With a rosy complexion and shiny black hair, she was really much more beautiful than the black girl Feng Hongluan saw in the slums for the first time.
Seeing Feng Hongluan sizing her up, Yan'er hurriedly greeted Feng Hongluan in a polite manner: "Happy queen."
"Get up, just call me miss."
Feng Hongluan is really not used to calling herself empress with the one she carries with her.
Yan'er's face was still crimson, and her eyes flickered at Feng Hongluan, as if she wanted something, but she was hesitant to speak, a bit shy.
"What's wrong?"
"Miss, how are you doing lately?"
Feng Hongluan was startled.
When she visited Yan'er that night and asked what Ling Che had told Yan'er, she clearly felt that Yan'er had feelings for "him". Now it seems that Yan'er's feelings for "him" have not diminished.
On the contrary, when asked about "Uncle", a tenderness flashed in her eyes, which made Feng Hongluan somewhat unable to answer.
"he……"
"Is he bad?" Yan'er looked nervously at the hesitant Feng Hongluan with simple eyes, undisguised concern and worry on her face.
"He's fine." Hong Yan answered on Feng Hongluan's behalf, giving Feng Hongluan a sly look with deep meaning.
Feng Hongluan gave him a white look. He probably saw Yan'er's deep affection for "Uncle", but she still wanted to tease him. She didn't know what to do.
She didn't start this relationship, but now, it seems that she can't end it at all.
Seeing Yan'er's deep affection for "Uncle", if she told Yan'er now that "Uncle" is actually "her", it would be really cruel and would only cause embarrassment to Feng Hongluan, and I'm afraid it would be even more embarrassing for Yan'er.
Forget it, "Uncle" won't show up again anyway, and no matter how much friendship we have, it can't withstand the ravages of time. As time goes by, Yan'er will always forget "Uncle".
Hong Yan sent Yan'er to the kitchen to eat sesame oil chicken. When Yan'er went out, Hong Yan couldn't help but burst out laughing: "I never thought that my wife, who is so open to food, would be blessed with such a beautiful thing."
That naughty look really begged to be beaten, but unfortunately Feng Hongluan made a slight movement and gasped in pain.
Hong Yan suddenly suppressed his mischievous smile and asked nervously: "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
"I'm too lazy to talk to you." Feng Hongluan turned her head away pretending to be angry, and gently touched her cheek with a pair of gentle palms: "I was wrong."
"snort!"
"I won't dare to do it anymore."
"snort!"
"How can you be willing to pay attention to me, my dear Hongluan?"
"Unless you tell the emperor that you don't want to be the military minister anymore."
Feng Hongluan suddenly looked serious and looked at Hong Yan with an expression that didn't look like he was joking at all.
She didn't want Hongyan to set limits. Even if King Huai didn't tell her what the emperor's purpose was today, she didn't want Hongyan to become a victim of the confrontation between the emperor and the general. She wanted Hongyan to be safe. She didn't ask for anything, and she wanted nothing.
No, even if you are just a reckless person living without eating three meals a day, it is better than being so worried and having trouble sleeping and eating like now.
Hong Yan's complexion instantly became heavy. After a long moment, he rubbed Feng Hongluan's pink cheeks with a chuckle: "I told you, the emperor doesn't allow it. That's all. It's just a false position. I just have to go to the morning court every day. That's all.
It gives me a headache."
The emperor doesn't allow it.
Feng Hongluan's heart felt cold. Yes, the emperor suddenly activated Hong Yan. Although Feng Hongluan didn't know the reason, since he activated it, the emperor must have his own purpose. How could he dismiss Hong Yan so easily.
"Then you promise me."
"Promise what?"
"Don't get too close to the general, you know?"
She can't do anything now, the only thing she can do is these instructions that she doesn't know are of any use.
Hong Yan laughed: "Fool, how is that possible? Does it still hurt?"
Feng Hongluan shook her head: "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Mr. Shi told me that I have sent people to investigate to see who dared to poison you. Mr. Shi said that this kind of poison is not easy to prepare. The formula is only recorded in the palace medical books. Because of its bad toxicity,
It harms people invisible, so no one is allowed to read the medical book, let alone prepare the poisonous prescriptions in it."
"I think, if my guess is correct, it is almost Doctor Li from Tongdetang who prescribed this poison to me."
"I have sent people to arrest this person, and I have arrested everyone who has recently been involved in your diet and medication. Don't worry, I will definitely find out who is behind this and trying to harm our children."
The cold light in Hong Yan's eyes was as cold as frost, as if once he found out who was behind it, he would cut him into pieces with a thousand knives.
As for Feng Hongluan, what's more, this person has such vicious thoughts and wants to kill her and kill two people. If he falls into her hands, he will definitely die a bad death.
*
In the Yin Mansion, He Jixiang was embroidering the child's bellyband. A sharp needle suddenly pierced her middle finger. Dark red blood overflowed from the eye of the needle and opened a blood bead on her fingertip. She gasped in pain, her heart
, vaguely uneasy.
"Miss, what's wrong?"
Lan Xiang, who was waiting on the side, leaned over to take a look. When she saw her fingertips bleeding, she let out an audible sound.
"Why did you prick your hand? I'll go get some medicine for you."
"No need!" He Jixiang said coldly, took out a handkerchief lazily, and bandaged his finger. Lan Xiang wanted to go up to help, but He Jixiang glared at her and did not dare to move.
"Little Miss, you..."
"Lan Xiang, what are you afraid of? I just lost some blood."
"Miss, I am afraid that you will be hurt."
"I'm afraid of pain. I've endured even worse pain. What's the point of being afraid of? Huh?" She came closer with a strange look in her eyes. Her face was only a finger away from Lan Xiang. Lan Xiang avoided her with a guilty conscience.
With a look in his eyes, he spoke tremblingly: "Little Miss, you don't want it. Don't be too sad. My wife has been gone for a long time. I will make your bed for you. My master said that he won't come over tonight."
"Haha, hahahaha, if he doesn't come over, he has to say something to you. So what if he comes over? When did he come over? Is he sure that he can be seen by others? In her eyes, I am just a tool.
Lan Xiang, do you think so?" He Jixiang asked lazily, with a casual smile on his lips.