Chapter 12 Humiliation

The women knelt on the ground and looked back at her. Seeing her tears, everyone reached out and wiped their tears with their sleeves. Jing Yun stood up tremblingly, came to Jing Li, held her shoulder and comforted her, "Li'er, the deceased is dead, and the living are sorry!"

Looking at the only mother emperor she had relied on in another world, Jing Li was so sad that she had no disguise, and she didn't want to think too much. Step by step, she walked to the edge of the phoenix collapse, slowly bent down, reached out to hold the queen's already cold dry little hand, and let tears flow.

The third prince was a little unbearable and wanted to go up to comfort him. Jing Li shook his head without waiting for her to speak and said in a hoarse voice, "You all go down. I want to talk to my mother, and there will never be this opportunity again."

Everyone retreated one after another, and she was left alone in the inner hall, and the door was also closed. Originally, she should have been afraid. A woman in her twenties should be afraid of an old woman who had already lost her breath, but Jing Li did not feel afraid. She just felt reluctance and extremely reluctant.

"Mother Emperor... Mother Emperor..." She muttered in a low voice, looked at the unfamiliar face with tears, and slowly dissolved into Jing Li's bones and blood helplessly. With this old woman, she felt that she had an inexplicable sense of security, but before she was familiar with the world, the only person in her heart who felt kindly left. It's...

Jing Li cried, as if she wanted to walk away the loneliness of her life with tears. In the last life, she grew up in an orphanage, and in this life, she finally had a mother, but God cruelly deprived her. Jing Li's painful heart was a little unwilling. She couldn't tell where this unwillingness came from, and she couldn't explain where this heartache came from. Come here.

Suddenly, Jing Li straightened up, put his hands on the queen's shoulders, raised his voice and cried, "Mother, are you so disobedient yesterday? Li'er knew it was wrong. Can't Li'er change it? Wake up, wake up... You can't leave me, you left me. What's the point of me being alone? I might as well leave with you. I might as well not come to this world. Since you have been my mother, you haven't even taught me what you should have taught me. How can you leave like this? Get up, get up..."

Jing Li shook the queen's cold body. She shouted for a long time and cried for a long time. The desolate voice spread to the courtyard outside the hall through the carved phoenix and wooden window lattice. Many people couldn't bear to listen to it. The palace, which had been sporadically sobbing, gradually cried.

The emperor is gone, and the sky has collapsed! Jing Li felt that her sky had collapsed. She cried enough and cried enough. She leaned over the queen's dry chest and looked at the queen's peaceful face with her eyes open. She didn't say a word until a voice came: "Your Highness, take care of the phoenix body. If the emperor is still there, I won't want to see you so sad!"

This is a low magnetic male voice. Jing Li has never heard of it. She slowly raised her head, and her eyes were still stained with tears. Everything in front of her was blurred by tears. Through such blurred eyes, she actually saw the handsome face that made her love and hate.

Jing Li stood up. She walked to the man, raised her pale little face, smiled sadly, and whispered, "Tell me, who are you?" Is it Jing Feng? Or Xuan?"

"Your Highness!" There was a trace of doubt in Jing Feng's eyes, and there was a trace of injury. He frowned and didn't understand what Jing Li was saying at all. At this time, Jing Li smiled indifferently again. She blinked her eyes, and the crystal tears also dripped down. She reached out and hooked Jing Feng's neck and whispered in his ear, "Okay, you pretend to be stupid. I have evidence. It can prove who you are!"

With her words, her little hand groped for a while. Jing Li was shocked. He raised his arm, which was still covered with thick herbs, to prevent Jing Li from entering, but he only heard a "histle". Jing Feng's front opened, revealing the blood-stained white shirt inside. Both of them were stunned, and just before Jing Feng had not reacted. Jing Li's hand has unbuttoned the long cloth button of the inner shirt, revealing the white skin inside.

"This..." Jing Li gasped and couldn't help covering his little mouth with his hand and stepped back a few steps. It should have been the seductive chest muscle and the lovely gray triangular birthmark! But now the chest has become bloody. A long snake-shaped scar slanted across his upper body and went straight into his trousers at his navel. The wound was still oozing with blood. The herbs on it were also stained in the white shirt when she rudely tore the inner shirt.

Looking at all this in front of him, Jing Li seemed to feel the long scar on Jing Feng's chest, which gradually turned into a long red snake, and slowly climbed up to his heart. It was icy, cold, and depressed that he couldn't breathe. He struggled to breathe, but it seemed to be very painful.

She had a pale little face. Facing Jing Feng's equally pale face, Jing Li seemed to come to her senses. She shook her head and said repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I... didn't mean to, I'm sorry!"

After saying this, Jing Li came out of the door as if she were running away. She didn't care about hitting the scarred body or the muffled pain. She just wanted to escape, just wanted to run out of here and breathe fresh air! She didn't expect Jing Feng's injury to be so serious. She wanted to comfort him and treat him as freely as others!

However, Jing Li was frightened to find that she could not do this at all. She escaped, but she did not see Jing Feng's low eyelids eyes, and the pain and humiliation in her eyes.

He held the Biluo gauze tent and struggled to tie his shirt with his injured hands. His forehead was full of sweat and rough gasps exhaled due to suppressed pain.

"I'll take you back!" I don't know when, in front of Jing Feng stood a man with a sympathetic face. He looked down at Jing Feng, who bent down and bowed there. He said coldly, "Your Highness is romantic, but he has no interest in you alone. You have been with her for more than ten years. She has never regarded you as a person. Why don't you see your identity clearly? If you put your feelings on an affectionate prince, isn't it asking for trouble!"