Shocking the World: The Evil Emperor Dominates Concubine Against Heaven

Chapter 189 Mysterious Poetry
Small and beautiful pavilion, leisurely and delicate.

In the center is an embroidered wooden frame with an original picture, and on the left and right sides is a house, both of which are simple straight wooden doors, with small flower decorations carved on them, which look a little delicate and lovely.

With such a simple daily life, it seems that my mother's previous life was not good.

Feeling inexplicably sad in his heart, Feng Hongge didn't know if it was the memory of this body from before, but he felt a little astringent in his heart.

Two or three steps up to the room above, the door was not locked, but it was also covered with dust. Feng Hongge was covered with a lot of dust just by pushing the door up.

The door opened with a slight push, and Feng Hongge stood at the door with a bit of surprise in his eyes.

A table, a bed, a candle, and nothing else.

Is this Feng Qianling's room?

Such a decoration?

I'm afraid even the maid's room in Feng's mansion is better than this room.

After all, it was his own daughter, even if she was pregnant out of wedlock, it wouldn't be like this.

Frowning, Feng Hongge felt very uncomfortable. Even though he had nothing to do with Feng Qianling, he wanted to protect her more and more, as if she was really his own mother.

But I think she is indeed the mother of this body.

The furnishings in this room can be seen by Feng Hongge at a glance, and they are as simple as possible.

What about the other side, since this is Feng Qianling's room, what is the room on the other side for?

Turning around and going back, Feng Hongge always felt something strange in his heart. When he pushed open the door of the room on the right, it was full of calligraphy, paper and pens. There were various books on a few simple shelves, and a large table was placed next to it. The thick ink in the inkstone on the table has dried up.

Approaching the desk, Feng Qianling seemed to be a leisurely and literary woman, casually picked up a stack of white paper on top, Feng Hongge touched the bottom and touched a thick layer.

Turned around suspiciously.

Underneath the white paper was a piece of paper filled with writing.

Flipping from the bottom to the top, these poems written by Feng Qianling many years ago still have ink stains, which can still be seen vaguely.

"Jiuyou lives in a deep and shallow dish, and Mo Dao's heart is too sad. Everything in the world has its reward, that is, the time has not yet come."

I read this poem lightly, did Feng Qianling compose it herself?
"Everything has its reward, the time has not yet come"

Nemesis?Does Feng Qianling think who will be punished?

Feng Hongge suddenly felt that these poems written by Feng Qianling contained some meaning.

Feeling more and more confused, Feng Hongge put the poem aside, and then flipped out the following poem.

"Celadon is playing songs without falling asleep, my heart is long and cold, and I have not seen Wuhenmei when I step on the snow, but I leave the pearl by my side."

What does this mean?
After reading it, Feng Hongge always felt that the poem had some meaning, but he couldn't understand it for a while.

"Death before the heart is sad, there is nothing you can do, the warmth is still cool around you, and you are still waiting for the love in the future."

I flipped through several articles back and forth, and many of her poems were written on these papers.

She seems to be very talented, and these poems are all made by herself.

What exactly does it mean.

I scrolled down again, and the rest are essays about my mood, as well as descriptions of scenery.

It's all irrelevant.

Feng Hongge just picked out these few poems, folded them up and put them in his pocket.

Feng Hongge had a premonition that these things would be a great help to him, so he must ask clearly.

After putting the poems in his pocket, Feng Hongge went straight to the small bookshelves.

At first glance, these books are all poems and songs, it seems that Feng Qianling really likes these.

Walking slowly beside those bookshelves, Feng Hongge ran his fingers across the rows of neatly arranged books. Although no one had read them for a long time, he could still see that the owner was careful when storing them, lest they be worn out.

It seems that there is nothing else in this room.

After closing the door, Feng Hongge felt a little sad.

What a proud woman this is, she must find out the truth.

Secretly making up his mind, Feng Hongge closed the door with a small spell.

It doesn't matter if no one comes here, at least he can find a lot of evidence.

With a light tap of both feet, Feng Hongge jumped off the spot with the force of his feet, and went straight to Feng Qiluo.

I can only know these questions from Feng Qiluo.

(End of this chapter)