Otherwise, who knows what trouble will happen in a while.
Feng Qiuhua was slightly relieved when he saw that He Lanyin did not hold Feng Runsheng accountable, but he still stared at Sang Ning and secretly hated him.
Sure enough, she was a demon queen, and she almost killed her younger brother. We must find a way to get rid of her.
Feng Qiuhua was thinking like this...
He Lanyin did not answer, but looked at Sang Ning with questioning eyes.
After Sanning noticed it, he waved his hand lazily: "Let's go, this is enough."
"Enough for one visit?" Helan was confused and didn't understand what it meant.
Only then did Sanning realize that the ancient times he was still in the book were not modern times.
She actually spoke English subconsciously just now. Fortunately, there were no other time travellers, otherwise she would have been betrayed.
"Sister, brother, help you."
Sang Qi looked at the chaotic scene and was easily calmed down by Sang Ning in just a few strokes. He was very impressed in his heart.
This is different from my younger sister. How much hardship did you have to endure over the years to develop this ability to be fearless in the face of danger?
Yes, Sang Qi felt sorry for his sister again and let her put her little hand on his furry cloak.
Sang Ning felt the soft warmth under her hands, and her heart felt warm. She secretly sighed that it was great to have her brother's love.
Lu Zhi supported San Ning on the other side and whispered in her ear, praising: "Empress, you were so handsome just now. Even His Majesty was stunned by you. You are worthy of being the Empress."
"Hahaha..." Sang Ning couldn't help but laugh loudly when he heard the little crybaby's praise.
While listening, He Lanyin turned his head slightly, wanting to hear what they were talking about and why they were so happy.
As for Feng Runsheng, when He Lanyin ignored him and was about to leave with Sang Ning, he immediately caught up with him and said, "Don't run away. Let's challenge him."
Feng Qiuhua was scared to death when he saw it. He quickly went up and covered his mouth: "You don't want your life?"
"Shut up, do you want the Feng family to be buried with you?"
After hearing what his sister said, Feng Runsheng became calmer and more at ease.
...
After everyone left, Jingchen, who had been standing in front of the hall, had a complicated expression.
"Is this enough?"
Jingchen imitated Sang Ning's tone and said something, and then his green eyes gradually brightened as if he had confirmed something.
"That's right, it's her."
Jingchen had guessed before that this empress had the same name as a girl he knew in his previous life.
He was still wondering if there was any connection between the two, or if it was just a coincidence.
Now it seems that although her appearance has changed, all aspects of her personality are exactly the same as that sister.
Thinking of her, even though Jingchen currently has profound attainments in Buddhism, his state of mind is different from that in his previous life.
But he was still moved, with tears in his eyes.
"Amitabha."
How difficult is it for her to be such a weak child in such troubled times?
It is such a dangerous identity. As a modern person, she has to integrate ancient life, navigate the dangerous place of the palace, and face those men who love her in name but are actually selfish.
Jingchen didn't dare to think about it anymore, he was too heartbroken.
If possible, he would be more willing to bear all this for her.
It was okay if I didn’t know before, but now I know it.
Jingchen put his whole heart and soul into Sang Ning and wished he could be with her all the time.
"Clean the dust."
Suddenly, the master's voice came from behind.
Jingchen slowly turned around and looked at the master with his hands clasped together: "Master."
"The wedding day of His Majesty and His Majesty is set for the second day of the next month. There are still ten days left. I have agreed to help my Majesty recite sutras and recite Buddha's name. Tomorrow you can go on my journey for me."
Master Ci'en held the shining Buddha beads in his hand and spoke eloquently.
When he heard chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name for Sang Ning, Jingchen felt happy in his heart.
"yes."
Jingchen bowed his head and agreed.
Ci'en was most satisfied and at ease with this disciple, and left after seeing him agree.
He has become a monk and has no distracting thoughts with her, it is just a friendship from the previous life.
Even if he liked her, he didn't dare to hope, let alone think about it.
Just like in the previous life, it is enough to give her more support and companionship.
It was nice that he could see her.
...
The Hall of Nourishing Heart.
He Lanyin was sitting on the dragon chair, and Sang Ning was sitting beside him. He said coldly to Feng Runsheng who was kneeling below him: "You will be grounded for a month, do you have anything to say?"
"Why don't you thank your Majesty?"
When Feng Qiuhua heard that He Lanyin was given a lighter punishment, he immediately got happy and pushed Feng Runsheng.
Feng Runsheng looked indifferent. Whether he was punished or not, it was difficult for him to see Sang Ning.
Staring at Sang Ning beside He Lanyin, Feng Runsheng shook his head: "I have nothing to say."
"Then stand down."
He Lanyin waved his hand, indicating that he and Feng Qiuhua could leave.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
When Feng Qiuhua saw that his brother didn't say anything, he thanked him for him, then pulled him away.
But without pulling, Feng Runsheng's feet seemed to be stuck to the floor.
Facing Sanning, his eyes were wild.
He Lanyin hated this kind of look. He secretly glanced at Sang Ning next to him and found that she was playing with the snowball in her arms, which Sang Qi had just sent.
Xue Tuan was even lazier than San Ning. He was entangled in her arms, his furry tail swaying rhythmically from side to side.
The hair as white as snow glowed slowly.
Seeing that she didn't pay attention to Feng Runsheng, He Lanyin dared to go his own way, cleared his throat and said, "I asked you to step back, didn't you hear?"
"You still don't dare to fight me. In the end, you still use your status as emperor to suppress me. Are you afraid that you can't compete with me? Or have you been emperor for a long time and have lost your edge?"
Feng Runsheng just tilted his head and stared at Helan Yin who was sitting on the dragon throne and said in a deep voice.
! ! !
Feng Qiuhua covered his mouth and signaled him to stop talking.
Unexpectedly, Feng Runsheng pushed her away and sneered crazily: "Haha, look at it, you can see clearly, this is the emperor we respect so much. To be honest, he is not a man!"
He Lanyin's eyes were burning with anger, he pulled out Shang Fang's sword, stood up from the dragon chair, and rushed down with the sword without saying a word.
Sang Ning on the side was stunned. What is going on?
The two of them, who were at peace with each other just now, are now fighting each other with their swords after practicing cat-stroking skills on their own?
"Okay, that's right He Lanyin!"
Feng Runsheng has a death wish. Either he will die here today or he will take Sang Ning away.
There is no second way, the second way is too painful for him.
Life is worse than death, so why bother?
"Do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"
He Lanyin shouted angrily, raised his sword and stabbed Feng Runsheng.
"Pfft!"
Feng Runsheng did not dodge and resisted the sword forcefully.
The sword was very sharp and penetrated Feng Runsheng's chest easily.
The clothes were wet, and soon a red patch appeared around the sword.
Feng Runsheng gritted his teeth and said: "You are the king, let me give you a sword."
"good very good."
He Lanyin has tolerated him for a long time, and now he doesn't want to tolerate him anymore.
"Chen Jin, give him the sword!"
He Lanyin ordered.
