It is said that it is difficult for gods to break an inch of jade, especially for large materials. This rough stone is really too big, and it is even more difficult to judge what is said in it. +++All Tanmei novels: lightnovelpub.net. However, since it is a gambling, it is natural to bet on luck.

The master can tell Brother Dao that as long as he doesn't commit sins, his fortune for the past two years is still quite good!

He has endured not killing his life recently, and he didn't even dare to eat a small fish. It shouldn't affect his fortune!

Feng Yumo was half leaning on the horizontal collapse, and there was an empty soup bowl next to her. There was a trace of medicine in the air. Feng Yumo had already drunk the medicine when she took a bath.

At this moment, he was unwinding his hair in a bun, his black hair leaned like satin, white clothes and black hair, picturesque eyebrows, closed eyes and small ambiguities, such a relaxed posture made Lan Qing'er feel full of time to think.

Lan Qing'er walked gently in front of him, sat down on her knees, looked at the thick eyelashes and the faint thin lips, couldn't help but stretch out her hand to gently paint his face.

Amazing, really amazing.

Holding her hand, Lan Qing'er was startled, and saw Feng Yumo open her eyes, looking at her with clear and watery eyes, Lan Qing'er's face was reddened.

Isn't he asleep?

"Qing'er, are you tired?"

Lan Qinger swallowed with a pleasant voice with a faint magnetic sound: "Uh...not tired."

Feng Yumo smiled faintly: "Qing'er is not tired, but her husband is a little tired. Can Qing'er come up to take a rest with her husband?"

Lan Qing'er blinked, and she couldn't refuse Feng Yumo's life-threatening eyes.

Nodded, Lan Qing'er glanced at the big bed and was about to help Feng Yumo get up. Feng Yumo shook his head and pulled her to her side.

"I will accompany my husband here, and I will go to Qingren Hall later."

The servant told them to go to Qingren Hall in an hour, and Emperor Longfeng set up a celebration banquet, and the emperor and his officials celebrated together.

It stands to reason that they have half an hour to rest.

But the problem is that when attending important occasions, you must dress appropriately. It takes a lot of time to arrange your clothes. In fact, half an hour is not enough.

After all, there is basically no time for Feng Yumo to rest well.

Lan Qing'er was heartbroken. If she had a choice, she didn't want to attend a celebration banquet. Net o

Lie down beside him obediently, with her waist tightly hugging her, Feng Yumo has lost a lot of weight in the past month.

Hey... there is not much time to rest. If he wants to rest, he should lie down.

Just when Lan Qing'er was about to close her eyes, she heard noises coming from outside. What was doubting about Lan Qing'er, she saw a servant hurriedly walking in, waiting to see the two embracing each other. Shocked, turned around and wanted to go out.

"Wait." Lan Qing'er called to him: "What happened outside?"

Seeing Lan Qing'er speaking, the servant leaned over and said, "Go back to the concubine, Master Leng wants to see you. Waiting outside the hall."

Cold star? Why is he here this time?

Lan Qing'er was about to ask Feng Yumo, and when he saw that he was awake, she wanted to get up. He helped him to lie down halfway.

"Let Master Leng come in."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The servant stepped back, and before Leng Xing walked in, he saw that he was wearing a silver armor, what is handsome, but the color of the fox on the eyebrows is incompatible with the armor, which makes people feel funny.

It seems that the "old man cold" is not suitable for this dress.

I saw Leng Xing respectfully bowing to the two of them: "See your Royal Highness, the prince, the concubine, and the concubine."

"No gift," Feng Yumo raised his hand: "Xing, sit down and talk."

Leng Xing shook his head: "No, His Royal Highness, the concubine and concubine, in fact, I just want to notify one thing next time, so I will leave after speaking."

Feng Yumo frowned slightly, what is the hurry of Leng Xing coming again, it seems that there are many things like this: "What's the matter?"

Leng Xing raised his head, if he looked at Lan Qing'er intently, he approached and leaned down and whispered softly: "His Royal Highness, the prince and concubine, I just want to tell you two about the blueprints drawn by the concubine. , I have never told anyone before, and I have not asked the concubine's advice, and I will not say it to anyone. Please rest assured, your Royal Highness and the concubine."

Lan Qing'er blinked, and Leng Xing's words were headless and tailless again, making her puzzled for a while.

"Okay, I remember what Mr. Leng said." Feng Yumo replied, but did not ask in detail.

I saw Leng Xing stepped back and said, "After the next sentence, I will leave first. Neto"

After Leng Xing finished speaking, before the two of them could reply, he turned and left in a hurry.

Looking at Leng Xing's back, Lan Qing'er was puzzled. Feng Yumo just responded. Does Feng Yumo know what Leng Xing meant?

"Husband, do you know what he meant?"

Feng Yumo looked at her and said slowly, "I don't know."

As soon as these words came out, Lan Qing'er frowned, "Since I don't know, how can I easily let him go?"

Feng Yumo smiled and said, "My husband only knows that he is in a hurry. I believe time is tight, so my husband didn't ask too much."

After Feng Yumo said, Lan Qing'er also felt that this was the case. Leng Xing has always been cynical, and it was the first time that Leng Xing came to tell me so nervously. From this point of view, Leng Xing must know something, it's just time. The problem is inconvenient to elaborate.

Is it about the drawing? What is Leng Xing's intention to explain this on purpose?

Suddenly, a woman dressed up came from outside the hall. It was Qin Lan who took a closer look. Seeing Qin Lan, Feng Yumo waved back all the palace ladies in the hall.

I saw Qin Lanchao and the two men said: "Back to your Highness, just now your subordinates inquired and learned that Zhou's cabinet had spoken to your Majesty, saying that the injuries on the body of the second prince were given by His Highness."

