The Prince Consort's Beloved

The familiar black clothes were torn in several places, and the flesh could be vaguely seen, but he moved so quickly that he couldn't count how many wounds there were.

Li Yuanrou's eyes turned red and she swallowed the sob in her throat.

She felt guilty that she shouldn't have gone to the palace. Xiao Luo asked her in the middle of the night if she could not go. There must be a reason why he asked this.

If she had listened to him, perhaps they would have left Shangjing City safely by now.

Qingluan carried her to the gate of Qingmei Garden.

Li Yuanrou looked at Xiao Luobai and Sima Nanchong who were moving very quickly outside the yard. If she was not too familiar with Xiao Luobai, she would not be able to recognize who the figure that flashed by was.

She didn't dare to speak, for fear of distracting him, so she just stood at the entrance of the Green Plum Garden, looking at him anxiously.

Qingluan glanced around the garden and saw Kunpeng at a glance. It was not that she paid special attention to him, but the two people who were fighting fiercely in the whole garden were really eye-catching.

Qingluan frowned. There were so many wounds on Kunpeng's body, big and small, deep and shallow, that she couldn't count them with her two eyes.

Kunpeng stabbed Ye San with a strategy that would hurt both sides. Ye San seemed to have gone blood-thirsty as well, and did not dodge at all, and also stabbed Kunpeng.

Ye San was stabbed in the abdomen, and Kun Peng was also stabbed in the abdomen. They had the same injuries, but because Ye San's sword was poisoned, Kun Peng's injury was more serious.

The two men drew their swords and took a few steps back at the same time, exhausted.

Ye Liu and Chongming, who were fighting nearby, were both startled. Ye Liu quickly moved to hold Ye San, while Chongming stepped forward to hold Kunpeng.

Kunpeng stood still, then suddenly bent over and vomited a mouthful of black blood. His tall body swayed and he fell to the ground.

Qingluan's heart trembled, and she subconsciously exclaimed: "Kunpeng."

Kunpeng looked towards the voice, the anger on his face disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the strong murderous intent in his body also faded away. He gave Qingluan a weak but complacent smile.

Daya followed from behind and stood beside Li Yuanrou, who had a heavy look in his eyes.

Qingluan said to Daya, "Keep an eye on the princess."

She rushed into the green plum garden and held Kunpeng's arm. Chongming tactfully stepped back a little and stood guard over the two of them.

Kunpeng boasted to Qingluan with a proud face, but his voice was a little frivolous: "What do you think, Qingluan? Ye San's grandson has been beaten half to death by me, your brother."

Qingluan looked at the half-dead Kunpeng, and a hint of burning pain appeared on her heroic eyebrows.

Kunpeng laughed again and said, "That bastard dared to be disrespectful to you, I will make him pay the price, just wait, I will kill him right away to vent your anger, this time Ye San is dead for sure."

As he spoke, he used the sword to support his broken body and tried to stand up, but Qingluan held him down.

The corners of her eyes were slightly red, and she said in a scolding voice: "You are asking for your life!"

Just five simple words, yet with a hint of bitterness.

Kunpeng was overjoyed: "Qingluan, are you feeling sorry for me?"

Qing Luan had an indifferent expression on her face, lowered her voice and uttered two words decisively: "No."

How could there not be? All of them who could serve as secret guards were orphans. They had been in cruel training since childhood. They had never felt what warmth was or what it meant to be cherished. They had never known what love was.

At first, she thought Kunpeng was just teasing her, until the incident with Ye San. She saw the murderous intent in Kunpeng's eyes towards Ye San. Now Kunpeng even gave up his own life just to kill the person who wanted to bully her.

So this is what being loved feels like, but love is such an illusory thing and is out of reach, so she never dared to think too much about it.

She was a secret guard, and the princess treated her well. She always thought it would be good to protect the princess all her life. Luxurious things like affection and love were not something that someone like her could get involved in or dream about.

Kunpeng wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth he spat out another mouthful of black blood. Chongming was shocked and hurriedly squatted down to support him with Qingluan.

The kind-hearted Chongming was ignored by Kunpeng like a transparent person.

Kunpeng looked at Qingluan with an aggrieved expression: "This injury is quite serious. He may really die."

Chongming, who was standing next to him, twitched his mouth. Their boss had become more and more disregarding his dignity ever since he fell in love with Qingluan. He was now willing to act cowardly and act in a coquettish manner.

Kunpeng looked at Qingluan pitifully: "Qingluan, I'm about to die, do you feel sad or not?"

Qingluan's heart trembled. She had already seen the black blood on Kunpeng's wound. It was poison.

She turned away, the sob in her voice getting heavier: "If I feel bad, will you not die?"

Kunpeng chuckled happily: "I'll try my best."

He was laughing when he suddenly lost his voice. Qingluan thought he was dead. She turned around in panic and saw Kunpeng frowning and shedding tears.

She had seen the sloppy Kunpeng, the fawning Kunpeng, the pitiful and weak Kunpeng, the high-spirited Kunpeng, the arrogant Kunpeng, the martial arts master, the angry Kunpeng, the depressed Kunpeng, and the shy Kunpeng.

She had seen Kunpeng venting his anger by hitting a tree, and had seen Kunpeng hiding in the dark on countless nights to watch her practice sword skills, but she had never seen Kunpeng shedding tears.

The corners of Qingluan's eyes became redder and she held back the tears that were about to well up in her eyes.

Kunpeng struggled to pull off the ornament on his neck. Qingluan lowered her eyes and saw that they were two copper coins. The mist in her eyes that she had managed to hold back finally burst out.

She looked at the two copper coins and thought of Kunpeng lying on the tree branch with his legs crossed. He smiled at her cynically and said, "Girl, do you need your brother's help?"

The image of himself throwing two coins on the ground flashed through his mind. Kunpeng picked them up in a frivolous manner, blew off the dust on them, and stuffed them into his waist: "It is said that men and women should not touch each other. I was the one who brought you back from the Great Compassion Zen Temple that day. I touched you and I have to be responsible for you."

Qingluan lowered her eyes. She had never cried in all these years as a secret guard. She didn't dare to look up for fear that Kunpeng would see her. She felt that crying was really shameful, especially crying in front of others, which was really humiliating.

Kunpeng forced the copper coin into her hand, and there was a satisfied smile in his voice: "Keep it in mind, someone in this world loved you."

Qingluan's voice was muffled, and she asked in a low voice: "Did you just love?"

Kunpeng's smile suddenly deepened when he heard this.

He hurriedly said: "Love you, love you, always love you."

His tone was filled with anxiety, fearing that if he was a second late he would lose the chance to express his love to Qingluan.

He put away his usual playful look, put a fist against his chest, and said seriously: "Use your heart and your life."

He suddenly smiled as if relieved.

He repeated what he had said before: "Qingluan, I like you."

Two drops of burning tears fell on the back of Kunpeng's hand. Kunpeng's hand trembled and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

He held Qingluan's face in one hand. Qingluan turned her head away stubbornly and wiped away her tears with the back of her hand holding the copper coin.

Kunpeng frowned and turned his head to look over with some distress. His voice was soft and gentle, with pity: "Why are you crying?"

Qing Luan refuted in a low voice: "Didn't you cry too?"

Kunpeng suddenly chuckled and said, "I was crying with joy."

After he finished speaking, black blood flowed down the corners of his mouth.