Chapter 1667 A little fairy fell from the sky (32)

  The man in black frowned seeing this.

   "Although the master has ordered you to handle the amorous feelings, you must not leave anything behind."

  Minghu is not a cold palace.

   Nobody walks there.

   Around this Minghu Lake, it is inevitable to meet someone.

  If concubine Hui is teaching people here, if someone sees it, it will be difficult to deal with it.

  Hearing this, Concubine Hui turned her head to look at him for a while.

   Looked at the scenery on the ground again.

   "Oh, kill him, I'm also afraid of getting my hands dirty and bring him into limbo."

  As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black bent down and grabbed him, and his figure quickly disappeared in front of Concubine Hui.

   Three days later.

  The news of the deposed prince Fengqing's death in the cold palace spread throughout the palace.

  The Holy One was furious.

  However, the result of the investigation was that Fengfeng accidentally fell into the well of the cold palace at night and was drowned alive.

   The water well is slippery and trembling, so if you fall into it, you won’t be able to climb up.

  There is no one around the cold palace.

  Even if the prince called for help, no one would be able to hear him.

  The emperor suddenly aged a bit.

  The fourth prince died, and now the style is gone.

  Suddenly, he didn't know what he thought of, and he directly ordered the death of Concubine Shu.

  If it weren't for Concubine Shu's greed, maybe everything wouldn't be what it is now.

  That night, Concubine Shu was sent to the west with a glass of poisoned wine.

  The huge imperial palace is actually desolate, which is a little too much.

  The next day.

  Someone mentioned Feng Su, the abandoned prince, in the court hall.

  The emperor suddenly remembered that he had a son.

   What happened back then has long passed, and he almost forgot about it. This son who has been staying in the Snow Palace for many years does not know if he is still alive.

   After all, he made a decree.

  Whether Feng Su is alive or dead, he is not allowed to report to him.

  In such a man-eating palace, even he has spoken, those servants who step down and climb up, probably won't make Feng Su feel better.

   Now that so many years have passed, he suddenly feels apologetic towards Feng Su.

  He didn't know why, but felt inexplicably apologetic. If Feng Su was still alive, he would invite him out of the Snow Palace, take good care of him and make up for him.

  After thinking about this, he immediately went to the Snow Palace himself.

   At that time, in the Snow Palace.

  Feng Su is helping Yuan Qian draw a portrait.

  His paintings have always been very good. When he writes and inks, her beauty is vivid on the paper.

  Seeing that, just about to end, Yuanqian suddenly changed her expression, she turned her expression back, and looked at Feng Su, "Feng Su, the emperor is here, if you don't want to see him, then..."

   "It's okay, how should I say, he is also my biological father, we must see each other, don't you think?"

  Feng Su had a faint smile on his face, but this smile was aimed at Yuanqian.

   As for the emperor?

  Oh, he really wanted to meet, but he didn't have the leisure to discuss the father-son relationship with him.

  Yuanqian pondered for a while, then nodded, "That's good."

  She turned and entered the space.

  Feng Su has no feelings for the emperor, she is very clear, to be honest, she is afraid that after seeing the emperor, she will lose control of his emotions and make things difficult for herself.

   And she couldn't bear to see him like that.

  For him, the emperor is just another way to remind him of the past, and those pasts are like sharp knives that will stab Feng Su's heart fiercely.

  She didn't want to see Feng Su fall into grief again because of these old events.

  Thinking of this, he sighed helplessly.

  He was a partial student, and Feng Su was stubborn.

  (end of this chapter)