Chapter 209: The black whirlpool countercurrent in the palace 4
"Since that's the case, then let me think about it carefully." Nan Fengyu sighed softly and said
Everyone also let out a long sigh of relief. They understood that if Nan Feng Yu said that he wanted to think about it, then most likely he would not pursue the matter any further. Although Nan Feng Yu still had some concerns about this matter.
Lots of doubts, but no evidence
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I will kowtow to Your Majesty."
The Empress Dowager could not stand because of her stiffness, so she sat on the bed, moving her head little by little, and the wrinkles on her face were criss-crossed one by one. She looked very sad and had the beauty of a tragic failure.
"Although I can forgive you today, I will definitely be able to catch you again someday. I ask you to be peaceful in the future and just do your duty. As for other things, you still don't want to do it.
Worry”
Nan Fengyu said, stood up, glanced around everyone's faces, and finally stopped on Ye Qingmian's pure face, "Fei Ye, you'd better remember that if one day you betray me
, then this is the best place for you.”
"Your Majesty, you really think too highly of me. How can I be so virtuous and capable? A comeback will never happen." Ye Qingmian's tone was coquettish, with the charm of a little daughter. Listening
It's very moving when you go up there
Nanfeng Changan felt a pain in his heart that he could not meet in love. He looked at Ye Qingmian with a smile in his eyes and said: "If you are kidnapped and run away, how will the emperor decide?"
"Then we have to see whether it is Mian'er who is holding someone else hostage, or someone else is holding Mian'er hostage?" Nan Fengyu said lightly, with a calm tone, sounding as if he understood that such a thing would never happen.
But God's calculations are not as good as those of man's calculations.
Just after a group of people returned from Leng Palace, the Empress Dowager was pardoned the next day. Let’s not mention it for the moment.
But five days later, Ye Qingmian's personal maid Wan'er came to Nan Fengyu and said that Ye Qingmian was missing.
"Missing? When did it happen?"
Nan Fengyu was correcting the memorial in Cheng'an Palace at that time. As soon as he heard Wan'er's panicked words, he hurriedly put down the brush in his hand. His face, which was already anxious about something, became even more anxious, with a look of worry.
There is a kind of sadness that cannot be expressed in words, and there is also a strong uneasiness in the machine.