The imperial concubine, she murdered with beauty

Chapter 304 If He Didn't Die, It Wasn't Over
In the Sifang Attic, Leng Yunqing looked at the child in front of him who was very similar to her own son, very similar, but she knew that this was not her son.

Even if this face always makes her feel like she is looking at her son right in front of her eyes, and even he will look at her with those innocent and longing eyes, but she will not be mistaken, mother and son are connected, and the mother will not admit her own Children do not recognize other people's children.

Seeing Leng Yun put in, Leng Yunqing hurried over: "How is the situation?"

Leng Yunfang was silent, shaking his head slowly, Leng Yunqing couldn't help but get angry: "Why is there no news at all? Is there something missing?"

Leng Yunfang kept his mouth shut, Leng Yunqing grabbed his hand: "Brother, I can't wait, why don't you go see her, can you go see her, beg her to return the child to me, I'll give you everything It doesn't matter, I just want children."

Leng Yunfang sighed: "Yunqing, have you ever thought that maybe the child is really gone, that person just heard it wrong."

"No, absolutely not!" Leng Yunqing categorically rejected: "My Chen'er must still be alive, I can feel it, he must be waiting for me somewhere."

Leng Yunfang felt that she was crazy, because of the child's madness, Zhao Qin just caught her and used her, but he couldn't pull her back.

"Brother, you go to see Ye Wanwan, I beg you." Leng Yunqing knelt in front of Leng Yunfang with her knees straight, her eyes full of pleading, she loved her son so much, she wanted to find her child too much.

"Brother, I beg you, please help me, save Chen'er, okay? You are Uncle Chen'er, and you watched him grow up with your own eyes"

Leng Yunfang didn't think the child was still alive, but no matter how much he denied it, Leng Yunqing would definitely think that the child was still alive, and it was definitely still in Ye Wanwan's hands.

"Yunqing, Ye Wanwan hates you so much, why did she keep your child?" He still tried to wake her up, but Leng Yunqing had already made up his mind about this matter, so what he said was useless.

"She hates me, so she wants us to part ways. This is all her conspiracy."

There is simply no cure.

"Okay, I'll take you to see her." She didn't cry without seeing the coffin, which made her give up completely.

"Where are you two going?" Zhao Qin was pushed over and looked at the two with a harmless expression.

"Brother Zhao" Leng Yunqing was about to speak when he opened his mouth, but Leng Yun put her behind her and interrupted her: "Qing'er feels a little bored here, I want to take her out for a walk."

Leng Yunqing said anxiously, "Brother Zhao, do you have any news about my son?"

Zhao Qin shook his head, very sorry: "Not yet."

Leng Yunqing was very disappointed: "Then there is no other way, I can only go to Ye Wanwan, no matter what, I must find my Chen'er."

Zhao Qin frowned: "I'm afraid she won't see you."

Leng Yunqing's eyes were firm: "I must see her."

Leng Yunfang couldn't hold Leng Yunqing, but fortunately Zhao Qin didn't stop them and let them leave.

Yin Feng came out from behind, with a blindfold covering his eyes all the way, half of his face with staggered wounds, all of which were left to save Zhao Qin at that time, he walked to the side of Zhao Qin's wheelchair: "Master , just let him go? You're not."

Zhao Qin turned his eyes and looked at the child hiding behind the pillar: "Isn't he still there? Let's make trouble. The bigger the trouble, the more interesting things will be."

Yin Feng didn't understand: "Master, why are we in such a hurry to come back?"

In the last incident, he almost became a crippled person. Zhao Qin was locked in the gate of hell for a while, and he managed to escape with great difficulty. The power in his hand was also beheaded by Yan Chen. He should have recharged his energy. , but Zhao Qin wanted to go back to Beijing.

No matter if you want to take the throne or grab the title of King Jin, you have to take care of yourself, at least stand up first.

"Now that we are weak, how can we be that Yan Chen's opponent?"

Zhao Qin shook his head: "You are wrong, it is precisely now, the best time."

The conspirator never needs too much power, but turns the power of others into chess pieces, and acts as the chess player himself.

The game he sunk with Yan, he didn't die, it didn't end, and now was the time to decide the outcome.

(End of this chapter)