Has the imprisoned husband served his sentence?

Hearing Feng Changhuan's words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The Queen and Feng Qingyu glanced at Mu Chenyin gratefully, saying nothing.

The big stone that was weighing on Mu Chenyin's heart finally fell away. She even looked at Feng Changhuan deliberately and said, "It's okay to support her in old age, but there is no need to send her to her death. Are you sure you won't think about it anymore? Are you going to give up on being a teacher just like that? "

If she had known this method was so effective, she would have used it on this little brat. .

Feng Changhuan's heart was in his throat, fearing that Master would really fall in love with him, so he quickly said: "Master...Master, Wan...Brother Wanfeng likes Master very much, Disciple...Disciple" ...The disciple just wants to save this family, and doesn’t want to join this family.

Disciple only hopes that Master can treat Brother Wanfeng well in the future and don't... don't ruin this family, Disciple... Disciple will always wish Master and Brother Wanfeng to be united and grow old together. "

It's good to be a disciple. When the time comes, he can also use his status as a disciple to prevent his master from bullying brother Wanfeng.

If this really becomes a man's favorite, then not only will he not be able to help Brother Wanfeng, but he will also be involved in it and be abused by his master. When the time comes, his life will be worse than death. Thinking about it makes his scalp numb.

Seeing his resolute attitude, Mu Chenyin sighed helplessly, "Okay then! Since you don't want to join this family, forget it. As a teacher, I still respect my disciple's opinions."

Feng Changhuan breathed a long sigh of relief and secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

After dealing with his apprentice, Mu Chenyin turned to look at Feng Qingyu, "The Third Princess..."

If Feng Qingyu had regarded Mu Chenyin as a love rival before, now she could only feel grateful in her heart, "Young Master An Ye, if you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly..."

Mu Chenyin nodded, "Then let me tell you frankly, when did the Third Princess fall in love with my little disciple?"

Feng Changhuan looked at Feng Qingyu's handsome and gentle face, and felt a little more nervous for no reason.

Seeing Mu Chenyin looking like she was checking in on her daughter-in-law, the queen's face darkened. Isn't this what she, the ever-happy queen, should say? This guy stole her words?

The Queen only got so angry at first because she was angry, but now she has calmed down and is not so angry anymore.

Feng Qingyu looked at Feng Changhuan, with tenderness written in her eyes, and then said to Mu Chenyin: "If you say that I recognized Chang Huan from the first moment I saw him, would Young Master An Ye believe it?"

Her father-in-law was originally an ordinary slave in the palace. After gaining the favor of the emperor, she was promoted from a slave to serving the emperor.

Although she is the daughter of the third emperor, in the eyes of everyone, she is still just a lowly bitch.

Later, her father and concubine fell ill and died, and she had no protection from her father and concubine. The servants in the palace were accustomed to taking advantage of the situation, and they turned out to be slaves who deceived their masters. As a result, she, the third princess, was worse than a slave.

The Queen Mother's heart was all focused on Ye Guijun, and she cared little about the affairs of the harem.

In those years, her whole world was dark, and she even had a low self-esteem. She could not learn how the second and eldest sisters behaved and complained to their mother. She always huddled in a corner alone, thinking that she was transparent, dead.

Until that year, the Queen Mother brought back a child, and that child was Chang Huan.

From then on, there was light in her world. He would sweetly call her "Sister Three Emperors", angrily lecture the palace attendants who were disrespectful to her, and hold her hand and play everywhere.

He would look at her with admiration and say that her articles were better than the nonsense articles written by the eldest sister.