Chapter 257: Have you ever seen his bloodthirsty Fourteen?
"You mean no matter how Feng Ruohen protects Feng Yao, he will die sooner or later?!"
Qin'er was shocked. It's not that she hadn't thought of this before. It's just that Feng Country is like this now, and everyone knows it. Like a balanced scale, Feng Yao is just a puppet without real power. Must he be exterminated?
Besides, he is Feng Ruohen's brother...
She still wants... she still wants to say something and do something subtly after getting married, maybe she can free Feng Yao and reunite him with Hua Shang and his children.
This is the knot in her heart.
"Miss Helan still doesn't understand what the old slave means." Keeping his bent posture, Lu You turned and looked through the winding white jade pavilion in front of him, looking at an ancient house in the distance that looked like a bell tower, which was meaningful, "
Forgive me for my offence. The girl is about to get married to the prince, and it is no longer possible for her to marry his majesty. Please understand the seriousness of this. The relationship between the prince and your majesty... is already very weak."
"Are you... speaking for Feng Yao?" She always thought that Lu You was Feng Ruohen's loyal minister.
"Both Your Highnesses were raised by old slaves, and Lu You has never shown favoritism."
It's just that he always believed that Feng Ruohen was the emperor's talent, but it was a pity that Feng Yao was born at the wrong time, which hurt the elder and young orderly.
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Craftsman Pavilion.
It was Helan Qin'er's favorite place to visit with Feng Yao when she was young.
Feng Yao has a pair of skillful hands, and he can carve out vivid little animals from a piece of wood. At that time, Qin'er liked to pester him for little rabbits and mandarin ducks, but Feng Yao was so proud that he refused to give them.
Fast forward ten years, this attic has become much older, a little cold, and a little damp, but the number of wood carvings inside is increasing day by day, and the tall shelves are filled with them.
It was different from what he imagined. When Qin'er saw him, he was sitting cross-legged on a pure white wool blanket, looking down at the book in his hand.
He is much taller, the profile of his face has not changed much, his body is thin, his hair is tied back, and he wears a black robe with gold trim. However, he does not have any imperial domineering look. He is ordinary and ordinary, like a lonely caged bird.
When he heard someone coming, he didn't even raise his head and said in a gentle voice, "You're here."
Just three words, Helan Qin'er suddenly felt sad and stood there unable to get closer.