Your majesty, Empress Xianyu doesn't want to leave the cold palace

Chapter 162

outside the palace.

The night is so dark that the hawkers in the night market have closed their stalls.

The door on the side of Fengming Tower opened, and a figure flitted in the air.

After half a stick of incense, the figure landed gracefully in the gazebo by the river outside the city.

The red clothes are like fire, and they come by night.

When I opened the cloak, I saw her black cloud topknot first, then her delicate forehead, slender willow-leaf eyebrows, and then her charming eyes, and her red lips were slightly parted. Even in the night, it was difficult to hide her appearance.

Nodding, she whispered, "My lord."

There is already a figure in the gazebo.

The moon-white figure is cold and lonely in a well-known environment, which is a height that others cannot reach.

As long as he is there, he is like a person born with brilliance surrounded by the night.

There was a teacup in front of Yu Wenyu, and the tea in the jade-colored teacup was clear and clear.

When he raised his hand, his joints were distinct, and he held the teacup between his fingers without lifting his eyelids.

When the teacup was steaming hot, he lowered his head and sipped lightly, and only said, "You are doing well in the capital."

The timbre is clear, but without too much emotion, and the tone of voice is even more impartial.

"Please worry about it, my lord." Feng Yanyan smiled slightly, "I was late, it was my negligence."

"It's okay, it was originally my temporary idea."

Feng Yanyan remained silent, waiting for his words.

"I came here today to tell you something."

It was like a gust of wind was blowing in front of me.

When Feng Yanyan took a closer look, there was already a letter on the table.

Feng Yanyan raised her eyes slightly, her brows implying hearing the news, "This is..."

"A letter from Nanyuan Country."

Hearing the words 'Nanyuan Country', Feng Yanyan's eyes were clearly touched.

Hastily removed the letter from the table.

When she opened the letter, her fingertips trembled slightly.

"The whereabouts of your brother."

help her.

But it was entrusted by others.

Feng Yanyan's breathing was stagnant, and she knelt on the ground on one knee, "Please trouble the prince."

After waiting for a while, there was a faint sound of wind but no other sound.

When she raised her head again, the figure in front of her had already faded away.

She was the only one standing in the gazebo.

Everything around returned to normal, as if no one had ever been there.

Except for the teacup left on the table and the letter she actually held in her hand, there were traces of what happened just now.

Feng Yanyan put away the letter, and her figure flashed in the night.

When I returned to Fengming Tower and saw the contents of the letter, I still couldn't help but be delighted.

I couldn't help but stick the paper to my heart.

Good that her brother is still alive...

When Ling Xue came in, she saw her girl's happy appearance, and probably guessed the reason for Feng Yanyan's joy, "Could it be...the young master has news?"

Ling Xue was brought by Feng Yanyan's side after Feng Yanyan separated from her younger brother.

At that time, when she was at her worst, it was Feng Yanyan who gave her a shelter.

Since then, Ling Xue has made up her mind to follow Feng Yanyan all the time and be loyal.

Therefore, what Feng Yanyan has to do is what she has to do.

Ling Xue knew that Feng Yanyan had been looking for someone.

Feng Yanyan looked at the handwriting on it overjoyed, the smile on the corners of her lips got deeper and deeper, and in the candlelight, crystal tears flickered.

"Yes, my Ah Ming is still alive, he is still alive."

Feng Yanyan has a younger brother named Feng Ming.

When she first opened Fengming Tower, she wanted to use this name.

She wanted to make Fengminglou's business bigger and wider, and wanted Fengminglou to be famous far and wide.

She just thought that if one day, her A Ming knew about it, maybe he would come to her.

Well now, she has news of Ah Ming.

She was able to find him first.

　That's right, Feng Yanyan has a younger brother~
　　Ahhh, Uncle Seventh Emperor, what should I do if the more I write, the more I like him~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)