The return of the late emperor

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Changsun Qiyi lowered her head, three thousand blue hairs flowed down like a waterfall, covering the expression on his face at the moment, but her tightly clenched fists revealed his complicated thoughts at the moment.

Previously he claimed to be me, but now he claimed to be Bengong, this person's face changed quite quickly, Qu Feizhang smiled, thinking that this is another person who is good at deceiving himself.

Thinking in this way, he naturally turned his attention to Changsun Qiyi again, only to realize that this person covered himself tightly with a quilt, so Qu Feizhang lowered his head and looked at his open chest, and finally Thinking that such attire is a bit inappropriate for this prince who has always paid attention to rules.

Although he didn't care much about these things himself, he still raised his hands and tightened his neckline. After all, they were talking about a big deal, and the two parties can only cooperate happily if they are in a happy mood.

Thinking of this, Qu Feizhang squeezed out a smile, and replied with crooked eyebrows: "As long as the eldest grandson Patriarch understands, someone will pave the way for your Highness."

He didn't care about Changsun Qiyi's reaction after hearing these words, turned around and walked to the wardrobe in the room, and finally added: "Your Highness, you have a good father." It's really enviable, Qu Feizhang thought of some past events, Suddenly a little sad.

Changsun Qiyi naturally didn't know why this person's mood suddenly fell again, but just thinking back to the smile he saw just now, he was sure that there must be some connection between this person and the anonymous person painted in the painting in the palace. .

That painting is the treasured thing of that person, and he only saw it by accident, and after only looking at it a few times, the person rolled up the scroll lovingly.

It is precisely because Min Ke treats the painting so unusually that Changsun Qiyi has such a deep impression on the people in the painting.During the days when he was looking forward to Mingke's dream, he also searched desperately for where the painting was stored, but he did not expect to meet someone related to it here today.

Changsun Qiyi suddenly had an illusion in his heart, believing that in the dark, his fate with that person has not yet been severed.For example, Min Ke might fall into his dream tonight. Thinking of this, he has already begun to look forward to the night with a little bit of shyness and a little bit of secret sweetness, so that he completely ignores what Qu Feizhang just said. the words said.

His pale cheeks were stained with a light blush, and even the tips of his ears were blood-colored. The long eyelashes in his lowered eyes fluttered slightly, casting a light shadow on his cheeks. A person suddenly comes alive again.

Changsun Qiyi placed another expectation in her heart, just like the expectation he had when he married Ming Ke and Ren Ming had not yet appeared.That person was in his dream, so it should only belong to him.

Qu Feizhang naturally didn't know that Changsun Qiyi's heart had been twisted and turned so many times in this short period of time, and they were all short-term and long-term. He only thought that Changsun Qiyi listened to his words.It wasn't until he took the object out of the cabinet and put it in front of Changsun Qiyi, and met a face that suddenly changed color, that he realized that the prince didn't understand what he meant at all.

Unexpectedly, their Qu family picked and chose, and put treasure on such a person.

Apart from being good-looking, he, Qu Feizhang, has not discovered any other advantages in this person so far. The eldest son of the eldest grandson of this generation, the Emperor Yuanjun carefully cultivated is really not very good, at least, not as good as him Uncle, the ruthless eldest son Jue.

How could the eldest grandson Qiyi not be surprised, he knew that his father had changed his mind, and even guessed that their elder grandson's family would unite with other aristocratic families to create a puppet regime in Dongda, but he did not expect him to take this seat.

What Qu Feizhang took out from the cabinet was a tray, the tray was nothing rare, but what was shocking was the object on it - it was a dragon robe.

There is a majestic black dragon embroidered on the silver-white river silk bottom, and the twelve chapter patterns show its majesty and majesty, not to mention the exquisite workmanship. Changsun Qiyi dazzles her eyes and thinks that it is the same as the ones Ming Ke once wore.

Because of this, Changsun Qiyi felt terrible. Such things could not be prepared in a short period of time. Then, when did his father, Changsun Shu, start to have such thoughts and start preparing.

Then, that person passed away suddenly, and whether their eldest grandson's family had a hand in it? The eldest grandson Qiyi was terrified to the extreme, and endless sorrow overflowed from his heart. If that person was really... what face would he have to meet? What about that person.

The little joy that Changsun Qiyi had before disappeared without a trace in an instant, he lowered his head slowly, raised his hand and gently covered his entire face.

"Your Highness is used to wearing phoenix robes, don't you want to know how the upper body of the dragon robe feels?" Qu Feizhang said softly, you know, he is not the kind of gentle and gentle person, he used such a tone last time I can't remember when I spoke.

He just suddenly saw his own shadow in this person, and suddenly felt that he and this person had the same disease.It's just extravagant hope for a son from a big family like them to love someone and wait for someone in a down-to-earth manner.

After Qu Feizhang finished speaking, Changsun Qiyi still didn't look up.

The room suddenly became quiet, and after a long time, Qu Feizhang heard a soft whimper, the sound was so soft that it was as undetectable as a fallen leaf falling to the ground.

Qu Feizhang sighed, turned around, and prepared to leave this square inch to the grandson Qiyi to calm down slowly.

He walked to the door, but heard the soft voice of the man from behind: "Where is this place?"

"Jiangnan."

With a low sigh, Qu Feizhang strode out of the room.

Some people rushed thousands of miles to the south of the Yangtze River overnight, and some people stopped and stopped, and wasted an hour, but they were still walking back to Zhaoping Hall.

Ming Ke has been to Zhaoping Hall countless times, but he seldom walks, let alone walking with pain like this.He is not afraid of being tired or hurt, but he is suddenly a little afraid of dying on this road. What he wants to do has not been completed yet, even that person...

The man hadn't started to torment himself yet, if he just went like this, according to his temperament, he might be blocked in his heart.

Minke smiled unconsciously, but it caused a sea-shattering pain in his lungs, which made him unable to suppress his old illness any longer, and coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough up all his insides Mao Lin, who was supporting him, was at a loss for what to do with his posture.

Mao Lin quickly helped him to the side of the road, and the two leaned against the palace wall to rest for a while, until Min Ke recovered.

The two were about to finish the rest of the journey, but they heard the uniform salute of the servants in the distance, "Long live, long live, long live, Your Majesty."

Min Ke looked up and saw the sedan chair in the distance gradually approaching him, he just stood there, staring blankly at the inside of the sedan chair, trying to see his child—Sikong Min through the curtain.

The sedan chair was getting closer and closer, but Min Ke was still in a daze, and he ignored Mao Lin pulling him.

Finally, the sedan chair stopped in front of them.