"Humph, your mother taught you this, and you married four concubines. You are so unfilial..." Yi Qingchen curled her lips. Feng Yiying tightened her arm and looked at her with a half-smile: "
Although I have married four concubines, I have never been attracted to women. Until I met you..." Yi Qingchen blushed and changed the subject: "What happens next? Your mother is still in the palace now. I
...Why have I never heard you mention it?" Feng Yiying said calmly: "My mother-in-law finally died of depression when I was ten years old. I didn't see my father again until the moment before she died. At that time, my father
I don’t know why I wandered into my mother-in-law’s small yard on a whim. I also met my biological father for the first time. Maybe it was guilt, or maybe he really still had some feelings for my mother. After my mother-in-law passed away,
, he suddenly became nice to me. He let me study with the prince, and learn riding and shooting together. I was just a child at that time, and I finally had my father's love. I was always afraid that this father's love, which I finally got, would be lost one day.
In order to give my dead mother and concubine some credit, I learned things harder and harder than anyone else. Fortunately, I'm not stupid. Although I learned a little later, my knowledge is no better than that of any other prince.
Few. Moreover, they were far behind. This attracted the attention of a strange man. With the permission of my father, he took me to his secluded place to learn martial arts for eight years. He treated me
He released me home on the day I became a master of arts. When I returned home, I caught up with the invasion of the White Dragon Kingdom, so I went into battle and went to the border. I made great achievements in battle. Although I got the greatest favor from my father, it also attracted the attention of my father.
The jealousy of other princes..." Yi Qingchen sighed: "So you are also a poor child. Alas, that's how you got such shocking martial arts skills." She secretly said in her heart: "Damn it. I am also a child.
Smart kid, why isn’t there an outsider who accepts me as a closed disciple? Sigh.” Another thought: “The old man is actually better than the outsider, even if there is a outsider who takes a fancy to me.
, I guess he would use a few walking sticks to send Huan back. He worked hard to get the mud in his house to stick to the wall, let alone others..."