Chapter 130

"Even if she is really a flower god, she has killed so many people and wants to kill me. Which one is not the crime of beheading? The emperor's crime is the same as the common people's, even if she is now Princess Ling."

Feng Rao smoke see that imperial edict, in the heart more unconvinced, she is also the prime minister's daughter, why can become the flower god is not her?

If fengraoyan is killed, she will be the flower god.

"Son of a bitch, shut up!" It was Feng Hongchang who interrupted fengraoyan's dream. His eyes were slightly dark. He yelled at fengraoyan and knelt down to the imperial edict. "Don't worry, my Lord. Today's ugly family will never be publicized. These servants just died suddenly in an emergency."

Feng Hongchang said, with his own look in his heart. The flower god ceremony was held smoothly, and Feng Qingyao became an important person in this letter. It must be that her identity will be different in the future.

In this way, the prime minister's office can be prosperous forever.

After all, it's the God of flowers. The scenery in the future is boundless. How can he not be moved?

Although she is married, she is the daughter of Fengfu, and the prime minister's office can follow her.

Listening to his explanation, Feng Xuanyi's face softened slightly. He chuckled and saw Feng Rao's smoke. Her voice was slightly cold. "Miss Feng ER is suffering from an emergency. She needs to be isolated for a month before she can see that she is well."

This words a, Feng Rao smoke almost to bite his own teeth, "you this is to disguise house arrest me?"

"Shut up!" With a slap, Feng Hongchang slaps Feng Rao Yan in the face. He already has an abacus in his heart. Now in this month, he won't let Feng Qingyao go wrong. It's in his heart that Feng Rao Yan is under house arrest so that she doesn't come out to make trouble.

With this thought, Feng Hongchang said to Feng Xuan, "don't worry, Lord. I'm free and proper. I won't let the flower god suffer any harm."

Seeing his interest, Feng Xuan nodded with satisfaction and left Wuhe with fengqingyao in his arms.

When Feng Xuan leaves, Feng Rao Yan covers her face and cries bitterly. She is very bent today, but she killed a mu Yingrong and lost so many confidants. Feng Qingyao, who should have been heartbroken, has become the God of flowers. That's the God of flowers. Only the most noble woman in Feng shangguo can become the God of flowers.

"Yan'er, don't cry. My mother knows that you are wronged. Although your father doesn't let us clean up fengqingyao, he is also wary of fengqingyao. He can endure the calm wind for a while. When the flower god ceremony is over, it's not too late for us to give her another fatal blow."

Ji Meiren orders her servants to clean up the corpses in the hospital. She tries to resist vomiting and comforts Feng Rao Yan all the time. After so much experience today, she must be scared.

When Feng Hongchang learned that Feng Rao Yan had killed mu Yingrong, he shut himself up in his study.

Open a drawer, take out a portrait, Feng Hongchang full of tears.

"Yingrong, I'm sorry for you!"

Feng Hongchang gently touched the portrait with his hand, tears fell on the back of his hand.

In this way, Feng Hongchang sat in his study all night.

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When he returned to lingwangfu, Xiazhu combed and washed fengqingyao and changed into clean clothes.

Feng Xuan also brought a doctor to treat her injury. Fortunately, she was not seriously injured, but she felt guilty and didn't want to wake up and face everything in front of her.

Looking at Feng Qingyao, who is still sleeping on the bed, Feng Xuan's eyes are dark and her face is gloomy. He just saw her clothes stained with blood in the hospital. He is really afraid.

But fortunately, the blood is from others.

Feng Qingyao's delicate face is pale and colorless. Her lifeless appearance makes people feel more distressed. Even though she is sleeping, her eyebrows are still tightly wrinkled.

"Yao'er, I'm sorry I'm late. I won't let you show such a painful look in the future." Feng Xuan also looked down at her, stretched out his hand to smooth the frown on her forehead. It was really painful.

Night, dark and boundless.

In the dark night, there was a man lying on the open space.

A man in a mess, a ragged suit, disheveled hair, full of stench of blood.

Four weeks quiet of strange, can only hear that person low shallow breathing, Feng Qing Yao slowly open eyes, drag tired body, looking into a darkness.

In her not far away, slowly appeared some glimmer, that light shrouded, is a person, that person is not inch, naked body is blue and purple, mouth is full of blood, obviously dead, but that pair of obsidian eyes suddenly opened, staring at her.

That's the mother!

Fengqingyao's first reaction was that she wanted to rush through, but she was trapped. No effort was of any help.

"Yao'er, my mother is so painful, so painful..." Mu Yingrong stares at a pair of eyes, and his voice is as ethereal as a ghost.

Without waiting for fengqingyao to make any response, an older voice appeared behind her. Her voice was trembling and a little resentful. "Princess, I'm so wronged that I'm not reconciled to my death..."

"Princess, Xiao Liu's death is very unjust..."One voice, one sentence, gradually buries her in the endless darkness. Fengqingyao rubs her aching head and can't remember where she is. It's just that when mu Yingrong calls her son, she arouses a warm feeling in her heart.

Yes, how could she forget that it was her mother who gave birth to her in October.

Mu Yingrong regards himself as a treasure and never complains about himself until he dies.

"Mother, I'm sorry for you." This sentence hasn't had time to say, mu Yingrong died in the conspiracy.

Muyingrong lying on the cold floor, fengqingyao can't bear to see. It's her incompetence that has harmed every life.

There are also mother Liu and Liu, who once again lost their lives because of her negligence.

Whoosh wind, once again pull fengqingyao back to reality, look up, see tens of thousands of arrows rain to her, together with the surrounding temperature also dropped a few minutes.

See arrow feather straight into eyebrows, Feng Qing Yao pupil shrink, two hands tightly clench fist.

Although she knew that all these were illusions, the strength of the arrow feather also made her worried.

All over the sky, the arrow feather shot quickly. Out of instinct, Feng Qingyao fiercely closed her eyes. Without the pain of being stabbed by the arrow, she only heard a dull hum in the air. The sound was a little deep, accompanied by the sound of broken royal guards.

Doubt of open eyes, Feng Qing Yao deeply took a breath.

Feng Xuan didn't know when he appeared in front of her. He knelt down on one knee and pierced his heart with ten thousand arrows.

Feng Mou is still deep, just staring at Feng Qingyao, the smile of the corner of the mouth, not salty.

Such a scene, like where I have seen it.

Outside the palace wall, Fengxuan also means to die through the heart.