Chapter 351

After returning home, Feng Su immediately wrote a letter and went to Nanzhao. Three days later, the emperor went to the funeral, and the empress invited herself to be buried with her and entered the mausoleum with her coffin. The prince could not stop him and became emperor the next day.

In the dark cell, Feng Su walked down the steps step by step. The sound of firecrackers sounded outside, as if there were festive flower drums. Mo Qiyun heard the movement and moved unconsciously. Before he got close, Feng Su could smell a stench coming from him. Unfortunately, Mo Qiyun could not smell it for a long time. He was not only alive as a living dead man.

Feng Su squatted down slowly, looked at him in front of him, and suddenly laughed: "seven princes, listen, now that the new emperor ascends the throne, it's time for you to close your eyes." Mo Qiyun said two times unconsciously, but he stopped for a moment. Feng Su seemed to murmur to himself: "seven princes, you are planning your whole life. Now this end, at least you have seen the new emperor ascend the throne, and you have fulfilled your wish."

Mo Qiyun also can't speak, dumb voice, unconsciously humming. Feng Su covered her nose and laughed. She got up and left. Her long skirt crossed the ground. Even palace brocade is waiting outside the door, looking at her to come out, lip side peeps out a silk to spoil of smile. Feng Su hands the palm of his hand, and the two leave with each other.

In a trance, there was a fierce cry from the dungeon. Listen carefully, it's still. Feng Su smile, black and white eyes blinked: "that poem white, how do you deal with?"

"She took the place of Bai Rou in the palace, and she cheated her concubine's trust. When the emperor died, she naturally enjoyed the respect of the imperial concubine. Besides, she's pregnant. " Even the temple brocade feels chin, "only afraid she is not willing to stay in the palace, at that time only need to order her to feign death, and then secretly transport out of the palace.". As for her children, they are naturally the descendants of the dragon. They should enjoy the respect of the prince. It's better to ask the emperor to make him a prince. As for the white poem, it will be sent to the fiefdom. "

Feng Su said nothing more. Twenty years ago, Shifu was the largest family in Yinzhou. At that time, the former Emperor had just ascended the throne, and the Treasury was empty. The former Emperor ordered the conscription. Shi Yuebai had only one brother. His father and mother were unwilling to give up and spent a lot of money to bribe the government. But later, the official government was greedy for the property of the poetry office, and even more evil to the poetry mother, so the poetry mother would rather die than follow. Then the Yamen colluded with the officials and told the emperor that Shi Yuebai's brother had an affair with the enemy country, and even defected halfway. Before the emperor did not check, he directly ordered the closure of the poetry house, and his family was destroyed. Shi Yuebai narrowly escaped the disaster and hated the emperor to the bone ever since.

Until liangongjin found her, shiyuebai went into the palace step by step according to liangongjin's instructions and won the emperor's favor. In the end, the hand cuts the enemy. Feng Su felt a little pity in her heart. Even palace brocade looking at her look ethereal, don't feel a smile, chest suddenly severe pain up, a sweet smell on the throat. His complexion changed for a while, forced the blood in the mouth to swallow back, Wu from as if nothing had happened to accompany in Feng Su side.

Feng Su suddenly turned his head, raised his hand and rubbed his head, as if he was tired. Lian Gongjin said immediately: "but tired? I'll take you back to rest. "

His black jade eyes are shining at the moment, and the corner of his lips is a touch of intoxicating smile. Feng Su turned his head to see him, and his clear eyes could almost reflect his appearance. Lian Gongjin's hair was tied up with a white jade crown, and his temples were flying obliquely. He was dressed in a dark cloud brocade robe with gold thread and a pair of high soft cloth Kirin boots. His face was extraordinarily pale, and his red lips could almost bleed. Feng Su's eyes flashed for a moment, and finally opened with a smile: "good."

Standing beside Feng Su, Qing'er hardly dares to look up at her expression. She bowed her head, her head buried deep in her chest. The young lady doesn't know everything. In fact, she has found something wrong with the Lord for a long time. Just, Miss subconsciously ignore the past. The green son thinks of here, subconsciously raised a head to see to connect Temple brocade one eye, the heart is chilly one startle.

