Crying in anger, pretending to be in love with the villain after wearing a real daughter

The moment Nan Qingfeng came closer, Bei Mingjing'er's eyes flashed with revengeful anger.

"What my sister is saying is that there are indeed some things that need to be settled between you and me."

She did not retreat at all. Instead, she straightened her back and met Nan Qingfeng's eyes. Her formerly weak face was now full of coldness and sharpness.

There is no one around, is this woman not going to pretend?

"With the help of King Zhenbei to propose marriage to you, my sister has been so powerful these days... But the most important thing in a person is self-awareness. You are incompetent in playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting. You don't even have the temperament that a noble girl should have. Last time you rewarded me

Hua Yan, you have disgraced Beiming Palace and become the laughing stock of the whole China! Although King Zhenbei is blind now, he is a prince after all. How could he marry a laughing stock?

Moreover, no one in Beiming Palace likes my sister, and everyone even hates her. I don’t know where my sister got such a thick skin, and she still refuses to leave after all these years? If I were you, I would have found a deserted place.

My son was hit head-on and killed, and he's still here to be embarrassed?"

Nan Qingfeng narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and slapped Bei Mingjing'er hard on the face. He grabbed her hair with his backhand and forced her to look up at him.

Bei Mingjing'er's scalp was painfully pulled, the malicious light in her eyes pierced Nan Qingfeng's face like needles, and her long fingernails stained with cardamom clawed at Nan Qingfeng's face.

Nan Qingfeng raised her figure slightly, and the hand holding her hair tightened again.

Bei Mingjing'er exclaimed in pain. She couldn't reach Nan Qingfeng's face, so she grabbed at her body. In the confusion, she stuffed a purse into Nan Qingfeng's arms.

Nan Qingfeng saw her little movements clearly, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

Sure enough, it was just as she thought...

Today, she might be able to leave Bei Ming Mansion in good faith.

Before leaving, you should take good care of this sister. After all, you have been "taken care of" by this sister a lot these days.

With a strong movement of his wrist, he turned her head towards the lamp and looked at her facial features clearly.

"My blood has raised you well over the years..."

"Beiming Qingfeng, what do you want to do?!"

Bei Mingjing'er gritted her teeth and stretched out her hand to fight back, but Nan Qingfeng easily grabbed her wrist and held her back behind her.

"I suddenly had an idea. My blood can be used as medicine. If you drank my blood, can your blood also be used as medicine?"

Seeing Nan Qingfeng pull out a dagger from his calf, Bei Mingjing'er's eyes finally showed a hint of panic.

"What do you want to do? This is in Beimingfu! Dongfang Chuye is not here, and my mother will be back soon! Come... um!"

Nan Qingfeng didn't give her a chance to speak, so he took out some mute medicine from Spider Tattoo and forced it into her mouth.

Almost instantly, Bei Mingjing'er felt her tongue numb and completely lost consciousness.

"What else can you do to save your dear brother? Don't you also want to save him? You have done so many evil things, and you can finally do a good deed, so you don't need to thank me."

Nan Qingfeng raised the knife and dropped it. The sharp dagger immediately opened Bei Mingjing'er's wrist. He calmly took a tea bowl and took it, pressing Bei Mingjing'er's head so that she could see clearly.

He lost blood from his wrist.

Feeling the temperature gradually draining from her wrist, Bei Mingjing'er's pupils dilated, and fear crawled into her heart like insects, biting and tearing her apart.

After taking a bowl of tea, which was almost overflowing, Nan Qingfeng struck Bei Mingjing'er's neck with a knife and let her pass out.

Immediately, he walked to the bedside, looked at Bei Mingyi's pale and thin face, and said.

"You took my blood for your beloved sister, and now in order to save you, I took your beloved sister's blood and fed it to you."

As he spoke, he pinched Bei Mingyi's chin and poured a teacup of blood into his mouth.

The man was unconscious, with blood flowing down the corners of his lips and wetting the pillow.

"What a waste, but I think your beloved sister won't mind your waste."

She held the teacup and stuffed it into Bei Mingjing'er's hand, then helped Bei Mingjing'er sit down on the bedside.

At first glance, it looked like Bei Mingjing'er took the initiative to take blood for Bei Mingyi to drink, and then fainted from exhaustion.

After doing all this, she took a deep breath and opened the door, pretending to be panicked.

"Come on! My sister fainted trying to save her brother! Come on!"

The two guards at the door didn't react for a moment. When they walked in, the blood on their faces disappeared instantly, and heavy beads of sweat slid down their foreheads, as if Helianru's knife had been placed on their necks.

"This, this, this..."

"Why don't you go see a doctor quickly?" Nan Qingfeng reminded kindly.

The two guards were so frightened that they found the door and rushed out like headless chickens.

Before leaving the Gongyue Gate, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

"I told you to keep your guard up. Where are you going in such a hurry?!"

He Lianru frowned and scolded the guards with a stern look on his face, while still rushing towards Bei Mingyi's room.

Behind her, followed an imperial physician with white hair and beard.

Pretty fast...

He is undoubtedly his biological son.

Nan Qingfeng murmured in his heart.

"Reply to Madam, Miss, Miss, she..."

"What's wrong, miss?"

Helianru felt an extremely throbbing pain in his temples. There was no peace in Bei Ming Mansion these past few days.

He didn't bother to listen to the guard's explanation and ran quickly to the door. He didn't even see Nan Qingfeng standing at the door and went straight to the bed.

Seeing that Bei Mingjing'er's wrist was broken and his son's mouth was full of blood, Helianru's mind became a mess.

"What's going on?"

Behind him, Nan Qingfeng's voice sounded faintly.

"My sister said that she drank my blood, and maybe her own blood could be used as medicine, so she cut her wrist with a dagger and gave it to her brother to drink... Unexpectedly, she lost too much blood and fainted...

…”

"What?!"

Helianru didn't recognize who was speaking behind him, and felt heartbroken after listening to it.

Her Jing'er is so obedient and sensible that it makes people feel distressed...

"Mr. Zhong! Please ask Dr. Zhong to come in!"

The white-haired old man didn't dare to neglect, and walked in quickly with the medicine box in hand. Looking at the scene in front of him, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and he didn't know who to show it to first.

Helian agreed and quickly ordered people to help Dr. Zhong.

He hurriedly bandaged Bei Mingjing'er's wound, and then untied the bandage on Bei Mingyi's wrist.

There was a deep penetrating wound, the damaged area was black, and there was a pungent smell.

When Doctor Zhong smelled the smell, his eyebrows tightened.

He Lianru's breathing was tight and he didn't dare to take a breath, "Mr. Zhong, how are you doing...?"

"Although Mr. Yi's wrist was seriously injured, fortunately his main meridians were not damaged, but..."

"But what?"

"But the bad thing is that Mr. Yi's wound was poisoned... By destroying the flesh and blood meridians, I'm afraid I can't save my hand..."

"Poison? What poison?"

At this moment, a purse fell from Nan Qingfeng's arms.