Xiangmen Concubine: The Emperor's Abandoned Concubine

Chapter 94 Talk
There is no serious problem with the body, although the essence is injured, but if it is well taken care of, there should be no problem.

Suddenly, I remembered what Feng Changxi said about Feng Jiuyou already knowing that she was Qingyin. Since Feng Jiuyou knew that she was Qingyin, why didn't he attack her when he was in Jiuyou Palace?
Ruan Mianmian was puzzled by this question.

Based on the grievances between him and Feng Jiuyou, either you die or I die.Feng Jiuyou already knew her identity at that time, but didn't kill her?
After she was poisoned, he actually agreed with Feng Changxi to take her away?
The brows slowly tightened, Feng Jiuyou, what is he paying attention to?
In the past three days, Ruan Mianmian was calmer than before the eve of her wedding with Feng Jiuyou last time.Not much joy, not much fear.

She thought that she might never marry again in this life, and no one would marry a woman like her.It's just that God really seemed to favor her and let her meet Feng Changxi.

In the three days before the big wedding, Ruan Mianmian's heart was unusually calm.That day, at the moment when Shizi Mansion Nanjun Wang left to go to rest, she could clearly see the flash of regret in his eyes.

How could it be possible not to care about it, really how could it be possible not to care about it?
A trace of sourness rose from the bottom of my heart. When Feng Changxi married her, did he really fall in love with her as he said, or was it because of something else?
At this time, if she went to the palace to find Emperor Feng Zhao to regret the marriage, Emperor Feng Zhao would definitely kill her without hesitation, right?Feng Changxi always said that if you cooperate with him to act well, then let's act well.

The past three days have been particularly quiet, except that Lian'er ran out from time to time to prepare for this and that.But on the second day when the original painting came over, there was no need to prepare anything. Lian'er was free only after Shi Zi had prepared everything.

On the third day, the small courtyard was crowded with those bright red dowries.Looking at the dowries, Ruan Mianmian's expression remained calm.

During these three days, people from the Prime Minister's Mansion would come every day.Although the door was rejected every time, the spirit of perseverance is especially commendable.

Ruan Mianmian and Lian'er sat in the small courtyard, reading a book and wandering around.The matter of dispatching people all fell to the guards sent by Feng Changxi, Ruan Mianmian was happy and quiet.

I haven't seen Feng Changxi in the past three days, and according to the rules, brides and husbands cannot meet before their big wedding. Although Feng Changxi is worried about what is going on with Ruan Mianmian, he can only bear it.

It was night, and Feng Changxi of Shizi's residence was standing by the window of the study, his eyebrows frowned slightly.Yuan Hua stood aside and said in a low voice: "My son, nothing will happen. Since the emperor has agreed to the prince's marriage, he will definitely not go back on his word."

Feng Changxi naturally believed in his father's ability, but he always felt a little uneasy in his heart.After taking a look at the original painting, he asked lightly, "Has everything been arranged over there? Has the dark space increased again?"

The original painting nodded: "Except for the five secret seats left by you, Shizi, the Shizi Mansion is still here, and the rest have been transferred to the small courtyard."

Feng Changxi nodded, stared at the night with frowned eyebrows for a while, then turned around and sat down at the desk.A servant's voice came from outside the door: "My lord!"

Yuan Hua was slightly taken aback, and quickly walked to the door to open it.

When Nanjun Wang Fenglin saw his son, there was a smile on his brows: "Changxi, why haven't you rested yet?"

"Huh?" Feng Linchang looked at Feng Changxi slightly in surprise, and Feng Changxi looked back at him with some doubts.

At the same time, he got up and looked at Feng Linchang with a smile: "Father, it's so late, why are you here?"

Feng Linchang didn't answer, but looked at his son with uneasiness between his brows and said: "Changxi, it is said that people are happy on happy occasions, and you are going to get married tomorrow. Why can't this king see it? Are you happy?"

Feng Changxi was startled for a moment, and said with a smile, "Where? Father was joking, and Changxi is happy right now, so he can't sleep."

Nanjun Wang Fenglin's mouth twitched slightly, and his face showed a look of "I can't sleep like this before I return my wife, and if I go out to do something someday in the future, it's fine."

Feng Changxi looked slightly embarrassed, and walked to Nanjun King with a light smile: "Father, the night is very cold, you have traveled so long, why don't you take a good rest?"

The king of Nanjun looked at his son's study and said casually: "You also know that the night is very cold, and the light in this study is always on. How can you tell me to sleep?"

The original painting is a bit puzzled, the prince's bedroom is far away from the study, and even if all the trees in the yard are cut down, there are still several corridors and pavilions blocking it.

Feng Changxi understood, and said with a smile on his face: "Father, Changxi knows his mistake."

The king of Nanjun gave a soft "Yes", expressing his satisfaction with Feng Changxi's answer.Looking at the original painting again, the original painting retreated out very tactfully, and at the same time closed the door of the study.

The study room became quiet, Nanjun Wang walked around the study room a few times, walked to the main seat in front of the desk and sat down.

Feng Changxi looked at his father's expression, chose a chair that was closer, and sat down.

The king of Nanjun glanced at his son, the light in his eyes was a bit complicated: "Changxi, tell father, do you really want to marry Ruan Mianmian?"

Feng Changxi's expression was gentle, with a bit of a smile in his eyes: "Your father is wrong to ask like this. If you don't really want to marry her, why would you let your father travel thousands of miles to ask the emperor to marry her?"

Nanjun Wang looked at him quietly, with a look of scrutiny in his eyes.Looking back and forth on him, she said slowly after a while, "Tell me that she is Qingyin."

Feng Changxi nodded, with a respectful and calm expression: "Yes, Changxi is sure."

Nanjun Wang raised the corner of his mouth: "The first time I see her, I can be sure. But, Chang Xi, her identity"

"Now she is no longer the Fourth Miss of the Prime Minister's Mansion, nor Princess Jiuyou. She is just Mu Mianmian. Even if she has a soft voice, I will try my best to protect her." Feng Changxi's voice was gentle and pleasant, with determination.

The king of Nanjun looked at him and didn't speak for a while.His eyes became sharp at this moment, even if he looked at his son, it was like looking at an enemy on the battlefield.

"The voice of the secret door is soft, the emperor has a decree, death must be done!"

The hand in the sleeve robe trembled slightly, Feng Changxi looked at Nanjun Wang: "Is it Feng Jiuyou's meaning?"

Looking at Wen Run's son with a cold face, Nanjun Wang frowned: "Don't mention that child Jiuyou, that child..."

"Father, since the emperor has granted the marriage, he naturally agreed to this marriage." Feng Changxi said: "As soon as tomorrow, Mianmian will be from our Nanjun. As long as she becomes a Nanjun, Qingyin's identity , may not have to die!"

A complex light flashed across the eyes of King Nanjun, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he quickly let go.As long as she becomes a member of Nanjun, Qingyin doesn't necessarily have to die.

Looking at the frowning and silent father, Feng Changxi said slowly: "Father, when you and the emperor were in the imperial study, the emperor has already sent two of the four hidden seats around you to the Shizifu."

Nanjun Wang slightly raised his eyebrows, and said in surprise: "There is such a thing?"

Feng Changxi looked at King Nanjun with some amusement, and said in a low voice: "Father, you can guess what Changxi is thinking, why doesn't Changxi understand what you mean?"

The wrinkles at the corners of the eyes deepened a little because of Feng Changxi's words, and the King of Nanjun showed an inscrutable smile: "Do you really understand?"

Feng Changxi smiled and said, "Changxi naturally understands!"

(End of this chapter)