Chapter 343 The God of War’s Methods

"Although he was named the prince, it was just a snipe and a clam competing for the fisherman's profit. In terms of talent, he is not as good as the fifth prince. In terms of reputation, he is not as good as the eldest prince. He has not been able to secure the position of prince in the past three years. Naturally, he needs more More brothers will support you!" Feng Qingchen said lightly, looking at Long Yule evilly, "We especially need a brother like you who is absolutely impossible to compete with him for the crown prince position and who also has a gap with the fifth prince!"

Long Yule lowered his eyes and attached himself to the prince. It was not that he had never thought about it, but he had always been at odds with Lao Ba. In the final analysis, he couldn't stand his usual style...

Feng Qingchen sneered.

Long Yule quickly raised his eyes to look at him: "Why does Young Master Feng smile like this?"

"I was laughing at you for living a difficult life and having to worry about your dignity!" Feng Qingchen said softly.

As soon as these words came out, Long Yule's face turned pale.

An Yi quickly pulled Feng Qingchen up and said, "Third Prince, I'm really sorry. My husband drank too much. I will take him away now!"

An Yi pulled Feng Qingchen and hurried out.

Anyway, this show of affection was almost enough, and Long Yu was almost tortured. Feng Qingchen let An Yi drag her out of the town government office.

It started to rain outside, and Feng Qingchen took an umbrella from the yamen guard.

"The third prince is not favored and has a hard time in that cold palace, but he is kind-hearted, gentle and kind. Why do you irritate him so much?" An Yi stared at him coldly and asked, "He did something that I'm sorry for you. Something?"

Feng Qingchen didn't say anything, just held the umbrella in his hand and slowly moved towards her half of the body.

An Yi didn't appreciate it and just stared at him, "Tell me, why do you treat the third prince like this?"

"What I'm telling you is the truth, and it's a fact he himself knows. If you don't have ambition in the palace that eats people, you won't be able to survive at all!" Feng Qingchen turned around to face her, the rain pattered. dripping on one of his sleeves, some distant memories pouring in like rain, similar to a thin embroidery needle, carrying silk thread, slowly shuttled through the punctures on both sides of the scroll, one point, one needle, one touch, It's all in front of you.

The children who were abused and beaten by the palace servants, the moldy food, the companions who died tragically...

Feng Qingchen suddenly turned around and walked forward.

The umbrella was immediately taken away, and fine raindrops hit her head. An Yi quickly got under his umbrella and couldn't help but hold his arm.

Feng Qingchen walked with an expressionless face. An Yi had short legs and feet and couldn't keep up, so she had to press her body tightly against him.

On the small building behind him, Long Yule looked at the figures of the two people clinging to each other under the paper umbrella. Suddenly he felt as if there was a mist of water passing through his body, and the hazy shadow of the person in his heart was faint. But the loneliness and melancholy are profound and boundless.

It seemed like he missed it again!

Back at the hospital, Feng Qingchen never gave An Yi a good look.

An Yi thought carefully about Feng Qingchen's words. Maybe he was right. He said that for the third prince's benefit. It was her kindness as a woman!

Ge Lian'er went to the market today and bought some fresh and tender mushrooms. An Yi washed and chopped them, put fresh meat on them and made small wontons. Then she boiled a pot of chicken soup and made chicken soup wontons. Finally, she sprinkled green onions and sesame seeds on Feng. Qing Chen took it in.

Feng Qingchen seemed to be painting, but when he saw her coming in, he put it away as usual.

"Are you drawing Mei Ge?" An Yi asked, looking at his nervous expression.

Feng Qingchen frowned, why was he painting Mei Ge?