Chapter 11: When I was a child, the years were quiet and peaceful 3
Qin'er pressed a slight crease between her brows and rejected her inner thoughts. It would not be good if Feng Yao was as silent as Feng Ruohen.
Wouldn't that make you suffocate?
Accidentally, her eyes collided with his, and Qin'er hurriedly lowered her head.
"Qin'er, what are you thinking about?" Feng Yao pushed her little head and asked unwillingly.
She looked up at him and pretended to be an adult and said, "I wonder if my brother, the prince, can be a wise king in the future!"
That impish look made Feng Ruohen's cold face reveal a slight smile.
Feng Yao looked at He Lan Qin'er and then at his imperial brother who seemed to be holding back his laughter. He reacted for a moment and then shouted, "Okay, you guys! You all think I can't be a good emperor?! I'll go back right now."
Work hard in the study, and I will be a wise king who will leave you speechless in the future!"
"You said this yourself..."
Xiao Qiner ran away with a smile, leaving behind her ethereal figure and her wise words from childhood.
You said this yourself...
When she opened her eyes in her sleep, Helan Qin'er seemed to have a sweet smile from her dream on her lips.
I actually dreamed about the past.
The fifth watch bell rang, and it was time to go to court.
In the imagination, Feng Yao, who is wearing a dragon robe, should be full of energy and dominate the world.
But it is a pity that the person sitting on the dragon throne now is just a puppet emperor, and the one who really controls the real power is... Feng Ruohen.
Thinking of the dream just now, I couldn't help but blame myself...
Feng Yao, Feng Yao, if you had wanted to be a wise king back then and listened to the Taifu's words, how could you have been deprived of your power today, and you would not be able to live or die?
And why should she be obsessed with the real dragon emperor who was imprisoned in a golden cage?
No matter what, you are asking for trouble.
I just got up from the bed and looked at the environment here.
This room is large and has a high roof.
The floor tiles are so black that they feel cold, and the walls are so pale that they make people despair.
It was snowing heavily outside, and there wasn't even half a stove for heating inside.
There is only an indescribable coldness in the air, and even the slightest breath can produce white mist.
It's a shame she was able to sleep until this point.
The decoration is also very simple, so simple that it is lifeless.