Feng Miao covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming and saying something vague, but she understood.

When the current emperor's grandfather, Emperor Wencheng, died, the current empress dowager was Emperor Wencheng's wife. She once threw herself into the fire at the funeral and died in love, but in the end she was rescued and assisted the then crown prince, who was later Emperor Xianwen, to take over the affairs of the state. When the current emperor was five years old, Emperor Xianwen was enthroned because of lingering illness, and four years later, the outside world learned that Emperor Xianwen was seriously ill and finally died.

The Feng family hired a special chair to explain the old things of the palace to several daughters, although Feng Miao was a concubine, but she couldn't escape marrying the prince, Feng Xi also let her listen to it for a few years. The Empress Dowager is a heroine who is respected by everyone, and when the chair talks about her deeds, her eyes sparkle. In the first half of her ups and downs, every daughter of the Feng family is very familiar.

But the scene in front of me is not like that at all. Emperor Xianwen is still alive, and he was imprisoned by the Empress Dowager for the rest of his life. Looking through the crack in the door, Emperor Xianwen's hands were bound by thick iron chains and hung high.

Feng Miao retreated in panic, and the more he knew, the closer he was to death. She wanted to get out before she was discovered. The weak footsteps tripped over something, and before she could see clearly, she fell into a warm embrace. A strong arm stopped her so she didn't hit the wall.

There was a person sitting on the ground in the corner of the wall, Feng Miao didn't even notice it until this time. The light was dim, and she couldn't see the man's face clearly, only vaguely feeling that he looked like a teenager. There was a smell of agarwood between the robes, wafting out of nowhere.

Because the Empress Dowager respects Buddhism, everyone in the palace follows suit, and even incense has always used only sandalwood. The smell of agarwood will only be contaminated from the wooden pillars of the palace residence. If you can live in the main hall of the palace with agarwood as a pillar, this person must be very rich. Feng Miao secretly complained in her heart, this is good, there is one more person who knows that she has been here.

In a hurry, she hurriedly covered her eyes, and groped with one hand to write on the palm of the man's hand, "I don't look at your face." After a moment's hesitation, he wrote, "Don't look at me either, okay?" What I touched was the man's left hand, and there was a thin layer of calluses on the palm and fingers, like the marks left by years of practicing bow and arrow hunting. People who practice martial arts with their left hand seem to be rare, but Feng Miao is not in the mood to think about this, she just wants to live safely at the moment.

Her hands were cold, her nails were trimmed flat and short for convenience, and each finger had a slightly raised arc at the tip. The fingertips scraped against the man's palm, and the man who was silent in the darkness had a noticeable stiffening back, and raised his hand to push her away.

Feng Miao still had the plum bottle in her arm, arched her body to the man's chest, closed her eyes and made a head-cutting motion on his neck, and then touched back his palm and wrote, "Don't push me, there are monsters outside, I don't want to die." ”

This pitiful sentence of mercy made the man's tense muscles relax. Without waiting for the man's response, the voice of the Empress Dowager came from the small room again, "Since Mrs. Li died, you have always hated the mourning family, thinking that the fire in the Shangyang Palace was the hands and feet of the mourning family. But why don't you want to think about it? Even if there was no fire, her Li Yuanrou's son was made the crown prince, and she would not be able to escape the ancestral training of the son to kill his mother to prevent the dictatorship of her relatives. ”

Hearing Mrs. Li's three words, Feng Miao suddenly felt a sharp pain in her wrist, and the young man in the dark pinched her weak arm fiercely, as if he was suppressing great anger. Feng Miao twisted a few times, because his strength was too small to break free from his iron pincer-like confinement, he lowered his head and bit the back of the man's hand, leaving a circle of kitten-like tooth marks.

Across the door, Emperor Xianwen let out a few laughs, and the laughter gradually revealed sadness, "Hong'er was taken away by you as soon as he was born, and he has never seen his biological mother, how can there be any dictatorship of relatives?" In this palace, you have always been the only one who turns your hands into clouds and covers your hands for rain, if you want to talk about autocracy, it is also your Feng family! Men have different surnames and are crowned kings, almost everyone is still married to princesses, and women are even more descendants. The world of the Tuoba clan is about to change its surname to Feng! ”

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