He Lanrong and He Lan are unsightly.

Li Xinjun, that's also a matter of them. Now Feng Wuyou suddenly appears into a foot. How can they stand up to Xinjun.

Feng Wuyou looked at them and laughed: "Since it is Li Xinjun, I want to come to my princess to protect my country, and I also have the right to nominate."

Hearing the words, the complexion of He Lanrong and He Lanqi became even more ugly.

It was too unexpected to have a worry -free appearance, so that they did not remember a very important thing for a while.

That is, since Feng Wuyou is still alive, the pregnant woman named Ying Die, as well as the fetus in her belly, is likely to be alive.

"Feng Wuyou!"

He Lanqi shouted, trying to prevent Feng Wuyou from talking.

But Feng Wuyou ignored him at all, but turned to look behind him: "Please come out."

Behind him, Qianyue also stepped on the side from the side, holding a baby in his arms carefully.

With a loud noise, no one else in the hall had no movement, but Jin Fei's mother stood up and took two steps forward.

She looked at the cricket anxiously and thirsty, her eyes widened, and she seemed to want to see the child's appearance.

The situation that day was too urgent. Feng Wuyou just said to her. No matter what happened, she would keep her child's child, and then hurriedly went to the harem.

Jin Fei even had no time to figure out what Feng Wuyou meant. Then he was a fire, that is, the siege, that is, watching the room burning a ruin with his own eyes, and even Xiao Jinglan could not save Feng Wuyou.

Even though she had remembered what Feng Wuyou said, but the despair at that moment was not all fake.

If it weren't for her the next day, she quietly told her that Feng Wuyou sent a message and had no accident. I was afraid that in the past few days, she would not be able to support it.

It is precisely because she knew that Feng Wuyou had an accident that she could survive these days, and even cooperated with He Lanqi and He Lanrong to perform the farce of this dispute.

"Feng Wuyou, what are you talking about!"

He Lanqi had already gone out of anger: "The emperor is already immortal, where the prince comes from!"

They have thought of the existence of this child and made the most comprehensive preparations. I did not expect that they still didn't stop it.

In this case, Feng Wuyou can no longer let Feng Wuyou prove that this child is the blood of the royal family. Only in this way can they have a touch of victory in the throne dispute.

"Oh, that's what I said wrong."

Feng Wuyou follows good: "He is indeed not a prince, but the grandson."

Take the child from the thousands of months, look at the little cat -like face, and feel the slightly lighter weight than the ordinary children.

She once tried to delay more time, hoping that this child would stay in the mother's body longer.

However, she didn't do it after all.

Ying Die's signs of premature birth were not false. Even when Feng Wuyou was still on the way back to the city, someone had already reported it.

The military officers in the city were accused, and they had already been disturbed. In the team, hundreds of officials were pregnant with ghosts.

At this time, if Ying Die was produced, they had only two thousand soldiers. They took care of this end and could not care about that end. How much time did production take? Is it necessary to have a caesarean section? They are unknown.

Feng Wuyou dare not take risks, let alone gamble.

This is Ajiu's child and his only bloodline in this world.

She still remembers how anxious she was in the carriage.

She couldn't let He Lanqi and others focus on Yingdie, but this was impossible unless... Yingdie died.

If that's the case, then let her really die.

All plans were forced out in a very short period of time.

To figure out a way, you need to find a suitable place, arrange people, and even let Xiao Jinglan cooperate with the acting.

The whole plan was hasty and rough, but Feng Wuyou had no better choice.

Fortunately, He Lanjiu is good at everything.

His mechanism skills are also unparalleled in the world.

Fortunately, Lian Fei and Hongxiu are on her side, and they are the people who are most familiar with this palace.

When the fire was set, Feng Wuyou had already led Yingdie and Hongxiu Qianxin and others inside into the secret passage. Those shouts were just deliberately made to confuse people.

After that, they quickly reached another room through the secret passage, and the original entrance to the mechanism was simply blown up to prevent others from following suit.

As for the corpse inside, it's even simpler.

The Imperial Palace of Nanyue was beaten by He Lanqi and He Lanrong for so long. I don’t know how many palace maids died. Many of their corpses had no time to be pulled outside the palace for burial. They could only arrange a place nearby in the palace and pile them there. All they had to do was go there.

