The Reborn Wife Returns

Chapter 162 The Tampered Love Letter (1)
After hearing this, the queen sneered a few times, what the emperor said was high-sounding.If Gong Qinglan hadn't come to look for her that day, and if she hadn't gotten the words out of that maidservant's mouth, she really thought he was taking care of the overall situation.

On the same day, he secretly summoned his father and discussed it all afternoon, then went to Ninghe Hall to visit the curtain painting.

The curtain painting is not seriously injured, the inner court is all the empress's people, the attack is extremely light, but they still have to put on a show, lying on the bed and unable to get out of the bed.

Seeing the queen coming, tears fell down, and she sobbed and said: "Mother, I don't want to bear it anymore. It must be that bitch Gong Qinglan who seduced the fourth brother and let the fourth brother harm me like this." She couldn't imagine Come out, who else is against her?Pulling the Queen's sleeve, she said, "Queen Mother, Qian'er just said a few words for me in the hall, and she took Qian'er's life. Instead, she framed me and suffered such a big crime, how could she be reconciled? "

The empress lovingly wiped away the tears on the screen painting, and comforted her: "For the time being, you can't do anything to her. When your imperial brother sits in that position, the empress mother will depend on you how you want to vent your anger."

"Empress, are you afraid of Fengming? Even her own daughter has been wronged, and she dare not seek justice, and defend her in every possible way. This empress can't compare to a pariah!" hatred.Tolerate!Tolerate!Tolerate!How long do you have to endure? "Wait for the emperor to sit on the throne? If you are as tolerant as you are, I am afraid that the emperor will end up like me!"

The queen's face was gloomy, and she sneered: "You are capable and capable, so you can deal with her yourself! Why should you end up in such a situation?" After finishing speaking, she walked away.

Mu Hua screamed, smashed the things together, and said with ferocious eyes: "Gong Qinglan, if you don't die, it will be hard to get rid of the hatred in my heart!" whispered a few times in his ear.

Gong Qinglan smiled when she got the news.The emperor's action so quickly is due to Feng Ming's credit.Now that the emperor and the empress are fighting, they are temporarily unable to extend their arms to Yanbei.He wouldn't be so tired, would he?

Feng Ming saw her staring at the crabapple flowers on the window sill in a daze, his eyes darkened, and with a movement of his fingertips, he broke a flower and twirled it in the palm of his hand. "Why do you want to deal with Shuifu?"

Gong Qinglan stared at his jade-white palm, the bright red begonia, and said with a smile: "I never had any enmity with Shui Qianqian. In order to please Prince Rui, she made things difficult for me. Afterwards, she was squeezed out and resented me for provoking her. Originally, he exchanged things from Qi Qianwan for the crabapple pendant and golden hairpin, but he didn't intend to let me go. Why should I be soft-hearted?" His eyes swept over a maid on duty outside the yard.

"Well, are you going to ask the emperor to promote Shui Yao again tomorrow?" Feng Ming closed his palms together and opened them, and the crabapple flowers fell to the ground in ruins.

"You can let people let out the news that the imperial physician has diagnosed that Concubine Shui is pregnant with the prince, and the emperor values ​​it very much!" Gong Qinglan laughed, and since it is not intense enough now, let's add more fire.In this way, the queen will not be in the mood for people to stare at her!

The corners of Feng Ming's mouth turned upward, while admiring her, he felt a little disappointed.She made such calculations only for the man who was far away in Yanbei.

"Is he worth it?" Suddenly, Feng Ming blurted out.

Gong Qinglan was startled, is it worth it?Naturally it was worth it, how could it be enough to do this for him?Even if you lose your life, it's worth it.

Feng Ming's stomach was full of anger, she didn't answer, but from her expression, she could tell what she was thinking.

"He's not as good as you see." Feng Ming drank a few cups of tea, but he couldn't quell the inexplicable anger in his heart.

"It doesn't matter if he is good or not, as long as he is nice to me!" Gong Qinglan smiled slightly, she was lucky to have him treat him wholeheartedly!
"What is that Qi, you put it in the mansion? She is not allowed to come in the future. If you need her to relieve boredom, you are not allowed to go to the Peony Pavilion again." How could Feng Ming not know what she was thinking? It was because he knew that he was inexplicable. the pain.

"She's a good girl, you can try." Gong Qinglan didn't force him, the relationship was never a matter of one person, she was just helping Qi Qianshang, success or failure depends on luck.

Fengming's amber eyes were slightly dimmed, staring at the pot of crabapple on the window sill.Seriously feel the pain in the bottom of my heart, as if there is a thin knife cutting through it.The fingers gathered in the sleeves clenched into fists, Wu felt the coldness of the tentacles on his chest.He said indifferently, "Don't worry about these things in the future."

Lu Baoer opened the curtain and came in, looked at Gong Qinglan, her eyes were like crescent moons when she smiled, and mysteriously took out a letter from behind, shook it in her hand, and said with a smile: "Young lady, I have a letter from you."

Feng Ming pursed his lips into a line, and suddenly looked at the thin envelope in her hand.A dim light flashed in his eyes, he lowered his eyes, and slowly shook the teacup in his hand.

Gong Qinglan didn't notice the subtle changes in him, all her thoughts were on the letter.Slowly tore it apart, and took out a thin piece of rice paper with a line of poetry written on it.

Picking and reaching, in the cold night——

In Ling Yexi...Gong Qinglan chewed repeatedly, holding the rice paper in both hands, a faint smile bloomed from the corner of his mouth, understanding.Pick Xi Da Xi, in Ling Ye Xi.I don't see you in a day, it's like March.

With Qi Jingfeng's gentle and clear face, his gentle and focused eyes hovered in his mind.As if standing behind her, hugging her waist, sticking to her ear, murmured this love word, and smiled unconsciously.

But in a few words, it is the end of lovesickness.

The empty heart seemed to be filled to the brim with this unexpected letter.

Feng Ming looked at her with eyes like smoke, full of tenderness.There was a faint blush on the white jade-like cheeks, as if rouge had been applied, showing the daughter's shyness.

His gaze narrowed slightly, and he landed on the letter paper.From the handwriting on the back of the paper, the content can be seen vaguely.With a slip of the hand, the golden-yellow tea in the white jade-painted gold teacup dangled on the back of the hand, and he suddenly regained consciousness.

what happened to him?
The strange emotion came and disappeared quickly, and it was too late for him to think about it.There was confusion in the dark eyes.Why do you find it dazzling when you see her yearning for Qi Jingfeng?

Gong Qinglan stuffed the rice paper into the envelope and noticed something inside the envelope.It fell on the palm of the hand with the seal facing down, and a red bean that was as bright as blood and shaped like a beating heart fell on the palm of the hand.

The red beans in the palm, the ultimate red and white, the strong colors impacted her vision, as if something collapsed in her heart.It seemed to be holding his heart, beating in the palm of his hand, burning her.The suppressed thoughts swept in like a tide, and with a thought, he quickly wrote a sentence on the rice paper with a wolf hair.

Your heart is like mine——

Put it in an envelope and hand it to Lu Baoer: "Send it to the post station for me."

"Yes, young mistress." Seeing Gong Qinglan's bright and beautiful face, Lu Baoer vaguely guessed what love words were in the letter.Thieves smiled, and said with a side ear: "Mistress, I heard that many people engraved characters on red beans and wrapped them around their wrists." Blinking, she muttered: "Red beans are born in the southern country, and spring will send out a few branches. Picking, this thing is the most lovesick."

(End of this chapter)