"Mom! Tell me about it, let's talk about it back then! My daughter wants to know everything!" Nan Liyou stared at her deeply.
Feng Su Zi's head stood up, raised her eyes and looked at the frozen window...
Twelve years ago:
Feng Suzi sat on the couch in the cold palace sewing a small cotton coat and a small quilt.
It has been a whole month since she was locked up here, and her heart has become cold.
I dare not have any extravagant hopes anymore, I just want to spend a dull life with my daughter in this cold palace.
"Sher..." Feng Suzi felt the thunderous twitching with her right eyelid, and she was a little restless, and even her finger was pierced by a needle.
She stood up and prepared to go to the side to find some ointment to apply.
Suddenly, her close maid ran in and shouted in panic: "Empress, Empress..."
"Dong'er! What happened? What about Xiaoqi? Didn't you carry her seventh princess to attend the full moon prepared by Fengshen Temple? Why are you alone?" Feng Suzi looked at her in surprise and saw that
She looked worried and empty-handed, and her head buzzed.
"Empress! Um... something happened! The Seventh Princess was determined by the priest that she could not gather the fighting spirit. When the emperor found out, he was furious and said..." Dong'er looked at her face carefully and did not dare to say it.
"The emperor said that the Seventh Princess's eyes are different, and now it is determined that it cannot gather fighting spirit! It is not the royal blood! It is said that she wants to use the Seventh Princess' blood to wash away the royal family's lustfulness and filthy atmosphere!" Dong'er's lips were slightly white, and her hands and feet were trembling.
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After hearing this, Feng Suzi almost failed to stand firm. She took a few steps back, returned to the table, and held her back: "No! No..."
She uttered two words with difficulty, not daring to hesitate at all, and flew out so hard...
Fengshen Temple: It is the place where the royal family in Nanming Kingdom sacrifices.
The Lord of the Temple of the Gods is deeply loved by the people. It can be said that the words of the Gods are more effective than the emperor's words.
Sometimes, even the emperor has to give in and believe in him.
When Feng Suzi arrived at Fengshen Temple, the little princess in her cradle was placed on the table like a tribute.
Nan Qianhe and Mu Wansu were kneeling down to worship the statue of the god, and the saint was holding a book and reading tedious lyrics.
It may also involve the face of the royal family, so there are no one present except Nan Qianhe and Mu Wansu.
Feng Suzi ignored the obstruction of the guards at the door, and with a wave of the purple flames, the guards next to them could turn into ashes.
Nan Qianhe heard the noise at the door and stood up, ready to scold him. When he saw the man coming with great momentum, his face looked a little bad, and he put his hands behind him, scolding him: "Don't you stay in the cold palace well! Run!
What should I do when I come out?”
"What are you doing? The Emperor asked this question so well? How dare you ask the Emperor, what are you going to do if you put your concubine's daughter on the desk?" Feng Suzi smiled coldly. That beautiful
A miserable smile on his face.
When she saw this scene with her own eyes, the pain in her heart was even more painful than the needle pricking her finger.
Nan Qianhe was slightly stunned and then said, "This witch is not a royal blood! I want to use her to wash away the royal family's lewdness and filthy aura!"
"You actually said she is a witch!? Not a royal bloodline? Haha! It's so funny! It's so funny!" Feng Suzi stroked the painful forehead and smiled bitterly.