Chapter 296

In Feng's house, Feng Qinnan suddenly got up, his face was shocked, and his palm suddenly patted on the table: "this rebellious son!"

The housekeeper stood in front of him, so he was more worried. Feng Qinnan seemed to realize that he had made a mistake and waved him back. Feng light Yang step in, just pass by with housekeeper, see his appearance of fear, immediately clear.

"Father, what happened to big brother?" Feng Qingyang came forward, saluted and nodded.

He is very plain, plain white robe embroidered with only one or two bamboo, the whole person looks very haggard. Tomorrow is the day of Bai's mourning. Bai's face is clean when he dies. Feng Qingyang has scorn in her eyes. It's a pity that her sister can't be spoiled now, and she can't help the seventh Prince speak.

As for the eight princesses, they are pure in heart and even want to be married by the emperor. Feng light Yang in the bottom of my heart sneer. Nanzhao mission came to visit, the emperor only eight princesses, and the candidates for the natural did not have to choose.

"Why are you here? Have you done what I asked you to do? " Feng Qinnan's face suddenly became extremely cold, no longer a little love.

Feng Qingyang lowered her head in indignation. Since childhood, fengqinnan has been very strict with him. In private, she has never given herself a good face. He was very puzzled, he and Feng Mo Miao are the same father's son, why the father so eccentric. He just thought that he had done something wrong and angered Feng Qinnan. Feng light Yang sneers, he tries to do everything best, in the end is not in vain for others to do wedding dress. He this father, in the eye only Feng Mo Miao, once had him a cent, really eccentric ground fierce.

"It's all done." Feng Qingyang salutes with her hand. Marquis Anning is a hard nut to crack. Fortunately, the seventh Prince has sent someone to collect some of his dishonesty in his early years. Most of the badminton army has also been controlled by the seventh prince. If the emperor really gives any orders, these are the means for the seventh prince to protect his life.

Feng Qinnan is worried. He waves Feng Qingyang to step back, walks slowly to the table and stares at the big word "Sha" above. At this point, Fengfu has no way back. Nowadays, the emperor is afraid of Fengfu and ready to move. If the third prince or the crown prince is really allowed to ascend the throne, the third prince and the crown prince both have the help of their mother's family. If his Phoenix House maintains neutrality in the struggle to seize the throne, it will inevitably make the new emperor resent.

However, if the Fengfu explicitly stands in the camp of the crown prince or the third prince, he will always be an outsider, not equal to the mother family of the prince, and will certainly be weakened in the future. Only the seventh prince, whose mother family was weak, could not be favored by the emperor. Only when the sword was on the side of the front, could he have a place in Fengfu in the future. Fengqinnan painfully closed her eyes and opened them again, showing a sharp light.

At this time, in Yuehe temple, three miles away from Dadu, Fengsu stood in a pavilion in the bamboo forest. Hearing the footsteps behind, Feng Su turned around and said with a smile, "here you are."

As soon as the voice fell, the man suddenly stepped forward and held her in his arms, almost tying her whole body. Feng Su Leng for a while, the bottom of my heart thoughts complex, slowly stretch out a hand, ring his body, slowly way: "you this is how?"

There was a very gentle look in the dark eyes of Lian Gong Jin. He slowly released her and released a hand to take off the veil on her face. He looked at her with a gloomy look and suddenly bowed his head. Feng Su watched his delicate face expand in front of her eyes. Suddenly, her lips were blocked. The cold, warm and even rough kisses moved from her lips to her cheeks, nose, eyelashes, and finally stopped at her ears.

"Girl, just come back." Even palace brocade seems to have many words to say, export but two or three. Feng Su's heart seemed to be hit hard by a sledgehammer, one after another. She leaned slowly in his arms and closed her eyes as if exhausted.

Lian Gong Jin's slender fingers moved to her cheek, and her face suddenly changed. Feng Su sighed tone, lift Mou to go up his dark eye Mou, light voice way: "don't see, frighten a person."

I thought I could hide it from him, but I forgot that he taught me how to change face. Feng Su felt that the thin layer of cicada like mask on her face was slowly uncovered. Her body suddenly shook uncontrollably, fluttering like a butterfly frozen in autumn.

Even the action on the palace brocade hand immediately stopped, the finger instantly clenched. Feng Su noticed something, eyes suddenly moved to his palm, suddenly exclaimed: "you are crazy!"

She forced open his palm, looked at the inside of the bloody look, immediately from the cuff to take out the sore medicine, is about to apply for him. Even palace brocade suddenly a embrace her head, ignore her low hum, bend over in her ear sigh a: "wench, you should be the most cherish appearance.". I will certainly find a doctor to cure your face. If most of the Royal doctors can't cure your face, I will find all the doctors in the world to cure you. If it can't be cured, I'll scratch all the beautiful women's faces at the end of the day and kill all the doctors in the world to bury you. "

"Good." Feng Su answered with a dull voice, and suddenly said with a smile, "but you are so beautiful. You are more beautiful than a woman. If my face can't be cured, you will be the number one beauty in the world."

Lian Gong Jin looked at her and raised her hand to cover her eyes. Feng Su didn't have time to open her mouth. She heard the sharp sound of the sword, and a warm liquid splashed on her cheek. Feng Su's heart was startled, and quickly grabbed his palm. Even the palace brocade a press her into the bosom, single hand from her palm will the gold sores medicine take out, dumb voice way: "wench, don't see."The wound on his face was deep and long, extending from his left eye to his lower jaw. Feng Su could hardly speak. Lian Gong Jin's face became paler and paler, just like the paper man in the memorial hall. Feng Su looked at him, eyes desperately blinked, suddenly spit out a breath, a bite in his right face, ambiguous mouth: "this is good-looking."

As she said this, her tears trickled down his neckline. Even the temple brocade doesn't care to nod: "well, so symmetrical some, really good-looking."

Feng Su couldn't help laughing. Lian Gong Jin stroked her back for a while. Feng Su suddenly raised his head, looked at his bright red lips and bit them. Even the temple brocade immediately squints double eyes, the broad palm grasps her waist, have once didn't once ground to pinch.

There was a gust of wind in the forest, and the curtain around the pavilion was blown up. Feng Su closed her eyes to bear the missing, anger and repressed desire of the people in front of her. Lian Gong Jin's body is always cold, but it's so hot at the moment. She can't help but hum softly, like a musical charm, and the wind is whispering.

Everything seemed like a dream, which exhausted her whole energy, even her soul. Feng Su seems to hear Lian Gong Jin's low voice. The scar on his face looks terrible. Her thoughts drifted away a little, and seemed to stay in the same place, staying on Lian Gong brocade. I don't know when the powder on the cuff came out. When Feng Su opened her eyes, she just saw Lian Gong Jin's face. The scars seemed to divide his beauty into two parts, which was soul stirring.

Feng Su put the sealed envelope on the stone table, barefoot, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on her body one by one. She looked back at Lian Gongjin, sighed and turned away.