In this situation, Jiao Xiaoliu didn't know how to speak. She couldn't just open her mouth and say to Feng Qingchen, "Did your father-in-law marry the woman to your brother to sleep with your prince?" So, our Miss Jiao
I can only pretend to be stupid, but try to remain unchanged in the face of all changes. "I just want to talk to your imperial brother about some things between us. It won't be very convenient if you are here."
Feng Qingchen knew very well that Jiao Xiaoliu was not telling the truth, but she didn't point it out, "In this case, Sister-in-law Seven will just treat me as an invisible person. You say what you want, I'm here to enjoy the plum blossoms." Jiao Xiaoliu looked at Feng.
Qingchen hummed a tuneless tune and walked slowly towards the snowy wintersweet trees. Her anxious heart finally relaxed, "If he really wants to listen, I really don't know what to say."
Feng Qianchen held Jiao Xiaoliu in his arms, "Do you really think he doesn't know what you want to say?"
"It's just a cover-up, how could I not know." Putting his arms around Feng Qianchen's waist, Jiao Xiaoliu looked aggrieved and helpless, "What happened is beyond my expectation. The fewer people who know, the better."
"Is it serious? The worst thing is that Princess Ruoxin doesn't want to marry Qingchen." Feng Qianchen smiled, "Qingchen actually has no intention of marrying Princess Ruoxin. We can go to our father..."
Jiao Xiaoliu interrupted Feng Qianchen, "It would be great if it was so easy." Jiao Xiaoliu slowly pulled away from Feng Qianchen's arms, looked at Feng Qianchen for a long time, secretly hid his injured hand behind his back, and bit him
Biting his lower lip, "It's much more serious than this. What might happen if your father finds out about this matter."
The delicate wintersweet stands proudly in the wind, with stars scattered on the leaves. Feng Qingchen is obviously admiring the flowers, but secretly observing every move of Feng Qianchen and Jiao Xiaoliu. Seeing Feng Qianchen's expression gradually becoming serious,
He then understood that it wasn't just Shangguan Ruoxin who didn't want to marry him. The corners of Feng Qingchen's lips curved, as if she wanted to add something to people's boring lives to talk about after dinner. What would happen? Even if
The protagonist who was being talked about was the one who seemed to be alive, and Feng Qingchen was still looking forward to it.
After Jiao Xiaoliu finished telling the whole story, Feng Qianchen didn't say anything except that his face turned not so good. He poked Feng Qianchen's arm with his finger, "I said, if you have any ideas, just tell me,
What's the point of letting it sit like this?"
After a long while, Feng Qianchen finally said, "I want to kill that beast Feng Juechen." This sentence made Feng Qianchen say it in an extremely calm tone, which was no better than others roaring about killing someone.
Human power is small.
At least we, Miss Jiao, felt Feng Qianchen's hidden murderous intent and laughed twice, "Calm down, impulsiveness is the devil."
Glancing sideways at the flattering Jiao Xiaoliu, Feng Qianchen couldn't help laughing, but his words contained reproach, "Aren't you impulsive? Then tell me, how did your hand get injured?"
Jiao Xiaoliu put the hand that had been hidden behind his back and waved it in front of Feng Qianchen's eyes, twitching the corners of his lips, "You, you noticed?"
Feng Qianchen looked at the wintersweet trees and Feng Qingchen wandering among them, sighed, and finally fixed his gaze on Jiao Xiaoliu's bandaged hand, "The old wounds haven't healed yet, and new ones have been added.
It seems that I will lock you up from now on, and it always makes me feel bad to save you."
"You think I do?" Rolling his eyes at Feng Qianchen, Jiao Xiaoliu also sighed, "Ruoxin's matter..."
Feng Qianchen's eyes darkened, "I'm going to kill Feng Juechen."
