"It should be a good thing..." Qin'er lowered her head, while Meijie seemed to be hiding something.
When I first came to Fengdu, I never thought about exposing myself to Feng Ruohen.
It wasn't that she didn't miss the old relationship, but because even Qin'er herself couldn't explain it. On the day she entered Fengdu City, she once again saw the majestic regent riding out of the palace on horseback.
I hadn't seen him for many years, but I recognized him at a glance. He was riding on a tall horse. He was dressed in calm black, with ink-colored hair flying freely. There was a starry glow in his eyes as thick as ink. He was full of kingly style. The so-called '
"Looking down at the world" is nothing more than that.
The caress of time has polished him into priceless jade, and the power contained within is immeasurable.
At that moment, He Lan Qin'er vaguely felt that if she could easily go to him and tell him, I am He Lan Qin'er, the person you have been looking for.
Then in this life, I may never see that person in the palace again.
That's how she felt, and she didn't know why.
So when I arrived in Fengdu, I went to see Liniang first, and then sent a letter to Prince Wujia asking him to help me.
With just one look that day, she realized deeply that Feng Ruohen could control the power of life and death in the world. It would be too easy for him to cut off the connection between her and Feng Yao.
She is afraid...
This scene also comes from this.
Unconsciously, thinking of the indifference in Feng Ruohen's eyes, Helan Qin'er was immersed in the scene of that day alone, her eyebrows filled with sadness.
Wu Jia saw the clues and said nothing, feeling calm in his heart.
That man can't figure it out.
If Feng Ruohen wanted to become emperor, it would be easy for him to kill Feng Yao and ascend to the top of imperial power.
But why...he is only willing to be a regent with a dishonorable name?
Is it possible that it is really for the woman in front of me?
"Okay, don't think too much." After a while, Wu Jia comforted her, "Just do it according to your own method. If it doesn't work, come to me. I will help you until the end."
Speaking of which, he and his entourage come and go in a hurry and will leave tomorrow.
So he asked again, "What else do you want me to do? After tomorrow, no one can help you!"