The emperor is not favored

Chapter 149 Are You Willing to Follow Me
Yun Qianchen let out an indifferent "Oh" and said, "I'm not helping you, I'm just helping myself, so that you won't be able to finish your work and delay my meeting with Tianlingzong."

Hearing this, Yun Qing curled her lips, she had long been used to Yun Qianchen's duplicity, as long as it didn't hurt her, she didn't care.

"As long as you're happy." She looked at him and said lightly.

Seeing this, Yun Qianchen raised his eyebrows slightly, stood up from the chair with a movement, and straightened his clothes.

Glancing at Yun Qing, his voice was flat but intoxicating, "Believe me, I've brought it, and I've said everything I need to say. When you take action, just come to Qianchen Courtyard to find me."

Before the voice fell, before Yun Qing could respond, he walked out directly.

Yun Qing looked at Yun Qianchen's leaving back, frowning slightly, his eyes full of complex expressions.

When they first met, she just thought that the second uncle looked like Fenghua, but after getting along with her for this period of time, the second uncle made her feel more and more like Fenghua.

This kind of resemblance is not about his looks, but his every move and behavior habits, which are similar to Fenghua.

She has always been entangled in whether the second uncle was reborn from Fenghua, but sometimes she has to be overthrown by herself.

Especially after the silver-faced red-clothed man who had the same red eyes as Fenghua and had a similar aura to Fenghua appeared, she became more and more uncertain.

Which of the two of them will be the reborn Fenghua, or neither of them?

Or are they all?
Suddenly, Yun Qing was shocked by his own assumption.

There was excitement in her eyes. Could it be that Fenghua, like herself, had two souls and was reborn into the two of them separately?
Need to wait for an opportunity to merge into one?

It's just that before this idea lasted for a second, Yun Qing shook her head helplessly. These were just her assumptions, maybe Fenghua hadn't been reborn here at all.

Or maybe it's all just a coincidence!

Thinking of this, Yun Qing shook her head and didn't think about it anymore. She believed that if there was a real destiny, she would naturally be able to see Fenghua again.

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That night!

According to Yun Qing's instructions, the childhood sweetheart packed up and gathered in the school grounds with the hidden guards from the mansion.

There are not many hidden guards in Zhanwang Mansion, there are only about a hundred, but all of them are elites.

Yun Qing brought Yun Luo slowly to the school grounds, standing on the high platform, Yun Qing looked at the crowd below, frowning slightly.

There are too many people, if they go out like this, they will definitely attract the attention of others, besides, there are many hidden lines outside Zhanwang Mansion, monitoring their every move.

She walked off the stage slowly, came to the front of the hidden guards, looked directly at them, "The Zhanwang Palace will permanently withdraw from the Beiming Emperor Capital, and will no longer serve the court. You are all top-notch talents in my Zhanwang Palace, and I will I will lead you to become the strongest in Xuanyun Continent, and even go beyond Xuanyun Continent to a higher plane, are you willing to follow me?"

Yun Qing's words were powerful and forceful, and his eyes were full of firmness, confidence and sincerity when he looked at them.

Hearing Yun Qing's words, the hidden guards were all a little surprised. They looked at each other with puzzled expressions on their faces.

Yun Qing could see their reaction, she didn't say anything immediately, but just looked at them like that, with a faint smile on her face.

"Princess, this subordinate has some doubts." At this moment, the leading hidden guard stepped forward and cupped his fists at Yun Qing.

"Tell me." Yun Qing looked at the leading dark guard with sharp eyes, and said softly.

　7.19 a change. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)