Feng Jinghong, the King's Powerful Concubine

Name: Feng Jinghong, the King's Powerful Concubine
Author: Phoenix Nirvana

by Phoenix Nirvana

ongoing Ancient Romance Historical Fantasy Female Lead

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162Kwords134chapters

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Ch. 134 — A Ritual Held for the People on the Island

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About This Novel

Murong Jingqing, the cowardly and foolish seventh daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, grew up because her father did not love her mother and she was bullied by everyone, so she drowned to death. Ye Jingqing, the most powerful special forces soldier in the 21st century, was betrayed by his comrades and died of a bullet. Time passed, the universe was determined, the powerful soul attached to the body in another world, and she became her. I found the 'Feng Ming' in the forest of confusion, and broke off the engagement domineeringly at the banquet. The Four Kingdoms Ceremony was a blockbuster and its music moved the world. The sentence of "sitting alone in the world and looking at the mountains" attracted the side eyes of the ex-fiancé, the love and protection of King Qiang Xuan, and the gentle and traceless heart-to-heart. Step by step, when she reached the top, she accidentally learned her true life experience. On Xiaoyao Island, her true identity made her even more eye-catching. One In the wild, during the campfire, insects are chirping everywhere, and the moon is full in the sky. He looked at her cold and ethereal in front of him, helplessly: "Are you really so heartless?" She pursed her lips, with the betrayal in her previous life still fresh in her mind, and sneered, word by word: "I am ruthless, because I have no intention!" After pondering for a few minutes, the man's eyes moved darkly, and he whispered softly and resoundingly: "It doesn't matter, since you have no heart, I will give you my heart. It's just this one, I'll give it to you with all my strength." Two When he was injured while trying to save her under the cliff, her heart, which had been cold for many years, gradually began to warm up. Her trembling hands held the man's chest: "Man, you still owe me something, do you remember?" His face was pale, and he held back the pain, but still looked evil and arrogant, curling his lips elegantly: "What do I owe you?" She smiled calmly, her eyes flashed, and a seed in her heart gradually sprouted, frivolous and charming: "It's time to hand over your heart." Three Under the hibiscus tent, he held her in his arms and regarded her as a treasure. He touched his hot chest and placed an almost pious kiss on her forehead, saying word by word: "Qing'er, this heart beats for you. If you like it, I will get it for you even in this world and give it to you with my own hands." She stared at the man in front of her with her charming eyes, her eyes were as charming as silk, and she smiled lightly: "You are my world." In front of others she is the silly seventh lady, but behind her back she is a fierce blood lord. He collected his subordinates, built an organization, and established a brothel, which made people fearful. Familiar with her, she doesn't know, but her cold appearance hides a hot heart. He is the empire's most popular prince, the God of War. He is arrogant and charming, but he is the only one who dotes on her. One glance eight years ago had destined him to pursue his wife for a long time. He was willing to take only one scoop out of three thousand dollars.