Love in Xuancheng

Before Feng moye could speak, Shen Xingyue continued: "in fact, you already know everything about the palace, don't you? You chose Feng Liuqing, so he has to die if he doesn't die?"

Feng moye, with a smile in his eyebrows and eyes, seemed to be listening to Shen Xingyue's interesting story. He raised his hand and gently rubbed Shen Xingyue's head, "my little princess is so smart."

Admit it? Did he admit it? Shen Xingyue was surprised.

"Ten one sword, isn't the death of imperial concubine Xuan also your pen?" Shen Xingyue narrowed her eyes and looked at the geology and asked whether the wind was evil.

If you change the memory impression, it will make sense!

Imperial concubine Xuan was not old at that time and was still in favor. How could she suddenly be killed by the Emperor himself? After his death, the emperor regretted inexplicably and always blamed himself for his fault. He was sorry for imperial concubine Xuan. His guilt deepened day by day and became an obsession, so that he doubled his love for imperial concubine Xuan and tasted Feng moye. As a result, he spoiled Feng moye.

"Damn her!" Feng moye's tone suddenly became cold.

"Er... Why? You were insulted by her?" the words were out, and it was impossible to take them back. Shen Xingyue knew she was wrong and interrupted with a smile. "Husband, is your face like fengliuqing or your own?"

Feng moye doesn't know Shen Xingyue's mind. She knows her mistake and why bother.

"If she offended the king, she should die!" Feng moye explained softly. "Your husband's face is naturally his own. Madam, do you have any questions?"

offend? He won't really be molested by imperial concubine Xuan, will he?

Shen Xingyue looked at Feng moye with a strange expression. Staring at it for a long time, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "yes."

Feng moye moved his body, leaned on the armrest along the couch, bent his arms, supported his head and lay on his side. He looked leisurely and quietly at Shen Xingyue, who was leaning back on his legs, as if he was waiting for her to ask questions.

"Can you extract other people's memories? That's why you pretended to be Feng Liuqing's life-saving benefactor and asked him to willingly offer them?" after thinking quietly for a long time, Shen Xingyue frowned and suddenly asked.

She won't feel strange, surprised or difficult to understand what Feng moye will do, because it's Feng moye who is like a demon! It's a powerful and evil wind! It's hard to understand what he won't do!

Therefore, what puzzles Shen Xingyue is only the purpose of Feng moye, that's all!

"Reluctantly, I can't help him!" Feng moye closed his eyes, and his voice sounded lazy and tired, as if he was on the edge of sleeping. After a short pause, he added faintly, "taking a breath is just to take his heart blood. Only living blood is useful!"

When Shen Xingyue heard the speech, his chaotic mind suddenly became clear, and everything was connected in order: Feng moye wanted an identity. Concubine Xuan was so dead that she bumped into her own, which not only hurt herself but also her son. Which Prince's brother killing sect should the man in black be? Feng moye took people's heart and blood, drew people's memory, and moved his magic face into the imperial palace. She became the 11th prince in a righteous way, Then with memory, change the memory impression of all familiar people into their original appearance, so it is logical and imperceptible to successfully and perfectly change the beam and column.

However, how can an unpopular Prince be so willful and reckless as Feng moye?