Heyday Love: A Heaven-sent Husband

"His Majesty," after waiting for a long time to see Feng Yumo not answering, Fu Cabinet became anxious, knelt down, and bowed to Feng Yumo, "Your Majesty, you are the eldest son of your Majesty, born of the queen, the orthodoxy of the country, for the sake of Dragon and Phoenix. In the future, you can’t give up the position of the crown prince. If you give up, this country will not be a country and the world will definitely be in chaos.”

"Teacher. +++ full Tanmei novel: www.readwn.com" Feng Yumo closed his eyes and sighed softly, "Teacher, don't worry about this matter, father has his own reasons, besides, brother Xuan It is true that Mo Yu is in poor health, and a crown prince may really not be competent."

"His Majesty" Fu Nege looked sad. "Your Majesty’s words are wrong. Your Majesty has sent out His Highness several times. Maybe your Highness has a bit of a comment, but the matter of establishing the Crown Prince is a major event in the world. Your Highness cannot be due to personal reasons. Give up the position of the crown prince."

Feng Yumo's eyes darkened slightly, and he smiled lightly, "Mo Yu is not in good health, teacher, don't hesitate to do this. Teacher, Mo Yu is a little dizzy and can't talk to the teacher anymore. Please come back first. I will discuss it later."

Feng Yumo said, standing up, Lan Qing'er hurriedly stepped forward to help, Fu Cabinet saw this, even more anxious, wanted to stop and say something, Lan Qinger gently shook his head to Fu Cabinet, indicating that he is temporarily Don't be too aggressive.

It is conceivable that people feel uncomfortable after being sent out of the palace in this way many times, and now they hear that they want to establish a prince, Feng Yumo's body has just recovered, and it is good not to be angry after such stimulation.

Seeing Lan Qing'er look like this, Fu Cabinet was startled, then took a deep breath, and said to Lan Qing'er earnestly, "Concubine, remember, you must take good care of your Royal Highness that this matter is about the world, don't be hasty."

Lan Qing'er nodded and helped Feng Yumo back.

The sound of the car sounded again, and Fu Cabinet left the crown prince’s mansion. Feng Yumo lay on the bed with her eyes closed. She didn’t know if she was asleep or resting. Lan Qing'er sat aside and looked at the yellow leaves floating outside the room. Mixed feelings in my heart.

Emperor Longfeng is about to establish the crown prince, he is the second prince, so everything really messes up.

The second prince came to the throne, Feng Yumo had only one dead end

No, absolutely can't do this

Lan Qing'er was choked in her heart, looked at Feng Yumo, her lips moved slightly, but she didn't say anything in the end.

"Qing'er" Suddenly, Feng Yumo spoke slightly, "As for the position of the crown prince, I will not mention my husband again. I am tired."

Hearing this, Lan Qing'er was slightly taken aback, not to mention it again.

Could it be that Feng Yumo is really tired

This is impossible

Feng Yumo was still sad and angry, saying

Frowning slightly, Lan Qing'er held Feng Yumo's hand and said, "In any case, Qing'er will protect her husband. o"

Yes, no matter whether she is a crown prince or not, no matter what the world is like, she is Feng Yumo's wife, even if she fights her life, she must protect Feng Yumo well.

The crown prince, she hasn't lost yet

Feng Yumo closed her eyes slightly, breathing smoothly, no emotions could be seen on the surface, Lan Qing'er's eyes condensed, as if she had decided something.

Don’t you mention the crown prince?

Meals are meals, and Lan Qing'er said nothing during the meal.

Some things are too fast, so take your time.

Feng Yumo can listen to her, it is very good, if you ask more, I am afraid Feng Yumo will no longer want to talk to her.

Putting a piece of braised pork into the Feng Yu ink bowl, Lan Qinger said, "Eat more, husband, you are too thin."

Feng Yumo smiled faintly, "Well, if you lose weight, your husband may not be able to hold him."

Unexpectedly, Feng Yumo suddenly said this, Lan Qing'er's face turned red, glanced at a few people, smiled faintly, and immersed himself in the meal.

Feng Yumo ate a lot of this meal.

Originally thinking that Feng Yumo might have to take a walk after eating, but seeing Feng Yumo put down his bowl and chopsticks, he stumbled back to the bedroom by himself.

What's more hateful is that Feng Yumo

When she didn't let her hold her hand, he gently pushed her away, and Lan Qing'er was anxious looking at the figure holding the wall.

What is Feng Yumo thinking and why are you facing her?

Wait a minute, Feng Yumo's self-confidence won't be hit by anyone, right?

He has always been weak. Since the death of his mother and concubine, his servants have been stunned and tortured. It has been extremely difficult to sustain him. The crown prince was in front of him, but he was temporarily sent out of the palace by his father. He's rebelling, with this breath, just ask who can swallow it

Unable to swallow, the current Feng Yumo is somewhat powerless, so he can only be depressed and endure

Your Majesty is already planning to establish a crown prince. If you really want to do something, it will take a lot of weeks.

Feng Yumo may just be reluctant to do it. Net o

By the way, if you want to resist now, it's not a matter of one or two sentences, so how can he adapt to it all at once?

The last war with the country had already forced him, if it were to come again, then

Take it slowly, not in a hurry.

Thinking of this, Lan Qing'er felt relieved a lot. Seeing the door slowly closing, Lan Qing'er blinked and turned to leave.

Soon after Lan Qing'er left, she saw a window slightly opened. The person in the room was in white and black and white. His eyes were looking at her figure with complicated and intertwined eyes. With a flick of the sleeves, he saw the window gently closed.

The yellow leaves fell outside the window, and there was silence.

Lan Qing'er didn't go back to rest. It didn't take long to see Alan and Lan Qin behind her, holding delicate snacks and many books in both hands.

