Chapter 162

Pang Yong's eyes were dark. He looked down at fengqingyao and sighed, "as long as she is rich and healthy, why should I only add to her troubles?"

"How do you know that she is well-being and happy? The man she married is a heartless man. On the emperor's birthday a few days ago, the heartless man died in the post station, and Princess Changming became a widow when she was young."

What happened that day was just what Feng Xuan said when she chatted with her, so she didn't know what happened. She just knew that the husband of Princess Changming died in Fengshang kingdom that day.

Although she didn't know Pang Yong's intention, fengqingyao's nose was sour when she thought of Changming's experience.

Listen to her say so, Pang Yong Mou color a sink, fierce look to Feng Qing Yao, seem to be can't believe, "how possible, that man negative her?"

"It's just that she didn't like it. She married at that time, probably to force you to see her heart clearly. But she lost all her happiness and failed to make you look back. You became her obsession in this life. Mr. Pang, you failed her."

Fengqingyao's voice is low, but also reveals her helplessness and sadness. If Pang Yong admits that he likes her, Changming will not stick to her for half of his life. He will try his marriage as a child's play, just for a bet.

"I'm sorry for her. How's she doing now?" Pang Yong's hands were white and he held them on the armrest. His voice was desolate.

With a sneer, Feng Qingyao looked at the old people in front of her, and then slowly said, "the person she wants to see is so close that she can't talk about it well. Mr. Pang, you are too cowardly. "

Is it cowardice?

Feng Qingyao's sarcasm lingered in his mind. Pang Yong gave a wry smile. He didn't care about his face, but Changming was the most honorable Princess of Fengshang kingdom. How sad it would be if he ignored human relations.

Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. Pang Yong stood in front of Feng Qingyao with his back hand. His face was desolate. After a long time, he said, "all the missing things are caused by the colorful lotus. Now it's in your hands. It's a cause and effect. If she had understood my mind that year, we wouldn't be like this."

Although he was far away in Xiongnu that year, when he left, he sent someone to hand the letter with riddle to Changming. Changming was brought up by him, and his literary attainments were excellent.

The answer to the riddle can be figured out naturally.

After entering the peak, she will know his sincerity.

But she was able to read it, but she didn't leave to Jueyong peak. The colorful lotus had been alone for 15 years.

Looking at the box in her hand, fengqingyao keeps silent. She still feels the sadness in front of her eyes. If it wasn't for the secularity, they wouldn't have come this far.

"Cherish the person in front of you, you will have Phoenix life, and he is my nephew. I can help you with anything."

Pang Yong took a deep breath, calmed his mood, and looked up at fengqingyao in front of him. He had already spied on her identity.

Feng Xuan also knew it was his nephew for a long time, but the boy didn't pierce it, and he wouldn't say anything more.

Hearing this, Feng Qingyao's eyes brightened. Just for a moment, she gathered the light from her eyes again. The corners of her mouth raised slightly and shook her head: "I still have some things to do. I don't need to worry about my work. But I'm leaving for Beijing tomorrow. Do you have something to tell her? "

Feng Qingyao looks up at him with a sense of expectation in her tone. Pang Yong doesn't have any different feelings. He just shakes his head with a smile. "No, we're strangers. Why should we block her?"

With these words, Pang Yong ignored her and staggered out of the attic. He didn't know which way to go. Feng Qingyao clenched the box in her hand and sighed.

Nature makes people. They really have similarities in character. They are both so stubborn. Their whole life is not long, but for Changming, they are concerned for half of their life.

From the day of enlightenment, it can no longer be separated.

When he walked to fengxuanyi's courtyard, he didn't have a good rest on his bed. Instead, he swayed his folding fan and stood under the peach blossom tree enjoying the night scenery.

"Tonight is just a new moon. What are you looking at?" To remove the sadness left by her eyes, Feng Qingyao chuckled and ran towards him.

Hearing the voice of Qingling, Feng Xuan's lips were slightly crooked. Feng Mou looked at her and reflected the stars in the sky. "The moon is bright and the stars are rare. Now the moon is like a sickle, and the stars are beautiful and tight."

Fengqingyao just stares at his eyes with starry sky. How can the charm be comparable to a starry sky? Put down the box gently, and fengqingyao stands on tiptoe to make an impression.

All of a sudden, Feng Xuanyi's eyes were shocked. The delicious food she sent to her door could not be rejected. She enjoyed her delicate pink lips and held her hands around her waist, and went to her arms.

Peach blossoms flying around, falling on the two people, dim night, endless beauty.

Because of what happened last night, Pang Yong didn't come to see them off this morning. Wan Niang took care of everything. She sent them to the carriage, and WAN Niang felt a little reluctant.This big house is not easy, because they have just a little more popularity, I'm afraid it will continue to be desolate.

After bidding farewell to Wan Niang, Feng Qingyao and Feng Xuan were also sitting in the carriage, and their mood was indescribably complicated.

She just came to Tianshan Mountain to get the lotus, but she didn't expect to break the most pitiful thing in those years.

Feng Xuan also saw that she didn't look very well. He stroked her forehead with his big hand, rubbed it gently twice, and said gently, "your head is not easy to use. Don't worry about other things."

Knead the finger belly on the temple, warm gradually through the skin, but let her feel comfortable for a while.

But Feng Xuanyi's words were ignored by her. How could her brain, which had accumulated two generations of experience, not be forbidden.

Looking at Wan Niang's carefully prepared rations in the package in front of her, Feng Qingyao sighed, "Wan Niang is also from the capital. She's such a person with a blue heart. She doesn't look like a servant."

Hearing the words, Feng Xuan's eyes were slightly dark. She looked at the delicate embroidery patterns on the package along her line of sight, and then said: "she is the legitimate daughter of the old Shang calligrapher. Five years ago, she married Mr. Pang."

"What? Is she Pang Yong's wife? " On hearing this, Feng Qing Yao's eyes were staring at the boss. She jumped up in excitement and hit the top of the carriage.

The pain on the head spreads, but fengqingyao doesn't care. She just thinks about wanniang. That woman is so humble.