"Do you think, Your Majesty, I can take Yunding Mountain?" Leng Wushuang smiled mysteriously.
The ten floors of Yunding Mountain are unthinkable.
Feng Qingge felt that Emperor Song Ming would be like a god again, but Emperor Song Ming might not think Leng Wushuang could win Yunding Mountain.
Immediately he said: "Your Majesty may not be 100% sure if you are asked to go."
Leng Wushuang smiled and said: "But if you send me as the vanguard, you can leave room for the powerful master Wen Lingyan."
"How do you know that Emperor Song Ming will definitely send out powerful experts?"
"Who do you think has taken over Yunding Mountain? Your Majesty can trust him? Is it me or the third prince?"
"I'm afraid I won't worry."
Leng Wushuang nodded and said: "That's right, he can't trust the Third Prince, nor can he trust you. The only people he can trust are his group of internal guards."
He added: "Your Majesty originally asked the third prince to go, but the third prince knew that he could not conquer Yunding Mountain by himself without external force. Besides, no matter who conquers Yunding Mountain, the rights will eventually return to your majesty."
Feng Qingge was a little confused: "Since Your Majesty knows this, why does he have to send you to conquer Yunding Mountain?"
"Your Majesty knows that I have entered the innate realm, so it would be safer if I was used to lead the charge."
When Feng Qingge heard this, she naturally understood that His Majesty was just letting Leng Wushuang busy and become someone else's wedding dress.
"Your Majesty's actions only chill people's hearts."
Leng Wushuang sneered: "Is Your Majesty still afraid of chilling people's hearts?"
Yes, when Leng Tushuang brought 10,000 Leng family troops to the border between China and North Korea, it grew to 50,000. Instead of giving Leng Wushuang more military power, he promoted and demoted Leng Wushuang's official position. .
Among the children, Emperor Song Ming always said that he was most optimistic about Song Jingrong. Whether he was really optimistic about Song Jingrong or to appease the Nangong family who had an army of 300,000 people, only Emperor Song Ming himself knew.
"When are you going to set off?" Feng Qingge asked.
Leng Wushuang pinched her chin directly and kissed her lips. He tightened his hold on Feng Qingge's waist: "When does Ge'er want me to leave?"
Facing Leng Wushuang's words, "Then I want you not to leave."
Leng Wushuang's entire expression changed with those light words. He raised the corners of his lips, pinched Feng Qingge's chin and kissed her again.
Feng Qingge's eyes widened, feeling scared and a little expectant in her heart.
This is still the imperial palace, only a few steps away from the East Palace.
In the dim alley, there were two elongated figures.
Leng Wushuang smelled her lips, and his voice was vague and hoarse: "I'm afraid that's not possible."
"Hmm~"
Perhaps because she was afraid of pedestrians passing by, Feng Qingge's body was tense and she couldn't let go.
Leng Wushuang gently held her waist with one hand, and the other hand seemed to be rubbing her inside.
After a long time, Leng Wushuang let her go. His voice was low and beautiful: "I'm leaving. Just wait until I come back."
Feng Qingge leaned softly against Leng Wushuang, her eyes were like a pool of spring water, extremely intoxicating, the rouge on her lips was eaten to pieces by him, the corners of her mouth were a little dizzy, the traces of being loved were too obvious .
"Um."
She responded softly, scratching Leng Wushuang's heart like a kitten.
Leng Wushuang couldn't help but kiss her again.
It wasn't until the rouge on her lips was gone that Leng Wushuang was satisfied and put Feng Qingge down.
"Since you agreed, just wait for me." After seeing Feng Qingge leave and nod, Leng Wushuang strode away with satisfaction.
As soon as Feng Qingge walked out of the alley, she saw Song Jingrong's cannibalistic eyes. She didn't know how long Song Jingrong had been looking at him, and she didn't know what Song Jingrong would do.
As soon as she took a step, Song Jingrong grabbed her wrist and said in a deep voice: "You are wearing the crown of a princess on your head."
After hearing Song Jingrong's reminder, Feng Qingge did not panic as when she was first discovered. Instead, she calmly said, "What does Your Highness want to say?"
Song Jingrong's eyes were gray and his voice was cold: "My little Ge'er, you are so disobedient."
He pulled Feng Qingge to his chest and pulled away her gauze.
"No, no, Song Jingrong, you promised me!" Feng Qingge struggled in panic, looking at Song Jingrong in horror.
