Feng Liuyun's pupils shrank, and he moved quickly, reaching out his hand to stop her.
The simple blindfold method failed, and Feng Liuyun appeared in front of Yun Hanqing.
"You can't stop me."
Yun Hanqing's appearance is still as weak and timid as before, but his eyes no longer have a look of dependence.
Her desire to die for love is real and very firm.
Infinite thoughts surged in Feng Liuyun's heart, and his eyes were full of unwillingness. At this moment, he finally understood the reason why he kept having the idea of getting close to her.
He understood feelings and tasted the taste of love and joy, but he did not get corresponding feedback. A love was full of bitterness and no joy as imagined.
Even so, Feng Liuyun was unwilling to let go of this emotion.
"You are not allowed to die."
His voice was no longer calm.
Yun Hanqing lowered his head and did not look at him. His stubborn posture showed his attitude.
"You don't care about your own life, but what about the other people in the house, especially the little maid who has been following you. There are also people who care about you, don't you care too?"
To Yun Hanqing, other people are not important.
She is virtuous and virtuous, taking care of the backyard and treating the servants in the house kindly, just so that her husband can have less to worry about.
Now that she is gone, what does the people in the palace have to do with her.
As for the bell language, she had already planned it. She never regarded her as her maid, she was her sister.
After marrying into the prince's palace, Yun Hanqing canceled Ling Yu's contract of prostitution.
After learning that the prince died in battle, she thought a lot on the way back to the palace. The first thing she did after returning to the main courtyard and changing into mourning clothes was to write a letter and arrange the bell.
Ling Yu is now a good citizen and has left enough money for her. After leaving the palace, there is room for her to survive.
She can live a good life and doesn't need to worry about herself.
As for the people who care about her, apart from Ling Yu and her husband, there is no one in the world who cares about her.
Her father had ignored her for more than ten years, and her stepmother wanted to suppress her into the dust. Only her husband could seek justice for her after she got married.
She wants her mother's dowry that was secretly hidden by her stepmother back, and asks them to treat her with respect, go out to banquets to support her, and no one dares to say they look down on her secretly.
The more he thought about Duan Xuanyi's kindness, the sadder Yun Hanqing's heart became, and the more he wanted to go to hell with him.
"Since you love Prince Xuan so much, won't you take care of his only heir?"
What's the meaning?
Heir?
Yun Hanqing's mind was in chaos.
"Concubine Liu in the backyard is pregnant, and she has been pregnant for seven or eight months now. If the father and the aunt die together, the child may not survive."
Concubine Liu?
Yun Hanqing had some impressions of her. Although he had never seen this person before, her sense of existence was not weak.
The most favored person in the palace's backyard was this person, but the prince remembered not to overstep the bounds of the princess. He was afraid of being arrogant because of others' favor, so he had many restrictions on her and never allowed her to come in front of Yun Hanqing.
If she was told that she was pregnant, Yun Hanqing would believe it.
She gained some strength to survive, put aside the wind and clouds, and called her servants:
"Go and ask the doctor to check Concubine Liu's pulse. If there is anything unusual, report it to me immediately."
The servant came back quickly, with joy on his face.
Sure enough, Concubine Liu was seven and a half months pregnant.
With a queen in the palace, the servants in the palace will have some confidence and don't have to worry about it being ruined soon.
"I'm pregnant..."
After shooing the servant away, Yun Hanqing murmured these words, with an expression that couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad.
But she knew that no matter what she thought, the child in Concubine Liu's belly would be kept.
Her current situation is that having relatives is worse than having no relatives, and she has no close friends. How can she support such a big family?
At the funeral, Yun Hanqing was able to show his face and curse at those who had ill intentions, because he thought that he would accompany the prince to death anyway, and being barefoot was not afraid of wearing shoes, so he acted boldly.
But now, the days are still long, there is still a weakness, and the title of princess is empty, how can I protect the prince's only heir from growing up safely until he inherits the palace?
If the palace had no heirs, it would be much easier for outsiders to seek benefits from it. Would they make a simple thing complicated? Think about it and you know it's impossible.
The next days will definitely not be too peaceful.
Yun Hanqing's eyes were a little dim, and sadness climbed onto his face.
"What are you worried about, Princess?"
A man's voice suddenly sounded in the quiet mourning hall. Yun Hanqing was startled, and then he remembered that there was another person here.
"nothing.
She wanted to say this, but her eyes lit up when she remembered his identity.
If Feng Liuyun and the national master of Linyue Kingdom are willing to support the palace, then these ambitious people will definitely not dare to do anything.
But how to make him willing to come forward is a very difficult problem.
But before Yun Hanqing could speak, Feng Liuyun seemed to have anticipated her thoughts in advance and said proactively:
"Want me to help? Yes."
There is never a free lunch in the world. Feng Liuyun taught her this truth.
Yun Hanqing raised her eyes, clutched the corners of her clothes tightly with her lowered hands, and asked with a trembling voice:
"what do you want?"
Feng Liuyun took a few steps, stepped forward to hug Yun Hanqing, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Look at us, we look good together, don't we?"
He was talking about their clothes.
The corners of the snow-white clothes are put together, overlapping and intertwined, like lovers who are in harmony with each other, lingering and intimate.
Feng Liuyun is used to wearing light-colored plain clothes, but today's outfit looks more like the white snow of Cangshan Mountain that has not melted for thousands of years, clean and white.
The clothes Yun Hanqing wore were also snow-white, but she was wearing mourning clothes for her husband! ! !
For a moment, Yun Hanqing felt that what he said was extremely ridiculous and terrifying.
Does the snow-white mourning clothes that represent the bereaved husband match another man?
Yun Hanqing tried his best to control himself not to show his anger, and changed the topic back with a forced smile:
"National Preceptor, you haven't said yet what I need to pay if I want to seek your protection for the palace."
"I want you."
This time Feng Liuyun didn't say anything else with unclear meaning, and stated his intention directly.
Yun Hanqing thought that he still wanted to be with her like they were in Longwen Mountain. Although she was a little reluctant in her eyes, she was still ready to nod in agreement.
"What I want is to be a real husband and wife with you. Now I can allow you to stay in the palace and take care of Prince Xuan's heirs. When he gets married in twenty years, you can leave with me."
Feng Liuyun added another sentence, which shocked Yun Hanqing.
How could she agree? This is ridiculous.
"I can stay in Linyue for the past twenty years. If you have any problems in the palace, you can come to me. I will ensure that the status of the palace will not be reduced. The palace that Prince Xuan and Guan will take over will be a palace with intact status and noble status."
There was both a longing for protection and a hidden threat in the words. The combination of kindness and power made Yun Hanqing unable to say the word "no" in her mouth.
"I promise."
Yun Hanqing lowered his head, but agreed to this incredible request.
Feng Liuyun's eyes flashed with joy, he bent down, picked up Yun Hanqing and walked to the inner room behind the mourning hall.
"What are you doing?!!"
Yun Hanqing exclaimed.
"Do what a real couple should do."
Yun Hanqing was stunned, looking up at Feng Liuyun.
The raging desire in his eyes clearly told her that his words meant exactly what she thought.
