"Father, father!" As soon as Feng Xinhe entered the door of the Star Feather Palace, he couldn't wait to shout.

"What are you yelling about, don't forget your identity, what kind of appearance you look like, what kind of system you have become!" Feng Ning said sternly.

"What the father and concubine said is that the daughter will not be in the future." Feng Xinhe lowered his eyes, and a look of disappointment flashed.

"How many times have I told you, calling me Father." Feng Ning said angrily.

"Yes, Xin He remembered." Feng Xinhe said scaredly.

Everyone envies her status as a goddess, everyone thinks that she is a collection of thousands of favors, but no one knows that her favored father and concubine every time she eats deflated at her mother's place, and when she comes back, she will sprinkle her anger on herself, how many times she has been punished for not being able to eat because she can't memorize books, and how many times she has been alone in the corner and shivering late at night.

How many times has she wanted to shout angrily, you haven't experienced the feeling of whipping on your body, don't talk to me about envy. Thinking of this, Feng Xinhe's nose was sour.

"Say it! What makes you so flustered? After Feng Xinhe sorted out his state, Feng Ning said coldly, this sentence forced Feng Xinhe to shed tears back.

"Father..."Feng Xinhe almost blurted out the word father and concubine.

"Huh?" Feng Ning's eyes shot like knives.

"Father! Feng Xiuyu spoke today! Feng Xinhe adjusted his mind and hurriedly said.

"Oh! I thought it was a big deal! The wind condensed in front of the bronze mirror, and the cloud said lightly.

"Father, aren't you surprised?" Feng Xinhe asked in surprise.

"Feng Xiuyu, Feng Xiuyu..."Feng Ning muttered softly, thought for a long time and said, "Feng Hua's waste daughter?" If you don't mention it today, I'll forget about this person! "The wind condensed the face and tried on colorful clothes in front of the bronze mirror.

Xu changed into a satisfactory outfit, turned around, his clothes fluttered, and asked with a smile: "He'er, is it good-looking?" After that, he laughed shyly twice!

This sudden gentleness made Feng Xinhe lose his mind.

Feng Xinhe said stupidly: "It looks good, Father, you look good in whatever you wear!" ”

"Hahaha, it's good to look good, it's good to look good, she must like your mother." Rubbing grease and powder can't stop the passage of time, and with this smile, the folds on his face leak out.

Stroking the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, Feng Ning suddenly lowered his face and said angrily: "You are lying!" I'm old, old. After that, I felt like I was going to cry.

"Father..."Feng Xinhe just wanted to step forward and comfort him. Feng Ning said, "Have you heard?" Your mother recently accepted another Concubine Yan......"

"Father, the mother and queen are confused for a while, and her favorite is still you!"

Feng Ning didn't seem to hear this compliment, and said, "I heard that the eyebrows and eyes look very much like Feng Hua's waste queen..." Feng Hua's waste daughter can talk? ”

"Well, didn't you say that a waste is not a cause for concern, Father?" Feng Xinhe muttered weakly.

"Yes, Fenghua's broken leg is not as good as me, and Fenghua's daughter is not as good as my daughter, hahaha!" After that, he laughed happily again.

"But..."Feng Xinhe looked at Feng Ning's happy appearance and hesitated to speak.

"But what?" Feng Ning stopped smiling and asked eagerly.

"But my daughter always felt that Feng Xiuyu was a little different! But what's the difference, my daughter can't tell! Maybe it's my daughter's hallucination! Feng Xinhe said with relief.

"It's different, it's different..."Feng Ning muttered, and suddenly said coldly: "Fenghua, that slut is the best at this trick." ”

Hearing these words, Feng Xinhe was confused and always felt that his father and Feng Hua had a deep or shallow connection.

"Back then, he hooked up with your mother emperor without telling me, he is the best at acting, and so is his daughter!" Feng Ning said viciously.

"Father..."Feng Xinhe's words made Feng Ning come back to his senses and realize his gaffe.

Feng Ning looked at Feng Xinhe's face coldly, and said, "Why don't you look like her, why?" ”

Feng Xinhe stiffened with fear, for fear of angering Feng Hua, and asked weakly: "Not like who?" The queen mother? ”

Feng Ning was afraid that if he talked too much, he would leak his mouth, so he said, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!" ”

Feng Xinhe said in a frightened voice: "Father, I... Remembered. For fear that Feng Ning would get angry and hit her again, he said with a crying voice: "He'er doesn't ask, I won't ask in the future, He'er doesn't talk much, father, don't be angry!" ”

Feng Ning suddenly and gently stroked Feng Xinhe's face with his right hand and said, "He'er, why are you crying?" Are you trembling and scared? ”

"No, no, He'er is not afraid, not afraid." Feng Xinhe shook his head in a panic.

"He'er, I'm your father, you have to understand that everything your father does is for your good!"

"He'er, understand, understand!" Feng Xinhe nodded, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said.

"It's good to understand! Then you have to be obedient, you have to be obedient. ”

"He'er is obedient, He'er is good!" Feng Xinhe flattered the way.

"Then let's go to Wenshu! I memorized the poem left by Mr. yesterday, if you can't memorize it, you know, don't eat today's meal! ”

"Daughter... Understood, here it goes! Feng Xinhe lowered his eyes and said.

After Feng Xinhe finished speaking, he hurriedly turned around and left, for fear that Feng Ning would regret it, only to hear a voice from behind: "I don't know if your mother will like your new poem!" ”

When he returned to the bedroom, Feng Xinhe's tears poured out like a, covering his head with a quilt, and sobbing quietly, for fear that others would hear his voice.

muttered: "Why, why do you only have the mother emperor in your heart, He'er, what is He'er in your heart?" He'er's position in your heart, I'm afraid even Fenghua can't compare! ”

Feng Xinhe cried enough, got up, wiped his tears, and carried the book left by Mr. yesterday, only the cold moonlight as his companion.