Jiao Xiaoliu's move undoubtedly shocked everyone. The guards in Mu Qing Palace immediately rushed out and surrounded Jiao Xiaoliu and Feng Qingchen.
There was a sneer on Jiao Xiaoliu's lips. He pulled Feng Qingchen up from the ground and looked at his forehead that was bleeding from kowtow. He sighed, "Why are you still so reckless? Can't you wait for your seventh brother to follow me?"
?Does it hurt?”
Feng Qingchen said nothing, just shook his head numbly. Of course he knew the real reason why Feng Ruixuan asked Shangguan Ruoxin to marry him. He could guess it. How could Feng Qianchen and Jiao Xiaoliu not know this clearly?
So he hesitated. He suspected that his seventh brother would not help him but would keep his love. After thinking about it all night, he finally decided to come to Murong Qing. After all, she was Feng Juechen's biological mother. If she would
Telling her about Feng Qianchen and Shangguan Ruoxin might solve her urgent problem.
Feng Qingchen came to Mu Qing Palace early in the morning, but who knew that Murong Qing would disappear behind closed doors. When he was about to leave, a chamberlain ran out and blocked his way, telling him that if he kowtows for ten thousand people,
Concubine Murong would help him ask the emperor to cancel the engagement. Feng Qingchen was also in a hurry and did not think about how Murong Qing knew the purpose of his trip. For him, Murong Qing was his only life-saving straw at the moment.
, let alone ten thousand kowtows, even if it was one hundred thousand or one million, he would not hesitate at that time...
It wasn't until Jiao Xiaoliu kicked open the door of Mu Qing Palace, and the loud noise made Feng Qingchen's mind suddenly clear, that he realized how ridiculous what he had done... So he let Jiao Xiaoliu pull him up, and he saw
There was worry in Jiao Xiaoliu's eyes, but he didn't know how to face her and his seventh brother.
Jiao Xiaoliu did not pay attention to the guards around him at all, and pulled Feng Qingchen towards the outside of the circle. "Stop!" A rough voice reached Jiao Xiaoliu's ears. Jiao Xiaoliu stopped for a moment, but did not look back.
"What advice do you have?"
"Girl, what kind of place does this Mu Qing Palace belong to? You can come and leave whenever you want." There was a trace of ridicule in that rough voice. Unexpectedly, Jiao Xiaoliu smiled coldly, "But I didn't know that the famous Qingguo Palace back then was
'Blood Fiend Palm' Lei Tianhe actually committed himself to become a slave in the palace of Xuan Dynasty, which really makes people sit up and take notice."
Lei Tianhe's expression suddenly changed, "Who are you?"
Jiao Xiaoliu slowly turned around and waved to Lei Tianhe in a friendly manner, "Hi, we haven't seen each other for a long time."
When Lei Tianhe saw Jiao Xiaoliu's face, his eyes suddenly widened, "Ghost, ghost, ghost..." He said the word ghost several times, but stopped when he came into contact with Jiao Xiaoliu's cold gaze.
The muscles on my body were twitching constantly, and it really felt like I was seeing a ghost.
Feng Qianchen, who had been standing outside the circle, said coldly, "Get out of the way." The guards surrounding Jiao Xiaoliu and Feng Qingchen suddenly felt a chill running down their spines and involuntarily moved out of the way.
Feng Qianchen walked leisurely to Jiao Xiaoliu, "How did you know him?" In his memory, this man was not called Lei Tianhe but Gongsun He. He came to the palace three years ago.
As a bodyguard, he was sent by Feng Ruixuan to protect Murong Qing because of his outstanding martial arts skills. If he is Lei Tianhe from the Qing Kingdom, then what is his purpose in coming to the palace. Thinking of this, Feng Qianchen's eyes turned cold.
