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

Chapter 568 Never give in

Xiao Liu's eyes turned red, yes, she is just a small brothel girl in Yanliu Lane, what status does she have to be looked down upon by a prince?

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Liu tidied herself up briefly, then fell into a deep sleep.

What more could one ask for?The moment she left Yanliu Lane, didn't she tell herself that for this man, she would go to hell even?
So, wouldn't it be good to admit your fate?
Turning over, the dream engulfed the cold body on the bed. In the dream, she held hands with King Anyang and walked slowly through Chang'an South Lake, from the sun rising to the setting of the sun...

But reality is always close at hand.

Feng Yiran followed Liu Li back to the study with a gloomy face. Seeing a small bag on the desk, Feng Yiran was taken aback and couldn't help asking: "What is this?"

Liu Li chuckled, opened the bag, and the contents appeared in front of Feng Yiran.

A blood-stained boot, and a broken, blood-stained belt...

Feng Yiran raised her eyes to look at Liu Li, and said with a smile when she saw someone: "Master, it's not good to see people alive or dead. This is something that everyone has worked so hard to find. As for the emperor himself, as long as he doesn't show up for a day, we can live for a day." Treat him like a dead man!"

Feng Yiran raised the corner of her mouth and couldn't help laughing: "So, when we really control the power, even if Feng Junran comes back, he will be powerless!"

Liu Li followed suit with a smile, and bowed his hands: "Thousands of years are wise!"

Feng Yiran chuckled, looked down at the bloody clothes again, and finally sneered.

Xiaoxiao, I won't make any fuss about you hurting me, but I will never give in to Feng Junran's matter!
Huang Yiqing listened to the inner ear of the room until nothing could be heard, and then let out a long sigh of relief.

Wiping the cold sweat off her head, Huang Yiqing returned to the bed with a cold face and feeling the darkness.

Since when did he become so afraid of Ye Xiaoxiao?No, it's not because she's afraid of her, but because of Feng Junran!

Is this man dead or not?Obviously his sons have already returned to the capital, and they have already gained power, so why should they be oppressed by a dead man?

Huang Yiqing frowned unwillingly. It has been a while since she returned to Beijing, but so far, let alone entering the palace, she has only gone out of the gate of this house once!
Fa-rectification on the spot? !Ye Xiaoxiao, you are cruel, let's wait and see when she enters the harem!
A chess game, how many people can't sleep all night, but Duye Xiaoxiao herself is still at ease.

In the early morning of the second day, the news about the Muyang Palace last night had already spread among the crowd. Everyone knew that Muyang Wang had a new love, and was ordered by the empress to get married within three days!
The courtiers couldn't help whispering, Wang Yizhi frowned, unable to tell whether he should be happy or wary.

It was a good thing when King Muyang got married, and he left behind an heir, so he could have more protection in the future, but he also knew that this was a situation, and he was afraid that the woman who stayed had other purposes, after all, she was met by the empress on the spot , Is it too much a coincidence?
When I was worried, I couldn't help but look up, but I saw that there was an empty seat in the front, and King Muyang, Qiansui, has not yet come to court.

Could there be another accident?Wang Yizhi couldn't help but worry.

Following the sound of footsteps outside from far to near, everyone hurriedly bowed and saluted to welcome the arrival of the empress.

Ye Xiaoxiao slept peacefully all night, sleeping very smoothly.

Today, she put all her energy into dealing with Feng Yiran. He stumbled in her hands, and she definitely wouldn't let it go!
The slender fingers are holding the vermilion skirt, the phoenix crown on the head is jingling, the little man has a majestic face, without looking sideways, and slowly sits on the phoenix chair in the first position, looking around with peach blossom eyes, he sees a clear space out of position.

King Muyang didn't come?
Ye Xiaoxiao frowned slightly, looked up and looked around, everyone lowered their heads, and no one spoke.

"What's going on?" Ye Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows, her voice dark.

Yan Jing'an looked back suspiciously, seeing that Wang Yizhi and Liu Shengming were all indifferent, so she became more and more sure that the two of them probably didn't know about this matter.

Immediately there was a round of low voices above the main hall, and whispers gradually sounded, making Ye Xiaoxiao frown uncontrollably.

"Empress, the king is late!"

A familiar voice sounded from outside the Xuanzheng Hall. Through the wooden lattice windows, people could be seen passing by. Ye Xiaoxiao stared at it until the people walked into the Xuanzheng Hall, and then his expression changed.

Feng Yiran was dressed in filial piety, and walked in slowly with a coarse cloth bag in his hand. His eyes were cold, and he no longer had the gentleness of the past.

In the Xuanzheng Hall, the courtiers all turned pale with shock, and couldn't help but stare at King Muyang Qiansui dumbfounded, and even forgot to bow their heads and whisper, and just stared blankly.

This... What the hell is going on? !
"Muyang King, you are so brave!" Nan Gongren couldn't help but yelled angrily. The Xuanzheng Palace is the most important thing in the imperial court. They pay special attention to their appearance on weekdays. It is not even allowed to wear their hats crookedly. Qiantui actually went to the palace in heavy filial piety, is this cursing the empress to die? !
Ye Xiaoxiao also frowned, looking at the man coldly with peach blossom eyes, exuding a sense of vigilance all over her body.

Feng Yiran looked up at the little woman with a serious face above the high position, took out the things in the bag, and threw them on the ground.

A damaged boot and a broken jade belt were all stained with blood. The blood had solidified and turned black due to time, and it looked like something from a long time ago.

For some reason, Ye Xiaoxiao felt a little uneasy after seeing these things.

She subconsciously looked at Feng Yuran, but saw that the smiling fox face of King Anyang had disappeared, and only the pair of slender pupils that were very similar to Feng Junran opened coldly.

"Empress, this king has heard the news that the emperor has passed away in Bashu Wanda Mountain. This is the only relic of the emperor found. This king asks the empress to follow the emperor's will to register the crown prince, install the emperor's father, and assist His Royal Highness the crown prince, so as to establish my power in the Western Jin Dynasty , for generations to come!"

There was a thunderstorm above the heads of the nations, even Ye Xiaoxiao, who was so strong, couldn't help shaking her body, and collapsed in the phoenix chair, losing any momentum...

Feng Junran... is dead?
The hearts were violently pulled together, tightly entangled, the pain spread along the limbs, and the small face turned pale.

Feng Yiran stared quietly, looking at the man's painful face, she felt very depressed in her heart.

Xiaoxiao, you forced me to do this. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have published this book!
"My lord, please don't procrastinate, otherwise I will be in danger in the Western Jin Dynasty!"

When Wang Yi heard this, he quickly knelt down on the ground and said as usual: "Minister, second!"

(End of this chapter)