Quick wear: the heroine was robbed by the sick villain

Chapter 649 The Demon Concubine Confused the Country (73)

"And let the Queen Mother eat all the meat that Zhuang Shaoqing cuts off."

Empress Dowager Liang stared in amazement, eating the flesh of her parents and children... Daji Yaofei, nothing more than that!

Do not……

Empress Dowager Liang shook her head frantically. She struggled to climb over, but was dragged away by two young eunuchs.

What is the heart-piercing pain and despair, Queen Mother Liang has experienced it thoroughly today.

She suddenly remembered Feng Mianmian's warning that day...

Perhaps... no possibility, there is only a life-and-death blood feud between her and Feng Qing.

It's just that if she was willing to live a good life with the first emperor back then, she wasn't so strong, and she didn't want to be fooled by power...

Empress Dowager Liang wailed silently with her bloody mouth open.

However, it's too late!

Everything today is just a feng shui turn.

Why on earth did she end up in this situation?
Feng Qing stood in the center of the imperial study room, and said lightly: "Aren't you coming out yet?"

A middle-aged man in a yellow Taoist robe came out from behind the screen with an extremely complicated expression.

Feng Qing glanced at him, a mocking smile curled up on her thin lips, "Why? Do you sympathize with her now?"

The Taoist-robed man, that is, Emperor Qingming shook his head, his brows and eyes showed a little compassion due to his years of cultivation, "I just didn't expect that she would care about someone so much."

But he was also a son, Emperor Qingming was with Empress Dowager Liang, but it might not be as important as a flower in her palace.

Feng Qing didn't sympathize with him, and just watched the play casually, "Then you can blame your father for being the first emperor."

Emperor Qingming: "..."

He turned his head to look at the tall and imposing man in red in front of him, and looked at his eyebrows and eyes, which were very similar to those of his beloved. The difference was that Lian'er's eyes were always soft, while he only had an icy stern look. .

Emperor Qingming's mood became more complicated.

In front of the emperor, Feng Qing sat on the dragon chair without any scruples, and said calmly: "Put away your so-called guilt, I have never been the same as my kind and weak mother."

Emperor Qingming smiled wryly: "Yes, you are different from us."

Feng Qing sneered: "Otherwise? Are you as useless as you?"

Emperor Qingming: "..."

Feng Qing was a little impatient, "If you're fine, go back to your Taoist temple."

Emperor Qingming sighed, "Don't worry, I just came back to end the last grudge for Lian'er, not to come back to sit on this dragon chair."

Feng Qing satirized mercilessly, "You think you can sit if you want?"

Emperor Qingming: "..."

It's Lian'er's child, why doesn't it look like her at all?
It's just that Emperor Qingming owed a lot to this child.

All these years, he has been thinking that he was wrong when he took him into the palace and made him look like this.

In the future, how would he explain to Lian Er?

Feng Qing said indifferently, "What are you afraid of? Your lover is much more important than Ben Gong's son."

Emperor Qingming: "..."

"Don't say that, your mother loves you very much."

Feng Qing waved her hand indifferently, and took out an empty edict, "Come here, write an edict to pass on the throne."

"The imperial decree?"

It's not that Emperor Qingming is still nostalgic for the throne, now he only wants to pray for his Lian'er, pray for her well-being in the next life, and pray for them to meet again
However, Emperor Qingming said: "Although you have a very high prestige in the court and the public, no one can compete with you, but if you want to become the throne, you still need a suitable opportunity after all. It is better to maintain the status quo and wait a few years."

Feng Qing glanced at him, "Who said I'm going to ascend the throne?"

Emperor Qingming was stunned for a moment, "Could it be that you want to support the young prince?"

This is not a wise move!
Feng Qing's thin lips curled up slightly, and her brows and eyes softened suddenly, "I want to support a person to the throne, but it's not the prince, but the princess."

Emperor Qingming almost lost his grip on the imperial brush, "What did you say?"

At this time, Wang De walked in and presented a letter to Feng Qing: "Master, it is from your Highness."

Feng Qing, who had been lazily sitting on the dragon chair, straightened up in an instant, took the letter almost carefully, and gently opened it.

The letter paper was unfolded, there were no sweet words in it, only six portraits, all of him.

There is a picture of him sitting high on the dragon chair, there is a picture of him lying down and looking out of the window, and there is a picture of him opening the car curtain and looking down at her when they first met...

The last one was him kissing her on the tree, there were no mountains of corpses and seas of blood, only the tenderness in his eyes and the nostalgia in her eyes.

The girl also playfully circled the two of them with a heart.

There is not a word expressing "missing" in the six paintings, but the characters in the paintings are full of her longing and affection for him.

Feng Qing's eyes were focused on the painting, and the smile on the corners of her lips became more and more intense. It was not the cold and heartless smile when facing the Queen Mother Liang and others, but full of tenderness and tenderness.

Seeing this, Emperor Qingming was a little stunned.

This was the first time he saw this child showing a human tenderness, there was no doubt that he must have missed the master who delivered the letter to the bottom of his heart.

Emperor Qingming thought of Wang De's "Little Highness"...

He knew that Feng Qing raised his daughter who was living outside the palace by his side, and seemed to love her very much.

However, Emperor Qingming's expression was a little indescribable, "You, you, that child Qinghuang?"

Feng Qing gently brushed the little girl in the painting with her fingers, then slowly put the painting back into the envelope, and carefully kept it in her arms.

He looked at Emperor Qingming indifferently, "She is mine."

Emperor Qingming: "..."

He took a deep breath, "You are her elder."

Feng Qing: "Which kind of elder is this palace?"

After all, he and Mian Mian are actually of the same generation, if it weren't for the grievances and grievances, their identities would be a match made in heaven.

Fortunately, they didn't miss any of the goings and turns.

"But you..."

"Old Taoist priest, you don't really think that I am your concubine, do you?"

"……I do not have!"

"That's it."

"But your identities?"

"Who cares?"

Emperor Qingming: "..."

It really didn't, and no one dared to.

But, "After all, Qinghuang has reached her age, is she willing to leave the palace and stay with you in the palace for the rest of her life?"

In this day and age, if it is not a last resort, which woman is willing not to marry for life?
Suddenly, Emperor Qingming seemed to understand something, and was shocked: "You want to promote Qinghuang as empress?"

In this way, wouldn't it be logical for her to stay in the palace?

Emperor Qingming frowned, "Ah Qing, you are messing around!"

"Can you guarantee that Qinghuang will treat you as before when she becomes a queen? Are you not afraid that she will treat you as a stepping stone?"

How terrible the temptation of power is, just look at the madness of Queen Mother Liang.

Feng Qing said indifferently: "So what? Even if she really wants this life of this palace, this palace will give it willingly."

(End of this chapter)