Just bring some tools over.

These days, while He Lanqi and He Lanrong were searching for Xiao Jinglan in Manlinhuang, Feng Wuyou completed the delivery of the little prince underground in the palace.

The signs of premature birth were serious and the delay lasted so long. Feng Wuyou finally had to complete a caesarean section under extremely harsh conditions.

Although she had been extremely careful, Yingdie was still unconscious in bed, her life or death unknown.

Otherwise, she should be the one carrying the child up today.

What happened in just two or three days flashed through Feng Wuyou's mind like a flash of lightning, and the eyes she looked at the people in front of her became even more cold.

She held the child higher so that everyone could see clearly: "This is the son of the South Vietnamese Crown Prince He Lanjiu and the grandson of the South Vietnamese Emperor. But among South Vietnam, who else is more qualified to inherit the throne than him!"

"Feng Wuyou, He Lanjiu is not married and has never had a concubine. Why do you say that this child is his child!"

He Lanrong shouted: "Who knows if you coveted South Vietnam and got some bastards from anywhere!"

"presumptuous!"

Before Feng Wuyou could say anything, Concubine Jin was already shouting angrily and uncontrollably.

This was Jiu'er's child, and she recognized it at a glance. The eyes were just like when Jiu'er was born, as bright as black gems.

He Lanrong, a god-damn rebellious traitor, dared to say that Jiu'er's child was a bastard.

"My queen, there is no need to be excited."

Feng Wuyou stood there and said quietly: "Since I say that he is the child of the crown prince's brother, I naturally have enough evidence."

She raised her head and looked at the door of the main hall and said loudly: "Is the Xuanlin Divine Envoy here?"

"Xuan Lin is here, Your Highness the Princess has been waiting for a long time."

Following the sound, a man wearing a large robe floated in. That uniform clearly belonged to the temple.

At this time, He Lanrong and He Lanqi were shocked by something.

The sound of fighting outside suddenly stopped at some point.

What's going on?

The two of them showed anxious expressions at the same time, and Xuan Lin seemed to have read their thoughts. He did not rush to talk to Feng Wuyou, but said before the two of them: "Fighting with soldiers will damage the national strength of South Vietnam.

Example blocked."

Ignoring the expressions on the two men's faces when they heard this, Xuan Lin turned to look at Da Situ and said softly: "Da Situ, in order to prevent our South Vietnam national strength from being damaged, these two troops are temporarily under the custody of my teaching soldiers. I don't know, Da Situ."

Do you have any objections?"

In the main hall, the highest position is that of the Chief Situ. The temple has always communicated with the Chief Situ on such matters.

Da Situ had a bitter mouth. He didn't expect that Feng Wuyou's energy was so great that he even moved the temple and the training soldiers.

"If the temple takes action, I naturally have no objection."

Now that things have come to this, Da Situ can only hold his nose and admit it.

Xuan Lin nodded lightly, then walked up to Feng Wuyou, raised his hands and saluted: "There is something wrong with the energy of the crystal coffin. Xuan Lin had to deal with it first, which delayed the trip. Please forgive me, Princess."

Once again, before Feng Wuyou had time to speak, Concubine Jin turned pale and asked, "How is the crystal coffin doing now?"

Although she had never seen it, she knew that what was inside the crystal coffin was He Lanjiu, her son.

She also knew that it was only because of the crystal coffin that He Lanjiu could maintain her breath.

But now, there is a problem with the energy of the crystal coffin. How could she not be in a hurry?

"My queen, don't worry. All the elders worked together to solve the problem. Now everything is normal in the crystal coffin."

"Then when can I go see him?"

Concubine Jin asked again.

"After settling the matter here, you can do it at any time."

Xuan Lin answered Concubine Jin's question and paused slightly: "Your Majesty, let's clear the little emperor's name first."

Concubine Jin also realized at this time that the most important thing now was to settle the affairs of the South Vietnamese Emperor.

Only by settling this matter can they completely have no worries.

"good."

She suppressed her anxiety and nodded.

Feng Wuyou also said: "Please ask the Xuanlin Divine Envoy to rectify the name of the little grandson."
To be continued...