Feng Zhao and Yao Ling both looked at him with a question, after all, the crown prince Fenghe is the future heir to the throne of Dalong, and Cai Qing has been let go, even if he is investigated, what can he do?

"The last time the second prince was assassinated, I sent someone to monitor the prince's mansion, and bought a subordinate of the prince's mansion with a lot of money, and I knew some things. He continued to speak softly, as if what he was saying had nothing to do with him.

"What is the result?" Feng Zhao asked in a deep voice as he looked at Yueming.

Yueming didn't rush to talk about Prince Fenghe, but looked at Yaoling with a pair of eyes as cold as the moon.

"You go back first. He said to her softly.

Hearing that she was told to go back, Yaoling knew that Yueming didn't want her to hear the words later, but the more she did, the heavier her curiosity became, and she couldn't even know what kind of thing that Fenghe had done. Some reluctantly looked at the wind photos.

"Let's go back. Feng Zhao whispered to her, since Yueming wanted Yaoling to avoid it, she had her own reasons to avoid it.

Yao Ling pouted, turned around and walked towards her residence.

Looking at Yaoling's back, the wind scattered his power and blocked his voice with Yueming.

Yaoling's small body flashed past the peach tree and secretly hid, but when she looked at Yueming and Fengzhao's mouth, she opened and closed her mouth, but she couldn't hear anything.

"Stinky moon, rotten moon, stinky little wind, rotten little wind. She cursed in her mouth, knowing that the two of them had placed air shields around her in order to prevent her, so that she could not hear every word they said.

She had to observe from a distance, and found that Fengzhao's face was getting darker and darker. I thought in my heart that I was afraid that Feng He had done something bad, otherwise how could Xiao Feng's face be black like that.

At this time as they spoke, in the palace, Fengqing's dormitory.

Xia Linhai approached Fengqing, who was resting on the couch, and whispered something in his ear?

Feng Qing, who had closed his eyes and was pretending to sleep, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Xia Linhai coldly, and after a while, stood up and said, "Go to the Queen's Palace." ”

Queen Wu Yan is resting in bed, after Yaoling's treatment, her cough is much better, and her complexion this year is much better than in previous years.

Suddenly, there was a long voice from the palace people at the door: "The emperor has arrived-"

Wu Yan hurriedly rolled up from the bed. "Yun'er, Yun'er," she called out in a panic. And he stretched out his hand.

Yun'er, who was standing next to the bed, hurriedly stepped forward to support Wu Yan and waited for her to put on her shoes, and at this time, Feng Qing's tall and burly figure had already appeared at the door of the dormitory.

Wu Yan came through the curtain and knelt down in front of Feng Qing with some disheveled clothes: "The concubine is too late. Please atone for your sins. ”

Feng Qing didn't speak. just looked coldly at Wu Yan who was kneeling on the ground. A pair of secluded eyes, there is no love at the bottom.

"Get up. A cold voice came from above her head, and Yun'er, who was kneeling on the ground, stood up and helped Wu Yan.

"Why did the emperor think of the concubines here today?" Wu Yan, who stood up, looked at Feng Qing in the center of the ground, and asked with a strong smile. She could already see that Feng Qing's face was gloomy and dark, and she couldn't help but feel a little weak in her heart.

Feng Qing's eyes just glanced at her coldly, and then, slowly walked around the room, and came to the incense burner in front of the table, he looked at the faint fragrance that was wafting away, and sniffed slightly, "What kind of incense did you use?"

Wu Yan hurriedly walked up to Feng Qing and said softly: "The concubine only uses rose incense, have you forgotten it?"

Feng Qing was silent for a while, and then said, "I forgot, I thought the queen liked to use jasmine." ”

Hearing this, Wu Yan's body shook.

"The emperor only has the Qingli Palace in his heart. For a moment she choked up a little and whispered.

"It's good to know. Feng Qing's tone was stern and domineering, and at the same time he turned his head and stared at Wu Yan with eyes like an ice cellar in a cold day, unable to tell how cold and cold he was. Wu Yan's body trembled involuntarily.

"Bang", frightened Wu Yan immediately knelt on the ground and covered her eyes with her hands.

