He just now kept staring at the snow outside the window and sighing. Does he think the snow has something to do with his daughter?

"Wow. The good novel is here

Feng Junxun stopped hearing the crying, which had just reached into the cradle. Looking at his biological daughter's little face, she felt a little reluctant. This was his child after all.

A strong wind suddenly broke out outside the house, and the strong wind blew open the closed windows and rolled up snowflakes flying all over the sky into the room.

The old master's words echoed in Feng Junxun's ears again, "If you have a daughter, the country's blessings and misfortunes will come."[

Feng Junxun's eyes were filled with murderous aura again, and his white hand reached to his daughter's neck. He couldn't bear to see his daughter's pain, so he closed his eyes.

The child in the cradle was only less than a day born and had no ability to resist. After only a moment, he lost his breath in his father's hands.

Because of his weakness after giving birth, the queen who was resting in bed, heard her daughter's crying in her sleep and opened her eyes, "Did the princess cry? Why don't you let the wet nurse come?"

Seeing no response for a while, and no longer heard his daughter's crying, the queen stood up with some difficulty and sat up, wanting to see what was going on.

There was no servant in the house. Only Emperor Feng Junxun stood by the cradle, staring at the cradle in a daze.

"Your Majesty, did your daughter cry just now?" the queen asked softly.

Feng Junxun said nothing, turned his head and looked at the queen with his eyes blankly.

The queen seemed to realize something, rolled and crawled out of bed, and rushed to the cradle.

"Child, child." The newborn princess had not even named her. The queen called the child in the cradle for a few times without any reaction. She quickly carried her out. The child's body was soft and warm, but she had no breathing. There was a red mark on her thin neck, and the fingerprints were vaguely visible.

"Ah." The newly born child suddenly died. The queen couldn't stand such stimulation and screamed loudly, her eyes were red, and tears kept rolling down. "Master, why, why is she your flesh and blood? Didn't you hug her happily last night? Why are you so cruel now?"

"The old national master is right. Her birth is both good and bad. I would rather not have good fortune than disasters." Feng Junxun said with a firm look on his face, holding the queen's shoulders tightly with his hands, "Child, we can have it again, but we cannot let disasters come to Feng Lin Country. Snowfall in August is definitely not a good thing. If the snow falls again, I don't know how many people will freeze to death. If this daughter is gone, what's wrong with saving the lives of thousands of people."

"Let me go." The queen looked determined and used all her strength to break free from Feng Junxun's hands. "You are the king of a country, but you believe in such nonsense and put natural disasters on a newborn child."

The queen hugged her breathless daughter tightly and fell to the ground, "You go out, I don't want to see you."

Feng Junxun wanted to explain, but suddenly a palace maid appeared in front of the door, "Report to the Emperor, the National Master, please see him."

"I'll come when I go." After saying that, Feng Junxun stepped out of the door.

A man in blue stood on the snow outside the house, with a slender figure, holding a yellowed oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and his black hair was hanging behind his head like silk. A gust of wind blew, and the wind and snow lifted his long hair. The picture was as beautiful as an ink painting.
Chapter completed!