Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

But fortunately the crown prince Duguqing is still an optimist. In order not to worry his father and mother, although he is also smoldering in his heart, he does not show any sadness, and he also works hard in cultivation.

But Concubine Fan felt very distressed seeing her son being so sensible and hardworking but not making any progress. In addition, she also knew that the royal family might soon be wiped out, which made her feel depressed and lonely all day long.

"Your Highness, how is your relationship with your concubine mother?" Fan Tianluo walked beside him and asked.

Prince Qing immediately showed an excited and warm smile and said: "My concubine is very kind to me, but I have been working hard and making no progress, which makes my concubine very worried. In addition, there are too many things recently, and my concubine and father are also unhappy. As their son, I can't help them solve their problems, I'm really not filial." At the end of the speech, the prince showed a look of self-blame.

"It's not that you're unfilial, it's just that the opponent is too strong." A cold smile curled up on the corner of Fan Tianluo's mouth.

Prince Qing immediately looked around in fright, fearing that Fan Tianluo's words would be heard by the traitors in Dongfang City. You must know that Dongfang City has been arranged in the palace for a long time, and how many traitors in Dongfang City are there. Things can't be let go, they can only be carried out secretly, but even so, Dongfang City still noticed it a few times, which only shows that their power is already full-fledged inside the palace, and this once made the emperor almost pissed off.

"Don't worry, I have points." Fan Tianluo looked at him and smiled.

"Fan'er, the palace is not safe." Prince Qing smiled wryly.

Fan Tianluo nodded and stopped talking. The two of them walked a long way one after the other and turned into the courtyard wall of the East Palace. The East Palace was also clean and refreshing without flowers and trees. They were all palaces with similar shapes.

"That's the Ziyun Hall of the mother and concubine." Prince Qing pointed to the very large and luxurious palace in the east.

Fan Tianluo grinned, this Concubine Fan should be very favored.

The patrolling soldiers came from the two of them, saluted Prince Qing respectfully, and looked at Fan Tianluo in astonishment. Fan Tianluo saw that their strengths were all at the low star-king level, obviously compared to those in Dongfang City. Not far.

Walking into Ziyun Hall, there is a scene of red flowers, willows and greenery in front of you, so green that it is almost two places outside the door.

"Mufei's palace is the most beautiful place among all the harems. You see, those flowers are planted by the mother herself. The mother likes flowers and plants the most." After standing still at the door, Prince Qing took a deep breath. It also feels refreshing.

"Hey, why are there yellow chrysanthemums in spring?" Fan Tianluo was surprised to see a pot of blooming yellow chrysanthemums placed on a white jade pavilion.

"Hehe, my concubine likes flowers and plants very much. She can grow all kinds of flowers in different seasons. Look over there." Prince Qing pointed to a corner of the palace, and saw a small white tent standing on it. There, the white one is a layer of oil paper.

"Hothouse?" Fantianluo's eyes popped out suddenly. Isn't this the kind of greenhouse used to grow vegetables that are not in season in modern times?Although it is much smaller, the plastic has become oiled paper, but it is the same.

"Hey, how do you know it's called a warm shed? The concubine mother also called it that." The prince was extremely surprised.

Fan Tianluo's heart trembled suddenly and said, "Is this greenhouse cultivation method common here?"

"No way, this is made by my concubine herself. I have never heard of it. I used to laugh at my concubine, but later I planted a lot of flowers that are not in season, so I have to believe it. My concubine mother is extremely smart. woman."