late at night.

I don’t know when it was, the night was thick and there was no sound around.

Chunyu Zheng's breathing was heavy and he was even snoring.

Feng Qingcheng couldn't help feeling wronged when he thought that he was forced by such a savage and rude man and his virginity was taken away.

However, she can tell which is more important.

It's just a layer of film.

She is a woman from the 21st century, who was forcibly taken away by a strange man. Although she would be sad and sad, she would not be as dying as these ancient boudoir girls and seeking a short-lived look.

She also had to find a way to escape from here and escape the control of the Eighth Prince of Mobei, so she had no time to waste such boring things as crying, making a fuss and hanging.

Feng Qingcheng thought firmly in his heart.

He even despised those ancient women.

Can't you be as strong and brave as her?

Without having time to mourn her lost innocence, Feng Qingcheng endured the disgust and gently took away the man's big hand that was strongly placed on her waist...

She got out of bed lightly, picked up an unknown piece of clothing on the ground and put it on her body, and at least she could cover her naked body.

Push the door open and walk out.

It was very smooth along the way, and I didn't see many guards patrolling late at night.

It seems that they are not worried that Feng Qingcheng will escape.

Yes, after all, in the eyes of people from Mobei, all the women in Nanliang are chaste and fierce women, and even the women in brothels have backbone.

Feng Qingcheng was forced to be forced by their eighth prince in the carriage in public. When he woke up, he was so embarrassed that he wanted to die of death.

Furthermore, their eighth prince's physical strength is Nanliang's delicate body...

I'm afraid I won't get out of bed for three days.

Who would have thought that when Feng Qingcheng woke up, it was not because she was crying for death, nor because she was soft and powerless, but...

Escape quietly?

Although there are no guards who patrol the night patrol in this suburb, there are gatehouses at the door just like ordinary mansions.

Feng Qingcheng ran around in the villa with no brains and was almost discovered by the concierge, but fortunately he was shocked and safe.

Finally, Feng Qingcheng found a...dog hole in the corner of the villa.

That's right.

Feng Qingcheng, who can't fly around the eaves and walls, has no psychological burden on the modern and ancient ladies, used his old tricks and crawled out of the dog hole.

As soon as he came out, Feng Qingcheng was stunned.

Where is this wilderness?!

The villa is in the suburbs of Nanliang Jingcheng. When he came here, Feng Qingcheng was forced by the Eighth Prince of Mobei all the way.

She didn't know how long it took to get to this villa, but in the end she couldn't bear the intense sensation and was wrapped in a bed sheet by the Eighth Prince of Mobei and carried it in.

Feng Qingcheng stood desolately outside the villa, not knowing what to do for a moment.

At this moment, a luxurious ebony carriage slowly drove up not far away.

The scoops of horses fell into Feng Qingcheng's ears, like the sound of nature.

It's her.

Seeing the woman in black sitting on the shaft of the carriage, Feng Qingcheng suddenly remembered the small building in the middle of the lake...

Isn’t this woman in black with a cold face as cold as snow? The one who raised her sword and put it on her neck to tell her not to disturb the young master playing the piano?

Feng Qingcheng ran forward as if he saw his relatives, stretched out his arms and blocked the middle of the official road.

"Stop it—"

The woman in black was shocked and immediately tied the reins of the horse, and a bloody mark appeared on her slender hands.

The carriage shook violently, and the distance between Feng Qingcheng was about to stop.

At this moment, a sound came out of the curtain.
Chapter completed!