That pair of dark eyes without impurities unconsciously caught the figure of Feng su. At the moment, those eyes seem to reflect countless doting treasure, as well as a kind of unclear pain, people can't bear to look directly at. At this time, there is a breeze blowing, Feng Su grinning, white teeth in the sun shining amazing.

Half a month later, Feng Su Wo was in her room, holding a herb in her hand and smelling it at the tip of her nose. Wan Hua Yuan sat by and sighed. The yard outside is almost full of all kinds of herbs. Qing'er is bending over to weed in the yard. Seeing that she is green now and that she must have not slept well for several days, Wan Huayuan pushes away the dried herbs in front of her and says, "it's not a matter for you to hold on like this. Otherwise, I'll steal the herbs from Nanzhao palace for you."

Since these days, Feng Su has been studying for Nanzhao. It's a pity that none of the letters came back. It took Fengfu half a month, but there was no way to prepare the medicine that was in line with the nature of iris. When he said this, Wan Huayuan's expression became very strange for a quarter of an hour. However, Feng Su only looked at the flowers and plants in her hands, as if she didn't hear her words.

At this time, the door was suddenly opened with a bang. Qinger runs in breathlessly. Feng Su frowned unconsciously. Qing'er has always been in line with the rules. What's the reason for her gaffe now. Qing'er raised her eyebrows and said in a loud voice, "Miss, the letter from Princess Nanzhao has arrived."

With that, Qing'er takes out a letter from her arms and gives it to Feng su. Feng Su stands up all of a sudden, the herb in the hand immediately falls to the ground. The brocade box is filled with a bright herbal medicine. Feng Su was so surprised that she suddenly turned back and thrust the herbal medicine into Wan Huayuan's hand with a dignified look: "master, I'll trouble you."Wan Huayuan's look was a little unnatural. She glanced at the letter subconsciously, then forced herself to put away her face and walked out quickly. Feng Su narrowed her eyes and thoughtfully touched the jade bracelet on her wrist.

A moment later, Feng Su put down song Heyuan's letter and sighed. He yuan of Song Dynasty is really bold. She stole the talisman of Nanzhao emperor. If the Nanzhao Emperor didn't find out, it would be fine. If he knew, even though the emperor loved her very much, he would probably peel her off.

Just thinking about it, there was a cry of surprise from outside. Feng Su immediately put down the letter in her hand, pushed the door open, and saw a young man walking slowly to her yard surrounded by a group of eunuchs. Feng Su noticed that he was stiff at this time, and there was a rare anger beating on his always warm face. The bright yellow dragon pattern and cloud pattern make him more and more dignified. Qing'er stands behind Feng su. Her fingers are pinched into her sleeve unconsciously, and her face turns white involuntarily.

At this time, Feng Su suddenly stepped forward and bowed respectfully: "I have seen the emperor." The etiquette is very comprehensive and respectful. I can't pick out any mistakes. Mo Qiyuan looks at her quietly. Today, Feng Su is wearing a lotus colored spruce with water sleeves, revealing the red lotus embroidered skirt on a white background, like a graceful lotus. At the moment, her eyes were cold and secluded, as if they were ancient wells. However, Mo Qiyuan looked carefully, but at the moment she saw a piece of dark green. Although her face was powdered, it still couldn't be covered up. Mo Qiyuan's anger suddenly fell down, and a trace of shame appeared on his handsome face.

Then he seemed to realize that something was wrong and said in a deep voice, "I have something to discuss with Ai Qing. The rest of you, please step down!" Mr. Lin pushed back with people. Even Qing'er and Hong Jin were forced to step back three steps. Feng Su knows what he wants to ask, and goes to the pavilion in the yard with his steps.

The curtains on all sides of the pavilion are rolled up, and the stone stools are cushioned. It's very cool when the wind blows. The heat on Mo Qiyuan's face seemed to dissipate. He looked at Feng Su and said, "what's the matter with the empress, why do you want to do this?"

There was a kind of embarrassment in his expression. He seemed to be afraid to hear Feng Su admit it. However, Feng Su cast her eyes on a blooming lotus in the pond. At this moment, there is wind blowing, and the lotus leaf drives the lotus to swing together. When the wind stops, the lotus also stops gradually, just like a peerless beauty standing there. Feng Su sighed: "emperor, the Empress Dowager is willing to follow the emperor."