Sure enough!

Lan Qing'er gritted her teeth and said bitterly: "This Zhou Chengyuan should have figured out a way to kill him, leaving him here is a curse!"

In contrast to Lan Qing'er's hatred, Feng Yumo had a calm face, and he muttered for a while before he said, "Go on."

"Yes!" Qin Lan replied, "The night before yesterday, the Cabinet of Zhou and His Majesty were discussing matters in the Imperial Study Room. The discussion was about the war between the two countries. According to the guard on duty at the Imperial Study Room that night, his Majesty was furious. It was made for you, the crown prince."

Hearing this, Lan Qing'er gasped, and the lord of the country turned to others again.

If the country lord really believed in Zhou Chengyuan, then Feng Yumo would be extremely dangerous!

Worried in her heart, Lan Qing'er shook Feng Yumo's hand: "Husband, there is nothing wrong with the celebration party? Or is it okay not to participate?"

Feng Yumo shook his head: "My father celebrated my work and cleansed the dust. How to push back his grandeur, even if there is a mystery, I have to go. My husband thinks, even if my father is angry, he shouldn't be unfavorable to my husband at this banquet. If he doesn’t go, my father will be more suspicious of her husband. This banquet is definitely going to be.”

Lan Qing'er frowned, faintly thinking what was wrong, and looked at Qin Lan and said, "Lan, what's the situation with Empress Gao?"

"Returning to the imperial concubine, the second prince was seriously injured, and Empress Gao was waiting by his side. Zhou Chengyuan visited Qianyuan Palace many times. According to his subordinates' estimates, Zhou Chengyuan must have conspired with Empress Gao to put the crown prince to death."

Lan Qing'er's heart was tense, new and old hatred, it seemed that Empress Gao was about to make a big move again.

If Empress Gao conspired with Zhou Chengyuan to be against Feng Yumo, then she would commit a murder!

Those who hurt her and hurt her husband, don't keep them!

"Well, I see, Lan, you can withdraw."

"His Royal Highness!"

Qin Lan disappeared into the hall like a gust of wind, Lan Qing'er's eyes were condensed, as if she had decided something, her fingers pinched the ring pistol, and if it was Queen Gao and the others, she would shoot one at a time!

"Qing'er," seeing the cruel look on her face, Feng Yumo shook her hand: "Promise my husband, if anything goes wrong in the future, you must not act rashly."

"Can't you act rashly?" Lan Qing'er disagreed: "Husband, they have shot at you over and over again, and your majesty has repeatedly turned to outsiders. So far, do you have to give in?"

Feng Yu looked at Lan Qing'er silently for a while: "My husband always believed that even if something really happened, my father would be reluctant to start with my husband. The banquet is not open, and no one can say whether my father will question him or not. Besides, now is not the time to start, Qing'er, listen to her husband's words, if you can't bear it, you will make big plans."

endure……

Lan Qing'er closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her husband told her to endure first, then she endured it!

It all depends on whether something will happen at this celebration banquet.

"Okay, listen to what her husband said," said Lan Qing'er, standing up and walking to the dressing table: "Time is running out, Qing'er must dress up well, lest Empress Gao grabs the handle. "

Feng Yu and Mo Rurou smiled softly, "Qing'er, it's hard for you."

"It's okay, isn't it just being a ninja? It won't trouble me." Lan Qing'er said with a curled mouth.

Three hours later.

The last thing Lan Qinger regrets was that she went to the Queen's celebration dinner!

After her husband was called away, no one has been seen until now!

Then Qin Lan told her angrily that Zhou Chengyuan had taken the person away!

God, conspiracy, everything is conspiracy! This properly is the Hongmen Banquet!

Zhou Chengyuan, as expected, was impatient to wait.

Lan Qing'er took out his portable dagger, slashed down at the iron gate in front of him, and with a'swish', the thick chain of his fingers was cut in half. Lan Qing'er once again admired the weapon made by Leng Xing. Unusual.

Really cut iron like mud.

Pushing the door open, I saw that it was extremely dark inside, with a faint gleam of light, moving toward the light, and from a distance I saw Zhou Chengyuan sitting on an imperial master's chair with guards standing around him.

Husband!

Feeling someone coming, all the guards around Zhou Chengyuan looked at her and drew their swords.

Zhou Chengyuan turned his head slightly and glanced at Lan Qing'er's figure, astonished at what was wrong, but sneered: "Chu Concubine Zhao, are you here? You really want to save your husband."

"Where's my husband!" Lan Qing'er shouted directly without having to talk to Zhou Chengyuan.

"His Royal Highness?" Zhou Chengyuan pointed his hand forward: "His Royal Highness is unwell and is resting. You should go home first. Don't disturb His Highness to rest."

Feng Yumo is resting? !

What an international joke!

Holding the dagger in her hand, Lan Qing'er rushed in, and saw Feng Yumo lying on the ground, her hair scattered, her body convulsing, and pools of blood on the ground, red, black...

My heart was tight! His head went blank for a moment, and Lan Qing'er felt like a knife: "Husband!!!"

Seeing Lan Qing'er about to rush over, Zhou Chengyuan winked at the left and right, and the guards knew how to stop Lan Qing'er.

"Zhou Chengyuan, you are so courageous! Your Majesty has already made an order to release people, do you want to resist the order?!" Looking at Feng Yumo who was in pain, Lan Qing'er reddened her eyes.

There was a flicker in Zhou Chengyuan's eyes, but he sneered: "Have your majesty the imperial decree? Where is the sanctuary?"

"Your Majesty's is an oral statement, there is no imperial decree! Zhou Chengyuan, let go!"