From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 589
Huang Yiqing didn't know how she got out of Weiyang Palace, she just felt that she came out out of nowhere, until the north wind howled past, she shivered and slowly recovered.

Looking back, Weiyang Palace is already far behind her, and looking around, Lu Lan is following behind her, other than that, there is only an unusually desolate garden left...

Feng Junran is not here!
Huang Yiqing breathed a sigh of relief, and when she realized it, her legs gave way and she fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Lu Lan hurriedly stepped forward to help him up: "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Huang Yiqing's eyes were red, and for some reason, tears just fell down like this.

Why did Feng Junran come back?Amnesia, but the human nature has not changed, still the same ruthless!

Huang Yiqing waved her hand: "Ai's family is fine, let's go back!"

Huang Yiqing looked very weak after experiencing a thrill, most of her body was pressed on Lu Lan's body, her face was pale and weak.

Lu Lan knew that her master was frightened by the emperor, so she could only sigh and helped her to Hongyuan.

When she arrived at the gate of the garden, she saw her son standing outside the palace gate with a dignified expression, constantly directing something. Huang Yiqing was startled, and hurriedly walked forward, looked inside the gate, and immediately took a breath. In a fit of anger, his already pale face became more and more purple.

The well-endowed garden is now full of corpses. They are all the corpses of those who brought them to Weiyang Palace by themselves just now. All their heads are in different places, their eyeballs are protruding, and blood is splashed all over the ground. The color of the soil can no longer be seen. It is obvious that the people who Feng Junran ordered to execute were killed here...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Huang Yiqing couldn't stand it anymore, she screamed, Feng Yiran was taken aback for a moment, and when she turned around, she found that the queen was by her side, he couldn't help frowning, cursing secretly.

Feng Junran, you are really ruthless!To actually bring people here for execution, this is simply deceiving people too much, too much deception! !
"Ah!!!" Huang Yiqing was still screaming, the tip of her nose was filled with the smell of blood. The corpse showed various postures, as if they were saying: "Help the Empress Dowager, help the Empress Dowager!"

"Ah! Get them all away, get them all away! Son, Aijia doesn't want to see these things, don't want to see them!"

Huang Yiqing burst into tears, holding her head in her arms and tears streaming down her face. After a while, she couldn't hold back anymore and vomited.

"Queen Mother, Queen Mother!"

The hands in the sleeves were clenched into fists, Feng Yiran's eyes were red because of anger, looking back, the eerie hell-like scene here, isn't it the lesson Feng Junran taught him? !
But he, Feng Yiran, was not frightened!
"Lu Lan, take care of the queen mother!"

After finishing speaking, he stood up straight, walked into the yard, pushed away the guards who were busy cleaning up here, ignored the blood on the ground, reached out to pick up a corpse, and threw it out of Hongyuan.

"It takes a stick of incense to clean up this place. If this king notices something wrong, your fate will be the same as this!"

Feng Yiran roared, and the trembling little eunuchs who were hiding in the room came out tremblingly resisting the urge of nausea, and helped clean up the corpse together.

Brother Dahuang, you are ruthless!You are cruel enough!

Feng Yiran took a deep breath, thinking to herself, it seems that his plan is about to change again!

Tsk, damn it!Damn it! ! !

In Weiyang Palace, the two dumplings were on Father Huang's body, Feng Yuxie hugged the little rabbit, and asked softly: "Father Emperor, Father Emperor, what is the name of this rabbit?"

Feng Junran softened his eyes, and reached out to touch his daughter's little head: "Xiaoxiao, it's called Xiaoxiao."

The little guy blinked his big eyes, glanced at his mother, and when he saw his mother blushed slightly and looked away, Feng Yuxie broke away from his father's embrace and ran to his mother's arms, sending the rabbit over.

"My queen, it's called Xiaoxiao, it's a real rabbit, my queen's name is Xiaoxiao, and my queen's a fake rabbit!" After finishing speaking, the little guy couldn't help but giggled, with Ye Xiaoxiao's unique innocence in his laughter.

Feng Junran couldn't help stretching his brows: "Your mother's queen is also a real rabbit, a refined rabbit!"

Fen Baozi couldn't help giggling, cheerful like a silver bell.

Just as he was talking, the door was suddenly pushed open. Six-year-old Feng Yuyan rushed in. Seeing the still stern man sitting on the small couch, his big eyes turned red, and he knelt down at the man's feet with a plop. Weeping: "Father, why did you come back?"

The little bun pouted, with a look of grievance on his face, Feng Junran smiled faintly, like a spring flower blooming.

"Father and queen avenged mother, can Yu Yan do her part?"

Roubaozi nodded, and counted on his fingers: "I can now share the worries for my mother, and I even scolded those ministers who bullied my mother..."

Roubaozi counted little by little, but he heard the man say: "It's no use just scolding, you have to be cruel, so that they will stop thinking about it!"

The cold words, with strong strength, made Roubaozi's expression shudder, and said respectfully: "My son, remember it!"

The man stared at Xiao Baozi's dignified expression, and his slender eyes flickered slightly. For some reason, he subconsciously reached out and rubbed Baozi's forehead, feeling a little familiar in his heart.

He always felt that he seemed to have seen this child somewhere, and everything here made him feel extremely familiar, even though he couldn't remember anything, and he didn't feel that he had been here before.

Maybe, he is really Feng Junran?

Just like the book said, this is just a dream of God?

In the past, Zhuang Zhou's dream was a butterfly, and the butterfly was so vivid. Didn't he know that Zhou's dream was a butterfly and a butterfly's dream was Zhou Yu?

So who is he?If it's Feng Junran, why doesn't he remember all of this?If not, why did all this make him feel very familiar, and the desk full of bastards was almost exactly the same as the one on the letter in his arms...

Feng Junran frowned slightly, thinking made his head ache, and in an instant, everything went away, whether it was Xiaoxiao or these children, or this palace, they all drifted farther and farther away. What remains is the sea of ​​flowers all over the sky, the wisteria in full bloom, the gorgeous world of clouds and clouds, and a small, giggling and laughing figure.

If you are sober, you only sit in front of the flowers; when you are drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers.I hope that I will die of old age and spend wine, and I don't want to bow before the chariots and horses...

Feng Junran suddenly smiled, whether he was dreaming or waking up, maybe he would never be able to live without this gorgeous sea of ​​flowers in his life.

(End of this chapter)