The Allure of the City: His Royal Highness is Too Provocative

Qin Fengyi had always known that Huo Liruo was indifferent to her, even alienated and rejected, but she attributed all of this to his dislike of her aunt.

But he didn't expect to hear such hurtful words from his mouth.

She raised her head in disbelief, only to find that the red figure that had been following her for many years had gradually drifted away.

She fixedly stared at his back, and drops of blood fell from the palm of her hand to the ground. She couldn't feel any pain, just because her heart was already tied together at this time.

Qin Fengyi stood for a long time, until the sun set and the night wind was blowing slowly, and her dull eyes were refreshed.

After thinking about it, she felt that Huo Liruo treated her like this because of the queen's aunt. The more he alienated and indifferent to her, the stronger her desire to conquer him.

She always thought that in this world only she was qualified to stand beside Huo Liruo and accompany him step by step to the throne.

"You are mine, and it can only be mine." There was a look of madness in her eyes, and she whispered with a bit of grimness on her face: "Whoever wants to take you away, I will kill anyone."

Early the next morning, Yu Qingqian called up the other three people in the dormitory and arrived at the quiet garden.

Gong Hao and Qi Rui dozed off leaning against a tree respectively, and immediately greeted the four when they arrived.

Yu Qingqian asked several people to tie the sandbags she prepared to their legs, while she wrapped a layer of black iron on her calf.

"Your stamina is too poor. Start training you today to improve your stamina and explosiveness." She finished speaking to several people, and took the lead in running towards the depths of the garden.

Several other people followed suit and started their hard training career.

A little bit of time passed, Yu Qingqian took a few people to train in the morning recently.

On the fifteenth day, the full moon hung in the sky, and she quietly left the dormitory and swept towards the maple forest.

As soon as she stepped into the maple forest, she heard a distant and soft flute.

In the depths of the maple forest, a tall man stood in the forest with his back to him.

He held a flute and blew it gracefully, and the hazy moonlight shrouded him, and the smell of exile, which seemed to be far away from the mundane world, was stronger.

Yu Qingqian didn't bother, she walked slowly not far away, hugged her hands and closed her eyes to listen to him playing the flute.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the apocalypse and fighting, she likes this quiet and comforting environment and rhythm very much.

After the song was over, Feng Chen took the flute from his lips, and he turned to look at Yu Qingqian coldly, his voice was like the sweet and mellow agarwood wine that had been fermented for many years, "You're here!"

"I didn't expect you to be a master of rhythm." Yu Qingqian opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the jade green flute.

She likes rhythm, and in the last days, she often takes time to study deeply. Naturally, she can hear that Feng Chen has a deep understanding of rhythm, and his tunes are very expressive.

Feng Chen chuckled lightly. He didn't expect that Yu Qingqian could listen to his tunes quietly, and he might be well versed in this.

"Can we start?" he asked.

Yu Qing smiled playfully, she walked to the depths of the maple forest, jumped to the largest tree and sat down leisurely, then reached out and patted the vacant seat beside her, looked down at Feng Chen and said, "Come up and sit. "

Feng Chen pursed his lips, but he didn't object. He tapped his toes and fell to that position to sit down.

"How are you going to absorb the toxins in my body?"

The corners of Yu Qingqian's lips were raised, and she leaned into his ear and whispered softly, "It's like when we were young."