The appearance of Mian Niang made the emperor and the queen very excited at that time. When they heard that they had already worshipped, they were even more happy. They immediately issued an edict to confer Mian Niang as the princess, and Ling Chufeng at that time had already been named Prince Gong.
Hearing her words, Ling Chufeng glanced at her indifferently, held the wine pot in one hand and grabbed the wine glass in the other. After a while, the pot was empty.
"Husband, drink less and your health will recover. If something happens..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a cold gaze, and then a faint voice came: "I know my body better than you!"
"Yes! My husband taught me that I will go back first. Nian Qi is alone in the mansion, and I am not relieved." Miao Niang said softly, as she stood up.
I recited the name Qi? Ling Chufeng silently recited the name. This is the child born to Mian Niang two years ago. It was a girl.
He named her and pronounced her, and as the name implies, he missed a man named Xiaoqi.
But the woman named Xiaoqi seemed to have disappeared, and no one knew where she went.
Even the emperor Ling Xiaohan, who once held Xiaoqi in his palm and regarded it as a treasure, seemed to have forgotten the woman.
Ling Chufeng grabbed Miao Niang's hand and smiled, and her gentle smile rose, making Miao Niang a little stupid.
"Husband..." She looked at him foolishly, not understanding his intention.
"My wife, let's accompany you home to see Nian Qi for your father!" Ling Chufeng said softly, his eyes as gentle as water.
Miao Niang was very excited about his sudden change, her almond eyes swayed, feeling the heat coming from her big hands and her head.
The two helped each other up, and Ling Chufeng turned around and bowed to the people on the throne: "Your Majesty, I have something to do in my house, so I will take my leave first!"
Lian Chengjue raised his eyes lightly, and had a vague memory of this nominal elder brother, "Go!"
The clear voice, without any emotion, was spoken from his affectionate mouth.
Ling Chufeng was slightly stunned and smiled bitterly in his heart. Didn’t he have experienced this long ago when Brother Han was so cold and indifferent?
Why is the heart still painful?
"I'm leaving!" He spoke lightly, Ling Chufeng turned around and supported Zheng Yingying to look at him, "Madam, let's go home..."
The backs of each other, a strange look floated in the eyes of Lianchengjue. After a while, he withdrew his hand, and the palace maid on one side presented a strong wine with both hands...
The palace maid was shocked by the cold and cold breath of the new king.
He served with his hands carefully, and in the end the wine glass fell apart, and the wine drowned out and fell on Lian Chengjue's robe...
The beautiful sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and the demonic purple eyes suddenly became darker, and the already cold face became darker.
With a wave of her sleeves, the palace maid was thrown toward the pillar on one side, and blood immediately splattered...
The people present watched this, and they were so proud that they didn't dare to say anything. The timid person still called in a low voice.
The scream reached Lian Chengjue's ears, making him even more unhappy, "Kill!"
Cold coldly spit out a word, and the guard who was waiting outside the banquet, holding a long sword in his hand. A cold light flashed, and the screaming man fell in a pool of blood.
Everyone was so scared that they buried their heads and did not dare to speak out. They prayed tremblingly that the banquet would end soon.
"Your Majesty, I dare to make a promise!" an elderly minister bowed.