The poisonous concubine

Chapter 395 Take the sheep by hand [13]

Feng Duwu's sudden move completely restricted Fan Qiong, and overwhelmed Fan Qiong again in terms of identity.Of course, depending on his identity, Fan Qiong would rather offend Feng Duwu than Yan Ye, but the bad thing is that Yan Ye once ordered Fan Qiong not to reveal his identity.As a result, Fan Qiong had no choice but to have the Tianyin Purple Epiphyllum bloom much longer than the Rakshasa Purple Epiphyllum, so Fan Qiong could only send someone to ask Yan Ye immediately.

After Yan Ye heard the servant's report, the corners of Yan Ye's lips overflowed with a smile, which made the moonlight even paler: "Let Fan Qiong tell them that I want Tianyin Zitan."

Tianyin Zitan is something he has worked so hard to raise for many years. Even though it is not extremely important, but he has kept it by his side for so long, it is inevitable that he has some affection. How could he let Tianyin Zitan just lose it like this, unless he sent it People or he doesn't want it, and no one else can figure out what he has.

"Yes." The servant felt as if he had been pardoned, and he was almost grateful.

Retired and left, already walked out of the villa, but heard that blurred voice coming from the air: "If that girl wants to follow, let Fan Qiong bring her."

The servant's words reached Fan Qiong's ears, and Fan Qiong's hanging heart finally came to fruition.He stood up and cupped his hands to the people present: "Everyone, I'm really sorry. There is a noble person in the mansion who came to ask for this Tianyin Zitan. The nobleman's status is extremely honorable. Tan offers."

Fan Qiong's words were very technical, it was obvious that Yan Ye used his own things to fool everyone, but Fan Qiong said at this time that Yan Ye came for the purple epiphyllum, and there was no intention of fooling at all.

When everyone heard this, they all believed Fan Qiong. After all, they had already tried, and they couldn't take Tianyin Zitan down. , there is no need to deceive them, so when everyone heard that there was a nobleman in the Fan family, and that the respect in Fan Qiong's tone did not seem to be fake, and they did not dare to offend them rashly, they all agreed.

Feng Duwu still opened her innocent eyes: "My lord? Is it more noble than this lady?"

A drop of cold sweat dripped from the back of Fan Qiong's head. This eldest lady really didn't know what modesty was, but she didn't dare to offend Feng Duwu, so she whispered: "Miss Luo, that nobleman is from Shang San San."

These words are very tactful, but as long as everyone who listens knows that one is from Canaan and the other is from Shangtian, the high and low are obvious, and if it is a smart person, they should retreat in spite of difficulties.

But isn't Feng Duwu just a not-so-intelligent Miss Jiao now, so she glanced at Fan Qiong: "I don't believe it."

Fan Qiong thought that Yan Ye had ordered to see Feng Duwu, so she smiled and said: "If Miss Luo doesn't believe it, how about going to meet the nobleman along with Fan Mou?"

"Just go, is this lady afraid?" Feng Duwu raised her chest and raised her chin.

"Miss Luo, please." Fan Qiong spread his hands out of the way.

Naturally, Feng Duwu was going to see Yan Ye, and she wanted to go as another person to see if Yan Ye had any other tricks.

Standing in front of the villa, Feng Duwu muttered carelessly: "Why is it here?"

When Fan Qiong heard it, she pretended she hadn't heard it. She lifted her robe and knelt down: "Emperor, I bring Miss Luo to see you."

"Let her bring the purple epiphyllum in." Yan Ye's voice was a little loose, coming in the night, as cold as if covered with moonlight

"Miss Luo, Emperor Zun wants to see you." Fan Qiong took the purple epiphyllum from his younger brother and handed it to Feng Duwu.

Feng Duwu accepted it unceremoniously, but walked slowly into the door that was slowly opened in the night wind.Yan Ye was not in the yard, Feng Duwu walked slowly into the peach blossom forest in the backyard by virtue of her perception.

The peach blossoms in the night are covered with the coolness of the moonlight, enchanting in the cold.

The man in the red dress, like fire and blood, stood tall and straight among the flying flowers in the sky, illuminating the dark night in an instant, and his beauty was suffocating.

But Feng Duwu walked to Yan Ye's side with curious bright eyes, tilted her head and looked at him: "Do I want to salute you?"

Her voice is as crisp as a yellow warbler, so pure and clean, just like her eyes.

Yan Ye held a faint smile: "What do you think?"

"You are Emperor Tianhua, right?" Feng Duwu blinked her clever eyes.

"How do you know?" Yan Ye had never spoken to a child so patiently.

In the eyes of Yan Ye, who is several hundred years old, Feng Duwu is just a child, a child who can't be smaller, so cute and smart, one can't help holding it in his palm and doting on it.

"I've heard that Emperor Tianhua has arrived in Cangyun, and Fan Qiong called you Emperor, then you must be an emperor. In the whole nine days, there is an emperor who knows that Emperor Tianhua is here. If you don't kneel down first and follow him Waiter, you dare to come here to ask for things blatantly, isn't this slapping Emperor Tianhua in the face? May I ask, who else would dare besides Emperor Tianhua himself?" Feng Duwu analyzed very straightforwardly.

"Hehe..." Yan Ye laughed out loud, his eyes were clear and gentle looking at Feng Duwu, "So, in your eyes, this deity is such a domineering person?"

"It's not a matter of domineering or not." Feng Duwu pouted.

"What's the problem?" Yan Ye raised his eyebrows and asked.

"It's a matter of strength and respect." Feng Duwu snorted softly, "If I stand above the Nine Heavens one day, people who disapprove of me and whose strength is not much worse than me will not take me seriously. It will also be angry, because it is disrespectful to me and contemptuous of my strength."

"You want to go to Jiuchongtian?" Yan Ye's words came out very naturally, "How about I take you to Jiuchongtian?"

After finishing speaking, Yan Ye himself was stunned. In his hundreds of years of life, he had been proud of the Nine Heavens and stood on the top of the Three Heavens for more than 200 years. Before today, there was only one person he wanted to take to the Nine Heavens, and that one would rather The girl who risked her life and didn't want to be by his side, but this girl in front of her was obviously not at all similar to her, she had only met twice, and she had only said so few words, but he just looked at her and wanted to satisfy all her thoughts and wishes.

"No." Feng Duwu replied decisively.

Yan Ye raised his eyebrows, and said with some surprise: "Your Yuan Zong, the talent is indeed excellent, do you know how old I was Yuan Zong?"

"16 years old." Feng Duwu said casually.

She thought that if Yanye asked this question, he must be younger than her to become Yuanzong.

"You know a lot about this deity." Feng Duwu was right.

But Feng Duwu didn't know that Yan Ye was imprisoned after he became Yuan Zong. Anyone who knew how old Yan Ye became Yuan Zong didn't dare to mention this again, because that was the beginning of Yan Ye's downfall.

But Feng Duwu said it, but Yan Ye didn't care at all, but asked: "Do you know, how old is this deity to become the emperor?"

(End of this chapter)