Love in Xuancheng

Feng moye put down his wine glass, stood up and went to the hall, bowed his hands and saluted, "father, my son and minister have something urgent to deal with, so I'll leave first. I hope father will forgive me!"

The emperor's face turned black again.

"Step back!"

The angry drink frightened everyone in the hall. Although he wanted to continue gossip, his life was more important. Therefore, he withdrew in an instant.

"Don't you want to say something?" the emperor pressed his anger and asked as gently as possible.

"Nothing to say!" Feng moye raised his eyes, his cold eyes straight to the fire burning eyes of God, looking indifferent and alienated.

"Hum! Mole ant's son, you are very happy!"

"Yes, happy!"

The cheerful and relaxed tone and the enthusiasm and softness in his eyes were like a cold sharp blade, which made the emperor's heart beat sluggishly. For a moment, his heart, liver and lungs seemed to be twisted together.

"You -" the emperor was so angry that he couldn't even breathe.

"If you have nothing to do with your father, your children and ministers will leave." Feng moye will lift his feet and leave.

"Stop! You don't want to know why I want to deprive you of your crown prince at this time?"

"Don't want to!" Feng moye's head didn't turn back, and he walked so far that he took Jue's decision with his back.

No? Not at all? I don't believe it! If he is a man, he will always be curious. Isn't he a man? It's just a dead duck with a hard mouth! Emperor darkness.

"Really don't want to? Are you really willing to be a prince?"

Feng moye stopped, paused and turned slowly, "Lord? Take it back if you want! I don't want it! I just want to be an ordinary person and live an ordinary life."

"Oh, by the way, don't always tell me to enter the palace if you have nothing to do in the future. I hate this place very much!"

Then he turned and left.

Looking at the back of Feng moye, the emperor was so angry that his teeth were shaking that he got up, kicked the table in front of him, and left the hall angrily.

The reception banquet began with great fanfare, and the ice and fire separated unhappily.

Yulan Hall

"Lan'er, what do you think I should do? For a woman, he has been depressed for thousands of years. I indulged him and gave him time to forget. I hope he can cheer up and come back..."

"Now, he has come back, and his accomplishments and will are much better than before, but... But he... He moved again and brought back a woman from the lower world."

"I know, I'm not a good father. He always treats me as an enemy because of you and Yan'er. That's his heart knot, but anyway, I'm also his biological father. How can he... How can he be willing to be a son of ants in the lower world...! is it really wrong that I forced him to grow up? If I don't, can he really live to this day?"

"Although I have nine sons, I have only Yan'er and shang'er with you. Now there is only shang'er. What should I do with him, Lan'er? Wake up and teach me..."

"The emperor should not be sentimental. Shang'er is stubborn by nature. I don't want shang'er to go my old way, and he must never go my old way again. I don't allow it, and I'm reluctant to give up. This road is really... Too painful, too bitter, too difficult... I can't give up..."

There was no noise in the hall except the emperor's low choking voice.

A woman with more beauty than fairy jade bone and snow skin lies quietly in the soul gathering array, so beautiful that people forget to breathe.