Quick wear: the heroine was robbed by the sick villain

Chapter 650: The demon concubine confuses the country (74)

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

Empress Dowager Liang stared in horror and ate the flesh of her own children... Daji, the demon concubine, could only do this!

Do not……

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

Empress Dowager Liang experienced the heartbreaking pain and despair today.

She suddenly remembered the abundant warning that day...

Maybe... no chance, 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 late emperor, not to be so strong, and not to be obsessed with power...

Empress Dowager Liang opened her mouth full of blood and wailed silently.

However, it's too late!

Everything today is just a matter of change.

Why on earth did she end up like this?

Feng Qing stood in the middle of the imperial study and said calmly: "Aren't you coming out yet?"

A middle-aged man wearing a yellow robe came out from behind the screen with a complicated expression.

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

The man in Taoist robes, Emperor Qingming, shook his head. Because he had practiced Taoism for many years, his eyebrows had some compassion, "I just didn't expect that she would care about someone so much."

And as a son, Emperor Qingming might not be as important to Empress Dowager Liang as a flower in her palace.

Feng Qing didn't sympathize with him and watched the play carelessly, "Then you blame your father for being the late emperor."

Emperor Qingming: "..."

He turned to look at the tall and imposing man in red in front of him, and looked at his facial features that were very similar to those of his beloved. The difference was that Lian'er's eyes were always soft, while he only had a cold and angry 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 and my kind and weak mother have never been the same person."

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

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

Emperor Qingming: "..."

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

Emperor Qingming sighed, "Don't worry, I just came back to settle the final grudges for Lian'er. I didn't come back to sit on this dragon chair."

Feng Qing sarcastically said, "Do you think you can sit down if you want?"

Emperor Qingming: "..."

He is obviously Lian'er's child, but why doesn't he look like her at all?

But Emperor Qingming also owed a lot to this child.

Over the years, he has been thinking, was he wrong when he brought him into the palace and made him like this?

How will he explain to Lian'er when he goes down?

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

Emperor Qingming: "..."

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

Feng Qing waved her hand nonchalantly and took out an empty imperial edict, "Come here and write an imperial edict on passing the throne."

"Imperial decree to pass on the throne?"

It's not that Emperor Qingming still misses the throne. Now he just wants to pray for his Lian'er, pray for her health in the next life, and pray that they can meet again.

However, Emperor Qingming said: "Although your prestige now is extremely high both inside and outside the court and no one can compete with you, but if you want to ascend the throne, you still lack a suitable opportunity. It is better to maintain the status quo and wait for a few more 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 eyebrows suddenly softened, "I want to support someone to rise to power, but it's not a prince, but a princess."

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

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

Feng Qing, who was sitting lazily on the dragon chair, instantly sat upright, took the letter almost carefully, and opened it gently.

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

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

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

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 and the outlines of pen and ink are full of her longing and affection for him.

Feng Qing's eyes were fixed on the painting, and the smile on her lips became thicker and thicker. It was not the cold and ruthless smile when facing Empress Dowager Liang and others, but full of tenderness and affection.

Emperor Qingming was a little stunned when he saw this.

This was the first time that he saw the tender side of a human being in this child. There was no doubt that he must have thought deeply about the owner of the letter.

Emperor Qingming thought of the "little highness" Wang De said...

He knew that Feng Qing kept his daughter who was living outside the palace close to her, and seemed to dote on her very much.

However, Emperor Qingming's face was a little hard to explain, "You, what do you mean to that child Qinghuang?"

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

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

Emperor Qingming: "..."

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

Feng Qing: "Who do you consider me as the elder?"

If you really think about it, he and Mianmian are actually of the same generation. If it weren't for their feuds, their identities would be a perfect match.

Fortunately, they didn't miss any of them while going around.

"But you..."

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

"……I don't!"

"That's it."

"But your identities?"

"Who cares?"

Emperor Qingming: "..."

That is indeed not the case, and no one dares to do so.

However, "Qinghuang has finally reached the age of hair extensions. Is she willing to stay in the palace with you for the rest of her life?"

In this era, if there is no last resort, which woman is willing to remain unmarried for the rest of her life?

Suddenly, Emperor Qingming seemed to understand something and was shocked: "Are you going to praise Qinghuang as the queen?"

So, can she stay in the palace naturally?

Emperor Qingming frowned, "Ah Qing, you are just kidding!"

"Can you guarantee that Qinghuang will treat you the same as before when she becomes Queen? Aren't you afraid that she will use you as a stepping stone?"

How terrible the temptation of power is, just look at the crazy look of Empress Dowager Liang.

Feng Qing said calmly: "So what? She really wants my life, and I am willing to give it to her."

(End of this chapter)