"Put these things on the stage."

Alan and Lanqin nodded, Alan glanced at the room and whispered "Your Highness"

"Shh" Lan Qing'er made a silent gesture and waved his hand gently at them, motioning them to go down.

Lan Qin nodded, turned and left without saying much.

Alan blinked, admiring Lan Qin's decisiveness.

Anxiously glanced at the room again, Alan was a little helpless, thinking about it and saying to Lan Qing'er, "Chu Concubine, I'll go make some delicious food, and send it here later, can you?"

Lan Qing'er nodded, "I'm sorry to trouble you, let's go down first."

"Yes." Alan responded and turned to leave.

Lan Qing'er flipped through the book, sat down, took a sip of tea, and found that everything written in this book was all strips and boxes, all of which were great principles. If it weren't great principles, it was an ancient irony. Today or something, she frowned.

Feng Yumo felt frustrated now. If he hears this again, he will resist it even more. You can't use these things in the book.

Throwing the book casually, Lan Qing'er took a pear and bit it.

In fact, it took two or three days from the formulation of the decree to the release. After a few days, I did not hear the imperial decree from the imperial city. It is conceivable that the old ministers in the Fu cabinet are trying their best to stop it.

Who is the Queen Gao? Who is the cabinet of Zhou? The actions of the cabinet of Fu are undoubtedly annoying. If Zhou Chengwu is unhappy and kills

Wait a minute, when this is the critical time, Zhou Chengyuan has the most courage and dare not act rashly.

Cabinet Fu, it's pretty safe in the near future, but only in the near future.

Just wait for the imperial decree, then he is definitely going to kill

Poor veterans, who have been loyal to the Lord for decades, will eventually end up like that.

Lan Qing'er felt tight, her hands trembled a little, and a lot of tea poured out from the tea cup, she put the tea cup down.

Do you want to tell one story one by one? After the story is told, the imperial edict is also down.

Can't drag anymore.

Thinking of this, Lan Qing'er condensed her eyes, pondered for a while, stood up and walked to Feng Yu Mo's room, saying every word, "Husband, it has been four days, if it is not estimated, within this month There should be news from the imperial city."

There was no sound in the room.

Lan Qing'er had a slight meal, and sat on the spot. "Husband, Qing'er wants to be with you forever."

Shi, you know, husband, you said that even if it is the most difficult, you and Qing'er should be good, and survive. "

"Husband, have you heard that Qing'er doesn't ask for anything, just asks to be with you, and to survive with everyone who cares about us."

Having said this, Lan Qing'er paused, vaguely hearing a light sigh from the room.

Feng Yumo was sighing, could it be that he was discouraged

Or his love with her, not deep enough

Slightly stunned, Lan Qing'er put her mind away and told herself not to think about it randomly.

"Husband, Qing'er doesn't know many stories. Qing'er tells one more story, husband, I hope you can listen to it."

There was a faint sound from the room. She could hear Feng Yumo's footsteps. He always walked so softly. For fear of disturbing anyone, she felt the door move slightly, a faint sound. The smell came out.

Lan Qinger's heart moved, he was sitting at the door of the room, sitting back to back with her through a door.

Yes he is listening, he has been listening

Even if there was something reluctant in his heart, he was there listening.

"Boom"

There was a thunder, and the sky suddenly became dark. Lan Qing'er looked at the sky, feeling terrified for some reason, and her breathing became heavy.

Involuntarily approaching the door, Lan Qing'er pursed her mouth. There were too many thunder and rain in her life. This time, she was so scared that she wanted to find a shoulder to lean on.

I kind of laughed at my incompetence. I was born and died so many times during training. How can I change back to the little girl who was afraid of thunder before?

"Wow"

The rain drifted down, knocking on the ground and also on her heart, leaning weakly against the door of the room. She hoped that he inside could do something.

The rain kept falling, the thunder kept beating, Lan Qing'er sat on the ground, leaning against the door, weakly trying to cry, the fragrance from the door, let her feel a little relieved.

It was really precarious.

Can he really not listen?

This has always been the case in the palace struggle, either you die or I die.

Pursing her mouth, Lan Qing'er took a deep breath, feeling cold on her face, wiped it with her hand, and couldn't tell if it was tears or rain, and her heart was desolate.

Suddenly, there was a slight movement behind the door. Lan Qing'er was stunned and saw that the door was suddenly opened. She was about to fall to the ground due to her unstable center of gravity. The next second, she fell into a warm embrace.

"Qinger"

A warm voice rang from her head, Lan Qing'er moved in her heart, looked up, and met a sharp eye.

Lan Qing'er shuddered slightly, but Lan Qing'er didn't believe her eyes, and when she took a closer look, she found that her eyes were tender, and the sharp color just disappeared.

Is she wrong?

"Qing'er," Feng Yumo whispered, picked her up, pressed her deeply into his arms, and slowly said, "Qing'er, you have to answer your husband. If your husband changes, you will still Are you with me like before?"

Lan Qing'er blinked, not knowing what Feng Yumo wanted to say, but she didn't say a word.

"Qing'er" Feng Yumo suddenly tightened his arms and muttered to himself, "Qing'er, promise my husband, no matter what happens in the future, you will have a good time with your husband."

As soon as he said this, Lan Qing'er felt warm in his heart, and said with a chuckle, "Of course." Before she finished speaking, she felt Feng Yumo's arms tighten again, and she could not help but frown slightly, "Husband" "

Instinctively, she felt that something was wrong, something in Feng Yumo was changing, with a trace of worry, but she knew that Feng Yumo should have made up his mind this time.

Those two stories worked

"Well. No matter what her husband becomes, Qing'er will be by her husband's side"

Feng Yumo's eyes condensed, and then they became deep, "Qing'er, don't lie, my husband wants you to swear"