The next day, Duan Aoyang was sitting in the study, planning to deal with government affairs. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info But as soon as he opened a notebook, he read a few words, and remembered the appearance of Lin Feiye crying in his arms yesterday.

Thinking of this, his heart ached faintly. Closing the book and putting it back in place, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, and sighed heavily.

Hearing what she questioned him yesterday, he was really a little angry. She was angry that she didn't believe in herself, and she was angry that she couldn't find her son after spending so much effort.

Stretching out his hand and gently tapping twice on the table, he slowly spoke: "Mo Huan." ”

Mo Huan was guarding outside the study, and when he heard Duan Aoyang's voice coming out, he immediately turned around and pushed open the closed delicately carved door and walked in quickly.

"The minister is here!"

"Continue to look for the third prince, no matter how much manpower and material resources are spent, you must find him!" Duan Aoyang's eyes were staring at Mo Huan, unpredictable emotions flashed in his eyes, and his tone was a little sharp.

He didn't dare to imagine what it would be like if Lin Feiye gave birth and she found that the child in her belly was gone, and Duan Qing'an, who had lost it, had not been recovered.

If that were the case, she would have collapsed. It was not the first time she had cried so sadly for Duan Qing'an, which showed how much she valued him. And she always hoped that the child in her womb was a girl, if the child in it died at birth, Duan Aoyang really didn't dare to imagine the consequences.

Thinking like this, he suddenly felt a coldness all over his body, his face showed a painful look, his heart beat violently, and he felt an unusually frightened feeling.

Mo Huan naturally didn't dare to look into his eyes, but he suddenly felt the coldness bursting out of Duan Aoyang's body, and his heart trembled. Sneaking up at him, she noticed that he had a painful look on his face.

He knew what he was thinking, and sighed secretly, feeling a little sorry for such a master in his heart. But now in this situation, he didn't fit to say anything, so he went out to die.

After Mo Huan left, Duan Aoyang's heart was still very chaotic. Looking at the stacks of twists and turns on the case, I was in no mood to read it anymore. Lowering his eyes and pondering, he suddenly stood up.

"Come on, set up the Qingfeng Palace."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Duan Aoyang rode the dragon chariot inlaid with gold, silver and jade and carved dragon patterns, bypassed the twists and turns of the road, and came to the Qingfeng Hall where Wen Shumo lived.

He stepped into the path and walked straight into the temple.

This movement was really not small, and when he approached, Wen Shumo was already waiting for him at the door.

"See the Emperor."

Wen Shumo bowed and saluted, like a green pine pressed down by snow.

"Sir, settle down." Duan Aoyang's sleeves moved, motioned for him to stand up, then raised the corners of his eyes slightly, and continued, "I wonder if Mr. is willing to accompany me to play a game?" ”

"Wen is very happy." Wen Shumo saw the lingering gloom between his eyebrows, and knew that he must not have just come to play chess with himself.

The two of them took off their robes and sat down together in front of the chessboard.

Both of them are extremely handsome, but their temperament is different. Duan Aoyang is an emperor, but Wen Shumo is as gentle as jade. Therefore, although the two did the same action, they each had their own tastes.

Duan Aoyang's slender two fingers picked up the white jade chess, and landed squarely in the middle, and then the corners of his mouth were shallowly hooked, looking at Wen Shumo.

Wen Shumo smiled faintly, held the wide sleeves with one hand, picked up the Mo Yuqi with the other, and fell down gently. Raise your hand again to make a "please" gesture, signaling that he is gone.

The two of you came and went, fighting bloodlessly for a while, Duan Aoyang pondered for a while, and then slowly opened his mouth: "Actually, I came here today because I wanted to talk to Mr. about something. ”

After staying in Qingfeng Hall for a while, Duan Aoyang felt that his emotions had calmed down a lot, so he opened his mouth after thinking about it.

"Wen would like to hear about it." Wen Shumo straightened his expression and said to the arch.

"Now that the poison in the queen's body has been resolved, all the poison has been led to the child in her womb, and I am worried that if the child does not survive, her emotions will collapse." Duan Aoyang groaned slightly, and then opened his mouth with a frown, "Moreover, yesterday the queen asked me if I didn't plan to get the third emperor back, I think I thought of him again." If the emperor is not recovered, and the fetus in her womb will not survive, then I really don't know what to do! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the gloom between his eyebrows suddenly increased a lot.

Wen Shumo held Mo Yuqi's hand for a slight pause, but then dropped the chess piece on the chessboard, blocking Duan Aoyang's attack. Only then did he raise his head and look at him, and said, "The emperor is just worried too much, so he is trapped in the situation." Although Wen doesn't know the character of the queen very well, Wen still thinks that the mother will not be so vulnerable. Even if things are going in the worst direction, the reason is not the emperor and the mother. What's more, it's not yet the end, how do you know what the outcome will be? ”

Duan Aoyang listened to his words while casually dropping a chess piece on the chessboard.

Wen Shumo looked at the white chess he pressed indiscriminately, shook his head slightly, and then picked up a white chess piece and stopped him.

"The emperor is caught in a situation, walking forward indiscriminately, but he can't get out of the fog in front of him, but he doesn't know that if he takes a step back and looks again, he can look at the overall situation and hold the future in his hands." Wen Shumo continued.

"It's true that I'm too worried and I've come to a dead end. The people in charge will really mess up their minds, and it will be difficult to accomplish anything. Duan Aoyang looked at the chess game in front of him, and then listened to Wen Shumo's words, and the qi blocked in his heart also dispersed, "After listening to Mr. Wen's words today, I feel a lot more comfortable, and I feel that the depression in my heart has dissipated." ”

Wen Shumo saw that the gloomy color between his eyebrows had gradually dissipated, and he bowed his head slightly, and said: "The emperor is just missing someone to wake up, but now Wen is grateful to the emperor for his blue eyes." ”

"Sir said that he laughed, but I want to thank Sir for relieving the boredom in my heart." Duan Aoyang looked at Wen Shumo with a hint of gratitude, and said in a sincere tone.

Duan Aoyang could actually see that Wen Shumo also liked Lin Feiye, but he was a little unhappy at first. But he observed him for a long time, but admired Wen Shumo for being a gentleman, although he liked Lin Feiye, but he didn't think anything wrong about her, nor did he do anything out of the ordinary to her, but he also saved her life. Therefore, today he told him what was on his mind, and he could be regarded as opening his heart to Wen Shumo.

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