Yang Wenchang let go of his hand and said, "Then let me see if you have what it takes." He put his hands behind his back and walked to the couch behind him to sit down.

Fei Xue lowered her eyes slightly and said, "Master, please listen to a song by me."

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"It seems that your target is really him." Mingsu said with a smile.

Feng Qing opened his eyes, "Rather than him, it's better to say it's Mr. Yang Ge."

Mingsu raised his lips slightly and said, "Fu Ronghua, went to Baizhou."

Feng Qing raised his eyebrows when he heard this, "Why are you telling me this?"

Mingsu took a sip of tea and said, "It's nothing, I just want you to know."

Feng Qing smiled lowly, "You are, you are really not afraid of me taking action."

"Then it's up to you." Mingsu put down the tea cup.

Feng Qing put his hands behind his back and said, "Mingsu, do you know what I hate most about you?"

Mingsu played with the cup, "Oh? Where."

"I hate you. You know everything, but you still act like you're superior." He lowered his eyes, "Are you guys from Jialan all like this?"

Mingsu smiled softly, "Maybe," the smile on his lips remained unchanged, "Jialan is a very special place, and the people there are different after all."

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Fu Ronghua stood up, picked up the hosta she had just taken off, and rubbed it carefully, as if she had thousands of thoughts in her heart.

It was a purple hosta, as bright and dazzling as glass.

This was given to her by His Majesty when she went to bed for the first time. Now, she is holding the hairpin in her hand, with a bit of a smile on her eyebrows.

Since she can come out, she can also go back in glory. Aunt Yang is right about one thing. Some things must be kept on the bright side.

She put the hairpin in the box and then slowly returned to the inner room.

Fu Chen was asleep long ago. She sat next to the child and looked at his sleepy face, with a gentle look on his face. She stretched out her hand and gently stroked the child's cheek.

This was the child she had been begging for for two lifetimes, and it was so hard that people couldn't bear to look away.

Seeing the child holding two small pink fists, Fu Ronghua stretched out his hand and hugged his small fists, "Chen'er, I will do my best for my mother, and I will give you the best."

She lowered her head and placed a kiss on his hand, her brows filled with tenderness and love.

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Emperor Xuanzhao looked up, "I haven't found it yet."

"Your Majesty, I am incompetent."

Emperor Xuan Zhao closed his eyes slightly and said in a complicated tone, "Mo Yu also asked about it."

"I asked, but I don't know."

Emperor Xuan Zhao looked indifferent and said, "Go down."

He looked up at the sky outside, "You really want to escape." He looked gloomy, "I believed your lies and thought you were sincere..."

He held her hand tightly. At what point had she been able to do it so that he couldn't even find it?

"Fu Ronghua, I still owe you a red plum." He murmured to himself, and only then did he realize that his past arrogance had become a joke.

It was really ridiculous. He thought he had suppressed her well, but now he realized it was just a joke. She just chose to leave, and he had lost everything.

His father was right. As an emperor, he should renounce love and affection. He always thought he had done a good job.

He put his hand on the table, "It was my biggest mistake to seek a comeback by using love as a guide. I fell deeply into it, but you escaped and left. Fu Ronghua, you are so cruel."

It turns out that the backlash of love is such a painful thing that you can't touch or touch it at all. The thought of it makes you feel heart-wrenching pain.
Chapter completed!