From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 453 Still not going away? !

"Empress Empress, let's confess blood!"

A familiar voice came in through the wind, and Ye Xiaoxiao's tense back relaxed, and when she relaxed, her knees couldn't help but soften. Fortunately, Wei Youting helped her in time, so she didn't Limp on the ground.

Everyone couldn't help but follow the prestige, Wang Yizhi frowned and looked at Liu Shengming, both of them didn't look very good-looking, and they were still very familiar with the voice, they didn't need to look at the person, just listen to the movement to know what was going on .

And even Dong Luo couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise the moment he saw the person coming again. This person should not appear here, but he did appear here. At this critical moment, Solved the urgent need of the empress.

Feng Yuyan raised his head, blinked his big eyes and stared at the person who came. He was wearing a plain cloth gown that ordinary people would wear, blue and black cloth shoes, white socks, and his long black hair was simply tied behind his head. , the man looks very good-looking, very similar to his father, but he doesn't have the fierceness of his father, but he looks softer, like the willow wind blowing gently over his brows and temples in the cold March, Even though it was the first time seeing this person, Feng Yuyan couldn't help but subconsciously smiled at him.

Feng Yiran couldn't help smiling, stretched out her hands to pinch Roubaozi's white and tender face, and said with a smile: "Caomin..." His mouth opened, but he didn't know what to say, Feng Yiran pursed his lips, a flash of light flashed in his eyes suffering.

"Who are you?" Feng Yuyan raised his head, and instinctively told him that this person can be close, not a bad person.

Feng Yiran smiled, and looked sideways at the woman in front of her.

The slap-sized face is even more stunning, the peach blossom eyes are more charming, the blush at the corners of the eyes is stained with anger that is too late to disappear, and it has a bit more sharp flavor, like a burning fire.

Ye Xiaoxiao's eyes were red, for some reason, her heart was turbulent, how long has it been since she saw Feng Yiran?Perhaps after he was demoted to a commoner, he was never seen again.

"Feng... Yiran..." Muttering, this name made Ye Xiaoxiao feel awkward, she always called her King Muyang and Fourth Brother, and never called this person by his name directly.

Feng Yiran smiled easy-goingly and saluted: "Cao Min is here, Madam, don't worry, Cao Min will prove her innocence for Madam, this child..." He lowered his head to look at Feng Yuyan, his smile became softer, but deep in his eyes, there was a rippling Unwilling: "This child looks exactly like the emperor, how could he not be the emperor's child?"

As he said that, he turned around resolutely, looked at the officials, his soft smile retracted, revealing a coldness and majesty similar to Feng Junran's three points, with just one look, all the officials trembled in fright, and almost forgot the whole body in front of them Ordinary people in common clothes are no longer that lofty Muyang King.

"Come on, get a bowl!"

Dong Luo was startled, and responded, "Yes!"

Feng Yiran still had his hands behind his back, looked coldly at this group of courtiers, and said with a smile: "Even if there are falsehoods about the royal family, you can't question them. As a courtier, you can't hold the power of a country, but it will cause disaster. Wait, and Wait for the emperor to come back and deal with it!"

After speaking, regardless of the reaction of the group of people, he lowered his head and bit his finger, took the bowl Dong Luo handed over, poured a drop of bright red blood, then turned his head and stared at the petite woman.

"Empress, the eldest prince is about to be wronged."

Ye Xiaoxiao took a breath, walked forward with a calm expression, then pinched his son's fingers, ready to pick a thick place to attack, but saw the meat bun pulled the little fleshy hand out of his mother's hand, and imitated the seal Looking Yiran, he bit the flesh with one bite, frowned and endured the pain, dripping a drop of blood.

Feng Yiran handed over the bowl, and everyone stretched their necks to watch. After a while, the two drops of blood slowly merged and finally condensed into one drop.

"This, this is the emperor's son!"

I don't know who yelled the voice, everyone shuddered, knelt on the ground with a plop, and shouted: "Empress Empress, I'm waiting for death, please empress empress to punish!"

Ye Xiaoxiao hugged her son tightly, her gaze swept over everyone's heads one by one, her gaze was like looking at dead people all over the place.

Killing intent, she did have killing intent, as early as when this group of people forced her to hug her son to confess blood, she couldn't help but want to kill all of them one by one, but she knew very well , This is nothing more than the instigation of a few people.

The people who riot are not terrible, but the people who hide behind and make plans.

Feng Yuyan put his arms around the queen mother's neck, and frowned angrily: "The queen mother will not punish you, you just wait for the emperor to come back to punish you!"

Ye Xiaoxiao's gloomy eyes became clear because of her son's words. She glanced at the person kneeling on the ground lightly, and said coldly: "Aren't you going to leave?!"

The Sixth Division wanted to say something more during the incident, but was grabbed by the people behind him, and rolled out of the palace.

After everyone had left, Ye Xiaoxiao told Wei Youting: "Take...Take him to Xinuan Pavilion for a while."

Eyes gliding across the man's face, he has not seen the invasion of wind and frost in his life for a long time, he is still handsome and noble, that is the temperament brought out of the flesh and blood, even the coarse clothes can't hide it.

Feng Yiran smiled, turned around and left with the people. When everyone had dispersed, only Su Ziyu was left outside the corridor door, still standing there.

"Empress, my minister is one step late, otherwise they wouldn't have entered here, my minister..."

"Enough!" Ye Xiaoxiao looked over coldly, eyes full of disappointment.

"What you did was too fake. You were beaten by a group of literati with your guards? You Su Ziyu is also a man of both civil and martial arts. Don't dishonor your reputation as an emperor!"

Su Ziyu's eyes sank, and when he raised his head again, the person had already turned away coldly, and the vermilion phoenix robe gradually faded away in the sultry scenery, until he could no longer see it, Su Ziyu's face was slumped fell to the ground.

That's right, why did he forget, Ye Xiaoxiao is not an ordinary woman, she has eyes as bright as peach blossoms, but she can see through her stupid intentions, and she really can't hide anything from her eyes.

But why, the more he is like this, the more he is attracted, the more he misses those eyes, only looking at himself?
Su Ziyu simply lay on the ground, letting himself go as he did when he was young, with his head resting on his arms, looking at the blue sky, Feng Yiran, you still haven't changed, you said between the two of us, who can catch this little girl's eyes first, Have you lost one?Have you been preempted?
Touch the corners of the lips, there is still the softness and warmth of the past, even after several years, this touch is still deeply imprinted in the corners of the lips, and will never go away.

(End of this chapter)