The more she struggled, the more excited Song Jingrong's expression became, arousing the beast in his heart.
He lowered his head and sealed her lips.
Feng Qingge gritted her teeth and refused to let Song Jingrong's tongue enter.
She was so frightened that she tried hard to break away from Rong Jingrong, but found that Song Jingrong blocked her even tighter.
The more fierce the resistance, the more intense the desire to conquer was aroused in Song Jingrong's heart, and he used a little more force on his hands for no reason.
When the tears on Feng Qingge's face continued to wet the back of his hands, Song Jingrong gradually calmed down and let go of Feng Qingge's hand.
Snapped--!
Feng Qingge slapped Song Jingrong backhand, turned around and left.
Song Jingrong looked at Feng Qingge's leaving figure and wiped the corners of his mouth.
When Feng Qingge returned to the East Palace in a state of embarrassment, Cuizhu immediately realized that something was wrong with her: "Young master, what's going on?"
"do not tell anyone."
After Feng Qingge said this, she returned to the house.
Cuizhu could only feel anxious when she saw Feng Qingge's expression.
Feng Qingge cried non-stop when she returned to the room.
But she knew that this was just her vulnerability at this moment. She knew that she could not show her vulnerability to others, and she could only swallow all the pain by herself.
She knew that once what happened today spreads out, neither her grandfather nor her uncle would let her take revenge.
Yes, she chose Emperor Song Ming's asylum conditions more because she wanted to get closer to the truth about her mother's death, but obviously this path was not easy for her.
All the evidence points to the possibility that Emperor Song Ming was involved in this matter.
Feng Qingge thought of her father in Yungui and sneered.
That night, Feng Qingge personally watched Leng Wushuang leave outside the city. The midnight drum sounded just at this time. She listened silently for a while while riding on her horse, staring at the dimly lit palace in the distance in the darkness.
After a long time, Feng Qingge said: "Let's go!"
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Yungui is the territory of King Zhao. Feng Qingge did not take anyone else with her except Cuizhu and Qingshu when she went out this time.
This was also a huge risk. Feng Qingge didn't arrive at Yungui territory until early the next morning.
After three days of traveling, she just wanted to wash away the fatigue from her body.
When Feng Qingge finished washing and wanted to go downstairs to have a meal, she saw a group of people sitting downstairs. The leader of the group was an imposing man with a cold look in his eyes.
When he saw Feng Qingge coming downstairs, he bowed and saluted: "Your Royal Highness, I am the eldest son of the Zhao Palace - Zhao Lianchen."
"Prince Zhao." Feng Qingge nodded and looked Zhao Lianchen up and down. His eyes were deep and bright, like bright stars, the bridge of his nose was straight, and his lip lines were elegant, showing an extraordinary temperament.
If she hadn't known that his father was King Zhao, Feng Qingge wouldn't have been able to see how Zhao Lianchen looked like King Zhao. If he had to say that he looked like him, it would be that his eyebrows were exactly the same as those of King Zhao.
"I wonder why the Crown Princess came to my Yungui Institute?" Zhao Lianchen asked.
"I came to visit my father."
It is true that Feng Qingge was a little more sensitive when she appeared in Yungui at this time, but after all, there was a reason why her father was demoted to this point.
But few people didn't know that she and Feng Nantian were at odds.
As soon as Feng Qingge finished speaking, Zhao Lianchen almost laughed out loud. Before he saw Feng Qingge, he had heard his father describe Feng Qingge. She was indeed a peerless beauty, but she didn't seem to be very smart.
"Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess wants to see her father so much, why doesn't she stay in Feng Mansion and come to the inn instead?"
Feng Qingge could tell that Zhao Lianchen was ridiculing her, but she didn't care much. She smiled lightly and changed the subject directly: "I heard that my father is in Yunnan and Guizhou, and he receives more 'care' from King Zhao?"
The word "care" was deliberately emphasized by Feng Qingge. Zhao Lianchen was not a fool, and he could naturally hear the implication of Feng Qingge's words. He just smiled and replied: "I heard that your father and the Crown Princess have a good relationship, so naturally they have to take extra care of them." '."
Before coming here, Feng Qingge heard that his father was having a hard time in Yungui. Especially after she supported the third prince with her actions, his father's life became even worse.
Just when the atmosphere was about to become tense, someone came to report: "Princess, Master Feng wants you to go home."