It turned out that Feng Qing flicked the sleeves of his robe and swept the exquisite incense burner on the table that was exuding a sweet and faint fragrance to the ground, and was shattered. Waiting for Wu Yan to take her hand away from her eyes, she only saw the back of Feng Qing wearing a dragon robe. She collapsed limply on the ground, her hands covering her mouth, and she sobbed.

After leaving the palace, Feng Qing said to Xia Linhai in a cold voice: "Send someone to keep an eye on that palace maid." ”

"Yes. The minion will do it. ”

"Mother, get up. Yun'er stepped forward and helped Wu Yan up.

"Smack". Yun'er's pink face suddenly imprinted five clear handprints.

"It's all you, the slut who seduced He'er, to do such things, and let me bear the blame for you. Wu Yan scolded and cried in her mouth. Tears washed away her exquisite makeup, and her beautiful face looked a little terrifying.

Yun'er knelt down silently, letting her kick and beat.

After waiting for the fight to finish scolding, Wu Yan held back her tears and coldly ordered Yun'er who was kneeling on the ground: "Get up." Go and clean up the tail. Sue sù He'er, let him pay attention to his actions in the future, I have already told you that Qingli Palace is heavily defended, and the emperor will protect it as the root of his life, how can you solve it with such a box of incense. ”

"Yes," replied softly, still so calmly and softly.

Yaoling finally left the back garden, and when she passed by Wu Yu's residence, through the half-open moon door, she saw Feng Ze accompanying Wu Yu to read the medicine book under the eaves. The expressions of the two were natural and gentle, one had an elegant appearance, and the other had a quiet and elegant complexion, and she couldn't help but look a little stupid.

"Yao'er. There was a soft call behind her, and she withdrew her distracted heart, and she turned her head, and saw her uncle Wu Yu standing under a few green bamboos.

"Uncle. She hurriedly stepped forward to salute, and Wu Yu looked at him, her eyes full of love.

"Let's go inside. Yaoling nodded, and followed her uncle into the small courtyard, Wu Jue looked at Du Yaoling, and there was liveliness and joy in her quiet face. She was reading the medicine book with Feng Ze, and when she encountered something she didn't understand, Yao Ling happened to walk in.

"Sister Suzu. She opened her mouth and cried out, her voice delicate and pleasant. Feng Ze bowed slightly. It's kind of a hello.

"Sister. Yaoling walked cordially to Wu Yu and helped her arm, and the day before yesterday she learned that Wu Yu was injured, so she ran to the backyard to see Wu Yu's wound, and re-prescribed medicine to treat the injury.

"It's much better, sister, the medicine you prescribed really works. Wu Yu smiled and said, "I'm still studying the prescription you prescribed." After that, she picked up the medicine list on the stone table and showed it to Yaoling, who smiled: "Sister, don't worry, wait until your injury is healed." I'll teach you well. ”

"Yao'er. Come on, my uncle has something to ask you. Wu Ying on the side called Yao Ling and walked towards his residence.

After entering the door, Yaoling only saw a room full of jade, all of which were crystal clear. All are of the highest quality. After Fengzhao and Yao Ling returned to Yanlong. Yueming opened a jade shop for Wu Ying on the street. Wu Ying is in the store on weekdays and does not come back during the day.

Today, I heard that Yaoling came back from Jiangli, so I came to visit. By the way, he wanted to ask about that Jiang's mother.

After Yaoling left, he began to secretly observe Jiang's mother, and found that she always avoided him, and occasionally when there was no one around, she unintentionally revealed her expression and behavior very much like Yaoling's mother, and a few times he stepped forward to talk to her to try it, and Jiang's mother was always supportive, covering her eyes. Within a few days, Jiang's mother left the palace.

On the day he left, he carved jade in the house, and at noon mealtime, Wu Yu came to deliver him food, and before he entered the door, he smelled the smell of the food that he was once familiar with, and the smell of the meal was the home-cooked food that his sister used to make for him and his father every day, although it was ordinary but it was also imitated by others. When he arrived in the kitchen, there was no trace of Jiang's mother, and Wu Yu just said that Jiang's mother made a special meal for him.

