Legend Of A Drop Dead Gorgeous Princess - Chapter 177

Seeing Lan Ling still smiling, Ling Chen narrowed his eyes.

“Lan Ling, I want to see how much you can endure for him.” He kept her on the board, twisted his fingers, and wrapped the chain around his hand.

Lan Ling lay there, her snow-white lower abdomen was exposed. It was cold in the prison, Lan Ling trembled all over, and her lips were purple. She covered her lower abdomen with her hands and plunged her head into the quilt on the bed.

Since she became pregnant, Ling Chen had never seen her so close again.

He tore her shirt apart, looked at her snow-white ketone body, and gently stroked the round belly with his right hand. His palm was rough, and she stroked her delicate skin, and Lan Ling felt deep hatred from the slowly sliding palm.

Ling Chen looked at her, he asked her to send her the death-free gold medal, but she didn’t want it!

His anger became more and more serious: “Don’t you want to run away, why don’t you run away, just want to die like that?”

“Yes, Lan Ling is tired. When he is dead, no one will kill me again. I have nothing to Tian Ming. You wronged him.”

Ling Chen sneered: “Tian Ming has violated his duty. The people around me, you, can’t be extra-minded.”

“Are you because he helped me do things behind your back?” Lan Ling asked.

Ling Chen didn’t answer, and said for a while: “The people around me must be very loyal to me, and they can’t have a trace of outer heart.”

He lifted the quilt covering her face, her upper body was unobstructed in front of his eyes, Lan Ling looked at him, he was also looking at her, his eyes were dark and evil, playfully mocking.

Lan Ling struggled to leave his package, his waist was tightly gripped, unable to move the slightest.

The jacket shattered, and a knot of hair tied with a red rope fell out, and both her and his faces were startled.

This hair knot was made by Lan Ling entwining her hair with a lock of Ling Chen’s hair when she was treating the disease in Qingyun Mountain. She has been on her body. He had lost his money, and he found it at Tian Ming that day. He was furious and killed Tian Ming.

Her cold hands suddenly covered his eyes.

He paused, and suddenly took her hand and put it in his clothes.

The warmth wet Lan Ling’s eyes. She thought her heart was hard enough.

She thought that since she wanted to let go, she would let it go completely. Don’t have a trace of nostalgia. She died, everyone was fine.

But Ling Chen’s random move made her feel greedy. She stopped struggling, letting him hold herself.

Realizing what he was doing, he let go of his hand bitterly, his eyes fell on her round belly, his mouth was smiling, he took off his cloak, and hugged her horizontally.

Lan Ling suddenly understood what he was going to do, fighting desperately, blood in his ankles.

“Don’t touch me! This is a prison, I am a death row prisoner, and the emperor is not afraid of getting bad luck!”

He tightened the chain in his hand. Lan Ling bent down in pain.

She vaguely seemed to see her past life. Such the same scene, is this a dream? Or, is that a dream?

The woman’s stern voice came outside, and the people outside walked to the far door with bated breath.

She shrank to the side, tears in her eyes, glaring at him.

He looked down at her, his eyes were cold and hot, and mixed with hatred, anger, or other things, Ling Chen didn’t know it himself, and he felt crazy.

He saw her **** ankles after struggling, and he pressed her feet under her legs, making her unable to move.

He finally pressed her completely under his body, wrapped her, watching her close her eyes, tears spread.

He moved like crazy, and if he wanted to hate, he hated it completely. He was still infatuated with this dirty body.

He hates her and hates himself even more.

Wen Heng stood outside the prison door, watching Ling Chen lead people into the prison.

He still went to see her.

She just came out of Concubine Qing. Concubine Qing has been in poor health these few days and has been in a coma today.

She saw Huan’er, the maidservant of Qing concubine, hurried into the prison.

A large amount of blood gushed out of Lan Ling’s body. The warm heat flowed over her cold legs, Ling Chen rolled the corner of her eyes, slightly startled, and did not stop.

The last thought in Lan Ling’s heart was pulled out, she looked at Ling Chen’s face, and the boundless hatred in his eyes, she stretched out her hand to touch his face, distressed, helpless, and full of infinite love.

Tears finally came up: “Ling Chen, he is really your child. You killed him.”

She condensed him, a mouthful of blood came up, Lan Ling pressed her chest and held it tightly.

The voice of the poplar outside the door came in: “The emperor, the concubine Qing consort of Yongren Palace fainted, let the emperor come over and take a look…”

He finally got up from her.

The cloak on his body was still on Lan Ling, and he walked out wearing only his shirt.

“What’s wrong with Concubine Qing?” He asked Yang Shu.

“I heard that the little ring next to Concubine Qing said that Concubine Qing has been ill these days. I asked the royal doctor to see it, but it didn’t get better. I passed out just now. The girls were terrified. Please come and take a look.” Yang Shu said.

Lan Ling heard the sound of his heavy footsteps getting farther and farther, listening carefully, the sound of horse hooves stepped away in the snow.

His cloak covered her body, and he could smell the faint smell of green sandalwood.

She lay there motionless, unable to move, every time she moved, the blood under her was more.

It’s okay to die just like this, lest you have to suffer the heart-cutting punishment tomorrow.

When the two jailers came in, Lan Ling took a look. This time, it was two wives.

They frowned and cleaned the cell splattered with blood.

“Two mothers-in-law, can you get a new prison jacket?” Lan Ling’s voice was hoarse.

A mother-in-law sighed and went out, and later brought in a new set of prison clothes.

Lan Ling ripped off his old clothes and dealt with his lower body. The bed was almost soaked with blood. Ling Chen’s jacket was also torn. She put on a new prison jacket directly outside her belly, still shaking coldly, and she put Ling Chen’s bright yellow cloak on her body.

Wrapped in this way, leaning against the head of the bed, after the second half of the night.

Early the next morning, the jailer brought in a package.

Lan Ling opened, and inside was a whole set of new clothes. An aqua-blue cloak, a white fox hat, and a light red dress embroidered with the dark pattern of the golden and silver Luan Bird Chaofeng.

Lan Ling smiled and asked, “Who sent this dress?”

The mother-in-law said: “Duke Yang.”

Lan Ling sighed and put down his clothes, “Luan Bird is facing the phoenix. This is the dress that the queen should wear. How can I be a sinner!”

Lan Ling still wore the cyan prison jacket.

Had breakfast for the last meal. Lan Ling eats deliciously. Cumin lamb, grilled lamb chops, chicken drumsticks and chicken wings are all her favorites.

After breakfast, Lan Ling asked for a pot of hot water and washed herself carefully.

Without the hairpin, Lan Ling tore a piece of satin from the new tuft of clothes and pulled up his hair.

“Tell the prisoner!” Lan Ling stopped drinking when she heard the outside.

The blood in his lower body had not stopped, and he kept ticking out, Lan Ling smiled bitterly. She handled her embarrassment with her old prison clothes and tents, but she still couldn’t stop the blood.

Reached out and took the new cyan cloak and put it on his body, so as not to be too embarrassed.

The sky is full of snow.

Two lines of guards escorted a prison car, and tens of thousands of people moved on both sides of the long street.