt from his chest, the blood on his chest was blurred.

Lingfeng's people gathered around.

After Huo Jingyun was still broken, Tian Ming and Gu Fan protected Ling Chen, Ling Chen hugged Lan Ling, and left like the wind.

The ticking of hooves was messy, and it wasn't just anyone panicking.

She was wrapped tightly around her waist by the man and placed in the front saddle of the horse.

She struggled to get down, but his cast iron arms tightened even tighter. His legs were tightly clamped to hers, and she couldn't struggle.

She hit his jaw hard with her head, and his big palm covered her small face. She hated it so much that she leaned over and bit his hand on the reins.

He didn't move, letting her bite his wrist to the point of blood dripping.

I don't know how long ran, but there was a tent in front of them. In the distance, soldiers pulled arrows and aimed them at them. When they saw who was coming, they quickly backed away and knelt down.

His wrists had been bitten by her, and he seemed angry, getting more and more angry, and she could feel his heavy breathing.

There was a large blue tent with torches burning at the door. The guards knelt down in a large area. He ignored it and waved his hand, "Retreat to twenty feet away! No one is allowed to approach!"

Ling Chen stepped off the horse and carried Lan Ling down with one hand.

The wound on her left shoulder was pulled open, she cried out in pain, and broke out in a cold sweat.

He raised his eyebrows, his eyes were fierce and sharp like an eagle, and his men showed no mercy, dragging her into the dim tent.

There was no blood on his black clothes, only a large area of ​​wetness on his chest. Lan Ling's light blue skirt was full of blood. didn't know if it was his or hers.

Before she could stand still, she was pressed down by the man.

The big palm hurriedly slid around her neck impatiently, tearing her clothes to shreds.

Lan Ling struggled desperately, but it aroused his desire to conquer. This body in his palm was what he was obsessed with and longed for, and he plundered it like a beast.

He sucked her skin furiously, licked the confused blood on her body, her left shoulder was bleeding, it was the sword she blocked for Ling Feng, and he pierced it.

His chest was also bleeding, and she stabbed him and shot him again.

Ling Chen looked at the wound on Lan Ling's shoulder and became even more angry.

The rough palm tightly grasped the softness on her chest and slid roughly under her skirt.

Lan Ling was ashamed and angry, but was unable to resist. After holding back her tears for a long time, she finally began to cry like a child.

Her cry finally made him stop, and the weight on Lan Ling's body suddenly lightened.

"Ling'er!" She heard him call her in a deep and painful voice.

She wanted to grab something to cover her skinny body, but he held her hand tightly.

He held her in his arms, "Linger, don't leave me." His voice was low and forbearing.

She was angry, "You don't love me at all, otherwise why would someone dare to burn me to death in the palace? The person I was going to marry was Ling Feng, not you!"

Before she could finish her sentence, his neck had been pinched by him, and his movements were swift and severe. She had no time to react, her eyes were already dark, and the suffocation felt tighter and tighter. Her throat was on fire, unable to squeeze out a single sound.

He has reached a critical point in anger, and he has never felt so gnawed at heart, jealous, angry, "I said, I hate being betrayed the most in my life! Lan Ling, neither can you. You can only love me! "

When he saw that she was dying, he released his hand, but pressed his lips to it. While he kissed deeply, he stroked every inch of her skin carefully and possessively with his big hand.

His arms hurt her, and his voice was cold: "Lan Ling, it's not what Ling Feng said. You don't want to marry him. I don't know why. Besides, you said you love me. , and let me only love you alone. Now that I have fallen in love with you, you are going to run away, how can this be! The lover of your life can only be me! You can only be mine! "

He no longer pity her, the blood from his chest kept flowing out and stained her body.

He imprisoned her, rammed her, possessed, plundered, jealous, angry, and heartbroken.

He released him wantonly on her. This refreshing feeling can only be experienced when he is with Lan Ling.

Lan Ling was in a coma.

He got down from her, and someone brought warm water. He gently wiped her body and put on the clothes they brought her.

He wiped himself, called the military doctor, and bandaged her open wound.

His wounds were also treated. His injury is not deep, Lan Ling's strength is not enough. It's just that it was given to him by Lan Ling, which directly hurt his heart.

He held her on the army bed and gave her acupuncture points.

The gate was heavily guarded.

Ling Chen went to the big tent, and when he came back, someone brought chicken soup and a few side dishes.

Lan Ling has woken up.

She saw him with fear in her eyes.

He clicked on her acupuncture point. She raised the phantom in her hand and wiped it towards Ling Chen's neck. Ling Chen took her hand and took off her phantom, "I will keep it for you these few days."

"Eat!" He put soup for her and chicken thighs in the bowl. Lan Lingsu loves chicken thighs.

With a push of Lan Ling's hand, the bowl was pushed to the ground.

With fire in Ling Chen's eyes, he pressed Lan Ling on the bed and put his hand on her neck, "If you don't eat, I will fuck you again!"

Lan Ling was furious.

"Your Majesty, Jingyun wants to meet Junior Sister." Huo Jingyun's voice came from outside.

Ling Chen got down from Lan Ling, "Come in."

Huo Jingyun came in and saw Lan Ling standing there with a look of anger.

"Linger, don't do this, we are all your relatives. We won't hurt you." Huo Jingyun stretched out his hand to Lan Ling, who stepped back slightly.

He picked up the broken bowl fragments on the ground, "He's your husband, I'm your senior brother, and you're like this just because you've lost some memories."

"Your Majesty, we are all strangers to Ling'er. You have to be patient."

Ling Chen nodded, "I called Yu Rong, she will come over later."

"Alright, the two of them have always gotten along well." Huo Jingyun nodded.

After a while, Bai Shaoting walked in, followed by Yu Rong.

Bai Shaoting looked Lan Ling up and down, she seemed plump and her complexion was much better than before.

Seeing Lan Ling, Yu Rong stepped forward and held her hand, "Concubine Ling, it's really you, are you still alive?"

Seeing Yu Rong, Lan Ling slowly relaxed her guard.

"Who are you?"

Yu Rong was stunned for a moment, then raised her head to look at Ling Chen.

"She has lost her previous memory." Ling Chen said lightly.