After twenty years, Mu Qingwan was finally able to straighten his back and confront Zhao Youjun.

After thinking about it, Mu Qingwan felt how stupid he had been in the past 20 years.

Twenty years ago, Zhao Youjun was the eldest princess who was high above, and she could only crawl at her feet like dust. But when she chose to give up her identity as the eldest princess and enter the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion, she undoubtedly gave up her sharpest weapon with her own hands.

What is left of Zhao Youjun now, the name of a concubine?

I'm afraid that what the royal family and Zhao Youjun are most afraid of today is that her identity will be leaked out, how can she dare to use her noble status as the eldest princess to suppress her?

And these things, Mu Qingwan had never thought about before.

Mu Qingwan thought, did he admit defeat before he could fight, so that Zhao Youjun could completely control the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion now?

She has been confused for twenty years, and even her daughter has to look at Zhao Youjun's face, does she continue to be confused?

Of course not!

The change of a person's mental outlook can really make the face also have a reborn change.

In the past, Mu Qingwan was weak, but when she straightened her body and strengthened her eyes, she stood like a cluster of tough green bamboos, no matter how strong the wind was, she still stood proudly in the wind, and never bowed her head.

Such a change was discovered by Zhao Youjun almost immediately, and it also made the anger in her heart a little stronger.

Mu Qingwan, who stood in front of her, had a slender figure, wearing a lake-colored plum orchid bamboo dark pattern carved silk gown, a gentle and quiet face was a little more firm, and it was unexpectedly more moving, a thick green silk combed into a bun with clouds, except for a diagonal magnolia dotted cuibu sway, there was no other embellishment, but it gave people a sense of grace.

Looking at Mu Qingwan like this, Zhao Youjun could hardly suppress the jealousy in his heart.

Yes, no one knew that Zhao Youjun, who was high up, would actually be jealous of Mu Qingwan, who had been trampled under her feet and couldn't turn over.

From the first time he saw Mu Qingwan outside the palace gate, Zhao Youjun was jealous that she had such a gentle and considerate husband, and he could only tolerate Mu Qingwan alone in his eyes, and he didn't even look at himself as the eldest princess standing in front of him. Therefore, she used her power to force them, forcing them to submit to herself, forcing the two who were obviously husband and wife to live in the same place for 20 years but did not even dare to meet.

Being able to trap Mu Qingwan in Luo Shuixuan's small world, Zhao Youjun is undoubtedly proud, in this way, won't there be no more of her in the eyes of Hou Ye? Before today, she was even sure that Mu Qingwan could only live a miserable life according to her imagination, and die of old age in Luoshuixuan like a puddle of mud.

So, how could she tolerate Mu Qingwan appearing in Feng Lin's eyes with such a new attitude now? In this way, what is the significance of what she has done in the past 20 years?

The calmer his face was, the more crazy Zhao Youjun was in his heart.

She didn't care about anything else, she only knew that she was going to do what she wanted to do twenty years ago but couldn't do, and she wanted to make the woman in front of her disappear, even if it cost a lot!

"Someone!" Zhao Youjun smiled coldly, with a little cruelty in his slightly narrowed eyes.

Even if she gave up her identity as the eldest princess, no matter how she said that she was also the biological daughter of the Queen Mother, the Queen Mother loved her so much back then, how could she not give her some protection? The dead soldiers who have been vigorously cultivated by the royal family, as long as the master has an order, even if he loses his own life, he will definitely complete the task, such a dead soldier, Zhao Youjun has five in his hands, as long as she gives an order, Mu Qingwan will become a dead man!

What a happy thing this is, as long as he thought of Mu Qingwan dying in front of him, Zhao Youjun was so excited that he couldn't stop trembling.

She stretched out her slender index finger and pointed at Mu Qingwan, and even smiled and curled her lips, "Kill this for me......"

The words came to an abrupt end in the middle of the conversation, because Zhao Youjun saw a person who shouldn't be here at this time, and the distorted smile on her face suddenly stiffened.

Looking at Zhao Youjun's line of sight, in front of the hanging flower door, a tall figure wearing a straight face of stone blue lake silk stood quietly at some point. His face was a little blurred under the faint shadows, and it was not until he took a few steps forward with a steady step that it was not clearly visible.

It was Feng Mingxiang who returned from going out.

"Mother...... Feng Mingxiang sighed lowly, "Stop." ”

Feng Mingxiang has been apprenticed to Xu Qingsong, a great Confucian since he was a child, and his schoolwork has become heavier and heavier as he gets older, and he spends more time with Xu Qingsong after the age of sixteen than in the Weiyuan Marquis Mansion. Eighteen-year-old Feng Mingxiang has long faded from his childishness, his appearance follows Feng Lin, his sword eyebrows and starry eyes are extraordinary, and because of the poetry and books in his belly, he reveals a faint elegance, with his upright posture and the graceful bearing raised by the famous family, which makes people unforgettable after seeing it.

Zhao Youjun didn't expect to see his son at this time, but then he became angry because of Feng Mingxiang's persuasion.

He was her son, but he persuaded her to stop when she faced the enemy?

"I'm your mother, this is your sister, do you have to learn your father's elbow to turn out?" Zhao Youjun was so angry that he didn't choose to speak.

"Mother, why are you doing this?" Feng Mingxiang was silent for a long time before he said, then turned around, his eyes were like the finest warm jade, and swept past Feng Zhige's face, "Sister, you and ...... Let's go first, I'll take care of it here. After a long pause, he still didn't know what to call Mu Qingwan.

Feng Zhige looked at Feng Mingxiang steadily, nodded for a while, made a few gestures with the hands behind his back, and then helped Mu Qingwan to walk out.

Seeing that Feng Zhige and Mu Qingwan were about to walk out of the weeping flower door, Feng Mingwu, who had been standing aside since she heard Mu Qingwan say the words "eldest princess", suddenly woke up from her stunnedness. She clutched Zhao Youjun's sleeve tightly, her red and swollen face was full of excitement, and her eyes were round, as if she suddenly saw some treasure.

"Mother, it turns out that you are the eldest princess," the voice of the child's voice, which had not completely faded, became sharper because of excitement, but Feng Mingwu herself was completely unaware, she pointed to the backs of Feng Zhige and Mu Qingwan, and her big eyes were full of Sen Han's malice, "Then what are you waiting for, hurry up and let those two sluts die, let them die!" ”

The three words "eldest princess" typed into Zhao Youjun's heart, but it didn't bring her the slightest joy, and when she looked around, she found that there were no idle people, so she breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to shout at Feng Mingwu: "Shut up!" ”

As Mu Qingwan said, what Zhao Youjun is most afraid of now is that her identity, which once honored her, will be leaked out. Between her and the royal interests, what her royal brother would choose, she didn't dare to bet.

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How to end this farce, these are not Feng Zhige and Mu Qingwan's business, the two got into the carriage and went straight to the agreed place.

PS: The cold wave is coming, please pay attention to keeping warm~

PPS: Yesterday I thought about the plot later.,It turned out to be the imaginary male protagonist cute.,Haha,What a nymphomaniac...... I'm going to hurry up and write all the kuài for the male protagonist to come out for a walk.,But now I'm going to mop the \(^o^)/ floor first.