Yaoling looked at her uncle in a daze, and after a while, she turned around and walked out of the room, hurriedly returned to her residence, took out the set of dresses that Jiang's mother specially sewed for her, looked at it, touched it and touched it. Tears flowed down her face.

Lan Cao followed, and when she saw her like this, she was startled, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you, little master." ”

Yaoling didn't gnaw, she just asked silently in her heart: "Mother Jiang, who are you? If you are my mother, why do you come to me and refuse me." If you're not, why did you make your uncle's favorite home-cooked meal? If you weren't, how would you have made the princess of the Jiang Li royal family?"

Fengzhao and Yueming went to Huitianxia after Yaoling left. He didn't know that Yao Ling was hugging Ji Lu's dress at this moment and crying a mess.

In Qingli Palace, Chang Ruoli sent away Feng Zhao and Yao Ling to rest for a while, and then went to Feng Qiao's dormitory to see Feng Qiao.

Feng Qiao was swinging on the swing frame in the courtyard, the wind blew her clothes and ribbons, her hair danced lightly, and her face was soft and white in the sun. Although people are swinging on the swing frame, there is a deep melancholy between their eyebrows and eyes.

When she saw her mother, she got down from the swing frame and grabbed her mother's arm very affectionately.

"Mother, why are you here?"

"Mother misses you, so she comes to see you. Chang Ruoli looked at this daughter with a pair of eyes as calm as a lake, full of love. This month, my daughter seems to have suddenly changed into a different person, no longer coquettish or naughty. She was a little uncomfortable.

Feng Qiao heard his mother's words and wanted to smile at his mother, but tears fell involuntarily.

"Qiao'er" Chang Ruoli called out heartbrokenly.

Feng Qiao let go of the hand that held his mother's arm, twisted his head slightly, gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, turned his face, and wanted to smile at his mother.

"Mother, it's fine. She still cried and said the last three words, she couldn't help the sadness in her heart after all, she couldn't pretend anymore in front of her mother, and threw herself into her mother's soft bosom and let the tears pour down like a river bursting the embankment.

Even Chang Ruoli, who was quiet and condensed in the past, couldn't help but shed tears, she knew her daughter's heart best. But she couldn't do anything, she couldn't force Yueming because of her daughter, because she knew that love was not a person's business. She couldn't watch her daughter marry someone who didn't love her, but she couldn't bear to watch her daughter marry so far away from Molong, and her heart hurt these days by Feng Qiao.

"Qiao'er, don't cry, mother knows that you feel uncomfortable, just now your cousin Ning, Prince Molong's temperament is not inferior to your cousin Ming, and he also said that you have already met, presumably it is also your fate. ”

Feng Qiao, who was crying, suddenly suppressed his tears, pulled out the body lying in his mother's arms, and looked at his mother in surprise, with undried tears on his cheeks.

Suddenly she remembered the eight tones and pearls she had seen with Yao Ling yesterday, no, it couldn't be, but the prince of the desert dragon—the heroic galloping figure and hearty voice of the eight tones riding a horse appeared in front of her.

Chang Ruoli carefully observed her daughter who was deep in thought, and looked at her distracted eyes with a faint shyness and fascination, and her heart was secretly a little comfortable. Ning Er is right, Feng Qiao has a good impression of Prince Molong.

"Qiao'er, you know that your cousin already has her in her heart, and no matter how much you give your love, it won't be exchanged for his affection for you. If you force it, you will be the one who will be hurt in the end, if the Molong prince is as your cousin Ning said, his temperament and demeanor are not inferior to Yueming, you might as well try to accept him. There may be another gain. Chang Ruoli's words were elegant and soft, and she stroked her daughter's hair, and her eyes were full of love and reluctance.

"Mother" Feng Qiao screamed softly, and threw herself back into her mother's arms, but no longer shed tears. The second brother is right, and the mother is right, she really doesn't have the strength to love Cousin Ming anymore. That love was too tired and too hard, and it made her feel distressed and her shoulders hurt.

"Father" Feng Qiao, who was lying on his mother's shoulder, saw Feng Qing in a dragon robe appear at the door, and hurriedly screamed and left from his mother's arms.

Chang Ruoli turned around slightly, and saw Feng Qing, who was as tall as a pine, slowly walking towards her. My heart moved slightly. (To be continued......)