The silly concubine said: close the door and let the prince go

Chapter 120 The princess ran away over the wall ([-])

Seeing that the door of the palace was about to be opened, Shen Qiaoyan turned around and flew onto the beam.

Immediately afterwards, she saw Feng Weiyue walking in gracefully and luxuriously, she walked in a few steps and then stopped in place.

She slowly turned around and ordered to the palace people following behind her: "You guys just watch outside the palace, I want to see the emperor alone."

The palace servants behind her were obedient and couldn't say anything, so they retreated outside the palace to guard.

As soon as the hall door was closed, Feng Weiyue slowly walked towards the huge dragon bed in the hall. Her gaze first glanced at the four delicate golden incense burners beside the dragon bed, and then moved to Jun Ze who had been unconscious on the bed for almost a month. Where.

Jun Yi wants the emperor to die early in order to fulfill his great cause?

She, Feng Weiyue, refused to let the emperor leave early!

A look of ruthlessness appeared in the corner of her eyes, she reached out her hand and took out something wrapped in a silk handkerchief from her sleeve, she opened the handkerchief and inside was a bag of powder wrapped in white paper.

The powder turned brown, and Shen Qiaoyan didn't know what it was.

I saw that Feng Weiyue carefully poured the powder into the four surrounding incense burners, she quickly put away the white paper and silk handkerchief, threw herself to Jun Zefan's side and began to cry.

"Your majesty, my concubine came to see you. Your majesty, wake up quickly. The people of the whole world can't do without you, and the concubines can't live without you. Without the emperor, what is the meaning of what the concubine, the queen, does... …" Feng Weiyue sobbed while holding Jun Zefan's fleshy hand.

Shen Qiaoyan, who was squatting on the beam watching Feng Weiyue's hypocrisy, wiped the sweat from her forehead helplessly.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, if you don't wake up, the concubine will follow you!" As she said, Feng Weiyue bumped her head on the dragon bed excitedly.

Unexpectedly, Jun Zefan blocked it with one hand, "Queen, why bother?"

Shen Qiaoyan looked at the face of her father who suddenly woke up, those tender eyes focused on Feng Weiyue's pupils, she twitched the corners of her mouth.

These two people like to pretend so much, no wonder they can be a couple.

"Your Majesty!!" Feng Weiyue exclaimed happily.

"Yue'er!" Jun Zefan also called happily.

Looking at the two people who are so affectionate, Shen Qiaoyan rolled his eyes.

If she didn't leave, she would vomit and faint on the beam.

Shen Qiaoyan was about to think of a way to leave this boring hall, when her father's sad sigh suddenly sounded in the hall.

He said: "Yue'er, after this time, I don't think I have much time left. I want to make arrangements for my funeral while I still have some breath. As my queen, Yue'er, you are willing to help me." to finish?"

Feng Weiyue wiped away the tears on her face, grabbed Jun Zefan's chubby hand and said, "Your Majesty, what are you talking about, Your Majesty must be auspicious, with a long life span of a hundred years compared to Nanshan!"

Jun Zefan sighed and shook his head, stroked the back of Feng Weiyue's fair hand and said, "Yue'er, are you willing?"

"Yue'er, Yue'er, yes." Feng Weiyue raised her eyes hesitantly and looked at Jun Zefan sincerely.

Shen Qiaoyan frowned, she turned around and looked back at the embracing figures in the hall, suddenly a blurry picture flashed in her mind.

Her mother once also told her about the painful memory of this man's vows to her mother's crotch, and finally embraced Feng Weiyue in his arms.

For more than ten years, her mother has used this painful memory to discipline her desperately, turning her into a cold-blooded animal, sitting on three thousand beautiful men, playing with men while applauding, this is what her mother taught.

Shen Qiaoyan twitched the corners of her mouth, and felt so pitiful in her heart.

After some silence, the hoarse voice of her father Jun Zefan sounded again in the hall.

He said: "My sons and daughters are now adults one after another, and I am very pleased. It is time to establish a future successor. Yue'er, do you have a favorite candidate?"

What does her father mean to establish a crown prince?

Shen Qiaoyan frowned.

Although she doesn't like Jun Yi very much, Jun Yi is now the most popular among courtiers, and this woman is his mother.

Even though the two had quarreled many times, after all, Jun Yi was still the son she had raised for more than ten years, and the crown prince wasn't Jun Yi's?
"Yue'er is a woman's opinion, why is Yue'er talking nonsense about the country's major events?" Feng Weiyue pretended to decline.

Jun Zefan shook his head and said, "Yue'er, it's okay to say it, but it's okay to say it."

(End of this chapter)