"Mom! What did you feed me last night?!"

A voice of accusation came from a distance, not as weak as before, but full of energy.The breath is steady.

The maid opened the curtain for him, and Feng Zhiqiu could see the situation in the room clearly.

Apart from King Xiang Feng Jinhong who was sitting at the table, there was another person sitting upright.He is dressed in a purple brocade robe, with dragons playing with pearls on it, and auspicious clouds like brocade.Her hair was white, but her complexion was pink.The white mustache lay quietly on the lips, and the whole person looked very imposing.

Feng Zhiqiu raised her eyebrows slightly, and without thinking too much, a familiar name automatically popped up in her mind——

"Grandson kowtows to grandpa!"

The person sitting right above his head was Feng Xizhuo, the emperor of Chaofeng Kingdom. He frowned when he heard his grandson coming, and then saw Fengzhi Qiuyu knelt down to salute, and quickly got up to help him.This is his precious grandson, and he has never seen him kneel down on weekdays.Why is this so today.

"Haha, Qiu'er, you're here! Let the emperor have a look, your mother has spoiled you so much these past two years, raised you in the palace, and left me, an old man, in the palace. It's so lonely!"

Glancing at Princess Xiang with resentment, her mustache trembled a few times in anger, and dragged Feng Zhiqiu to look carefully, staring straight at the young man in front of her, until his whole body was hairy.

"That's right! Qiu'er has not only grown a lot taller in the past two years, but also has a much ruddy complexion!" A thick laugh spread in the hall.

Feng Zhiqiu leaned slightly, pinched himself secretly, this is the Emperor Feng who has ruled Chaofeng Kingdom for more than 50 years!Looking at him with eyes full of wisdom and experience, he felt flustered, maybe he realized that he was no longer the weak "Feng Zhiqiu" who was as weak as a willow.

"Grandpa Emperor,"

Feng Zhiqiu's eyes turned red, he bit his lips tightly, and looked at the old man pitifully.He seemed hesitant to speak.Tears flowed from my heart, shit, it hurts so much!

"Qiu'er just say whatever you want, why are you so hesitant!" Distressed by his tearful eyes, Emperor Feng gently held him in his arms and wiped his rosy eyes.Sit him at the table.

Feng Zhiqiu glanced at the people in the room, Xi Furong was sitting at the table, holding a silk handkerchief tightly in her hand.His face was much paler than before.And his father is also lowering his eyes at this moment, his expression is deep, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.Feng Zhiqiu's eyebrows turned slightly, and their conversation suddenly flashed in his mind the night he first came here.Feng Zhiqiu glanced at Emperor Feng who was hugging her.

Hehe, his parents love him so much that it's too late, so what happened last night must have something to do with this person!He doesn't need to ask his mother anymore!

Standing up abruptly, he knelt down with a plop.Feng Zhiqiu wiped away his tears secretly, "Grandpa Huang, grandson knows that time is short, and I hope Grandpa Huang will not torment grandson like yesterday. Just stab grandson to death, don't make things difficult Father and Mother. I am very happy to be their son and grandson, but unexpectedly, my grandson has become their burden. I also ask Grandpa Huang to help me!"

After finishing speaking, he bang-bang-bang-knocked his head three times firmly.

"Qiu'er!"

"Qiu'er!"

As soon as these words came out, the three people present were all taken aback.On the contrary, Xi Furong, a daoist woman, burst into tears first, and regardless of the etiquette and thoughtfulness, she hugged her son who wanted to continue to kowtow.

Emperor Feng's expression froze, seeing his own son glaring at him angrily for the first time, his heart sank slightly.He sighed inaudibly.

"Forget it, you go out first, I will talk to Qiu'er."

Emperor Feng waved his hands at King Xiang and his wife, and walked over to help the people on the ground.She patted his cold white hand comfortingly.

After everyone went out, the old man dragged his grandson to sit down, his rosy face that was originally laughing became heavy and serious.He stroked Fufeng Zhiqiu's faintly red forehead, and said distressedly, "Why would Qiu'er think that way? Could it be that Grandpa Huang is such a hard-hearted person in his grandson's heart that he would never let his own grandson go?" ?”

"no……"

"Qiu'er, don't interrupt, listen to Grandpa Huang."

Emperor Feng's white hair hung down, and his voice carried a heavy vicissitudes.He picked up the broken hair that fell from Feng Zhiqiu's face at some point, and stroked the top of his hair, his affection was beyond words.Feng Zhiqiu could only feel a warm current in his heart.

"My poor grandson, you have suffered all these years. Do you know what happened to your mother?"

Mother?

Do you mean the poisoning thing?Frowning slightly, he nodded.

"When your mother first married into Feng's family, it coincided with the arrival of the great prince of Wuyi Kingdom. Twenty years ago, Chaofeng Kingdom and Wuyi Kingdom had just ended their hostility, and they agreed to live in peace within a hundred years. But some radicals couldn't accept it! snort!"

Every time Emperor Feng thought of that group of people, his eyes widened with anger.Seeing that his grandson was still full of doubts, he hugged his thin body, and then continued, "Those bastards actually robbed the prince on the day of his wedding!"

"how come?!"

Feng Zhiqiu suddenly shouted, if the prince wants to carry eight sedan chairs for his wedding, the guard of honor must be indispensable.Where is it so easy to be robbed? !

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