Pastoral female gangster: grab a village owner to be her husband

The queen's face also showed a stern look: "Okay...!" Saying that, the mother and son looked at each other and smiled.

three days later.

Qi Fengguo's study room.

"Your Majesty, how are you thinking?"

The old matriarch stood in front of the desk and took out a stack of documents from his arms. Before the emperor could speak, he said again: "This is the latest information. The old man has completely found out where the little princess lives. , and all her current circumstances."

"Oh, bring it here and show me!"

When Feng Lingtian heard about Qian Duoduo's recent situation, he was overjoyed, and couldn't wait to reach out to take the information in Taifu Yang's hand. He really wanted to know how this daughter, who had never met, was living now.

After getting the information and flipping through it, he suddenly sat down on the chair.

"Your Majesty? What's the matter?" Seeing this, the old matriarch was slightly taken aback, and looked at him in surprise.

"This... Yan'er's and I's children actually married to Fenghuang Village, married to that man's son... this...!" Feng Lingtian hesitated slightly, and his thoughts went back to more than ten years ago, when he was instigated by the national teacher. And he sent people to Phoenix Village to retrieve the long-lost Phoenix Blood Sword of the royal family. At that time, he also heard rumors that the owner of Phoenix Village, Huang Feihong, possessed the legendary Phoenix Blood Sword.

That's why he sent people there, it's just that many years have passed since this incident, according to the secret guard who came back at that time, Huang Feihong was dead, but the Phoenix Blood Sword had disappeared, and not long after this incident, the national teacher also resigned and retired It disappeared completely, and every time he thought about it later, he felt that the sword should be in the hands of the national teacher.

But at this time he had disappeared, and he had nowhere to go after him.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, when I recalled this incident again, I was vaguely apprehensive and worried. I looked at the name on the information, and the person 'Huang Shulang' was the son of Huang Feihong back then. Bar?

If he wants to find Yan'er's child back, he must also bring this man back, otherwise the child will definitely not come back, if he let them know that he was the one who killed Huang Feihong back then, then...

It is conceivable that her child and her husband-in-law will definitely not forgive her. Even if blood is thicker than water, if the child is willing to forgive, I am afraid that Huang Shulang will turn against her daughter because of this. According to the information, the daughter If she likes that man very much, if her husband and wife's life is not harmonious because of herself, then... I'm afraid she will hate herself even more.

"Your Majesty..." Looking at Feng Lingtian's frowning expression, Old Madam Yang was slightly puzzled.

"Hey... self-inflicted evil, how could I have thought that Cuilian would bring me and Yan'er's children to live in Qianjia Village at the foot of Fenghuang Mountain, let alone that she would marry the Young Village Master of Fenghuang Village...! "Feng Lingtian sighed, shook his head and said helplessly.

"Your Majesty, what do you mean?" Taifu Yang became more and more confused the more he listened, and he couldn't be blamed for not understanding. Back then, Feng Lingtian believed in that Juyuan pretending to be the national teacher, so the order to chase and kill Huang Feihong to seize the Phoenix Blood Sword was also acceptable. Said it was ordered in secret.In addition to the emperor, the leader of the hidden guards and the national teacher at that time knew about this matter.

"Hey, this matter is too complicated, Taifu, you should go back, I don't intend to disturb her peaceful life, according to the information, she is doing well now, so I can feel at ease!"

Feng Lingtian thought about it, and finally made such a decision.

Taifu Yang was startled: "Your Majesty..."