It was quiet for a while under the pavilion. Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and looked at the lost person who was looking at the sky.
"Queen, since your life is so unsatisfactory, why don't you go back?"
The queen looked away and looked at her with a calm expression: "Where should I go back?"
"Fengxi Country."
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips, "Are there your parents there?"
The queen shook her head and took the teapot to pour tea.
"I heard that my royal brother is also seriously ill and has died. At this time, the palace is in a mess, all for the sake of the throne."
"If there is an afterlife."
The queen looked into the distance again, "I hope I can be born into an ordinary family."
"No matter which country you are in, there can be no harmony in the harem. Don't let yourself get involved in this kind of right and wrong just because of the immediate interests."
The queen looked at Feng Jiu'er and curled her lips slightly.
"Are the Queen worried about me?"
Feng Jiu'er also smiled lightly, "I am already a married woman. This is impossible in this life."
"oh."
The queen raised her eyebrows, "I really can't tell."
"However, it can be seen that Xiaofeng lives a very happy life."
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and lowered her head to pick up a piece of pastry.
"It's okay."
She blushed slightly and nodded, "He is very good to me, and I love him very much."
"Then where is the person the Queen loved back then?"
The queen's face turned pale, and her lips pursed slightly.
"He is the general of Fengxi Kingdom and a brave man. Unfortunately, he has never married and has no children. It was me who delayed him."
"ah?
That’s such a shame!”
Feng Jiuer let out a long breath.
She pursed her lips and continued: "If the general is still waiting for the queen, the queen can give her a try."
The queen sighed, picked up the cup, and took a sip of tea.
"Impossible."
She shook her head helplessly, "I am the queen of the Phoenix Clan. No matter where I go, this identity will not change."
With a "clang" sound, the queen put the cup down.
"The world is so unfair. Things that some people hope to hold in their hands all their lives are trampled under their feet."
This was the first time that Feng Jiuer saw hatred in the queen's eyes.
She leaned forward and gently held the queen's hand.
"Queen, as long as you live, there is hope."
"You are not even afraid of death, why are you still afraid of living?
What's more, the Queen clearly knows that the General is still waiting for you."
"Leave the palace, leave the Phoenix Clan, or you may have to live a life of escape."
"But, in life, you must live for yourself!"
"I think it's worth dying in the arms of the one you love than living at the feet of someone who doesn't cherish you for the rest of your life!"
Feng Jiuer let go of the queen's hand, stood up and blessed herself.
"You have overstepped your bounds, please forgive me, the Queen."
When the queen reached out to help her, Feng Jiuer took half a step back.
"One more thing, I hope to be forgiven by the Queen."
The queen frowned slightly and asked softly: "What is it?"
"Back to the queen, in fact, the medicinal powder in Xingui's hands was also made by my own people."
"The villain did not expect that the medicinal powder would flow into the harem and even harm the Queen."
Feng Jiuer bent her legs and knelt down: "Please forgive me, Queen!"
"Get up."
The queen personally helped Feng Jiuer.
Feng Jiuer stood up and sat down in his seat with the queen.
"The Queen is not angry?"
she asked in a low voice.
"Life is not easy, as long as you are not bent on harming others."
The queen shook her head.
Feng Jiuer breathed a sigh of relief. She would definitely not be bent on harming others. She wanted to save her father, so she had to use some means.
"Thank you, Queen."
Feng Jiuer picked up the chopsticks again.
The queen looked at the girl eating cakes and said nothing.
The sun disappeared, and the sky really sank.
The queen wanted to return to the palace, and Feng Jiuer followed her back.
The harem was very quiet, as if what happened today never happened.
Feng Jiuer said goodbye to the queen, got into his carriage, and left the palace with Jian Yi.
At night, Feng Jiuer went to the temple again.
This time, the people following her were not only Jian Yi but also Qiao Mu.
Three men in black kidnapped a young monk in the backyard.
Feng Jiuer's short knife was pressed against the young monk's neck.
"Tell me! Where does the monk in your temple who usually makes cakes for the Queen live?"
Feng Jiuer's deep voice sounded.
"Here, there are two monks who make cakes for the Queen. I don't know what you are talking about..." The young monk shivered in fright.
"Older."
Feng Jiuer continued.
"That's Brother Nian. He, he lives in the third wing over there."
The young monk pointed to a row of houses not far away.
"Sir, spare your life! I said everything, don't hurt me."
Feng Jiuer looked forward, retracted the short knife, and slashed the young monk on the back of his neck.
The young monk fell to the ground.
When Feng Jiuer left, she sprinkled some medicinal powder on the young monk's face.
"When he wakes up, he won't remember what just happened."
"Jianyi, you stay outside to keep watch while Qiao Mu and I go in."
Jian nodded and gently touched his toes. He flew up and landed steadily on the roof not far away.
Feng Jiuer and Qiao Mu looked up at him at the same time, and then they walked towards the wing pointed by the young monk.
In the dead of night, when the side room was pushed open, it was dark inside.
Feng Jiuer and Qiao Mu looked at each other and were about to get closer when the voice of a middle-aged man came from the couch.
"Who are you?"
He is very calm and shows no fear at all when people suddenly come in at night.
"I heard that thirty years ago, you worked as a servant in the royal kitchen of the palace. Is this true?"
Feng Jiuer suppressed her voice and asked.
"No."
The man responded calmly, "Those are just self-aggrandizing words. If I really entered the palace, why would I leave?"
"Because you know something you shouldn't know!"
Feng Jiuer's tone was a bit serious.
The man remained silent, and there was silence in the room.
After a while, Feng Jiuer asked in a deep voice: "Are you acquiescing?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
The man responded indifferently.
"Prince Ye is about to be driven to death, how long do you want to pretend to be ignorant?"
Feng Jiuer swung the short knife.
When the sword wind passed, the curtains were opened and hung on both sides of the bed.
A bald man with scars on his face and head appeared in the sight of Feng Jiuer and Qiao Mu.
The moonlight shone in, and Feng Jiuer could clearly see the man's general appearance.
The man looked at Feng Jiu'er, who was holding a short knife, and said softly: "You are still young, let's go."
"Go to a quiet place and live a good life."
"I'm not afraid of death!"
Feng Jiuer stared at him, "You're not afraid of death, are you?"
"If you were afraid of death, you wouldn't have changed your appearance and hidden yourself in this dangerous place thirty years ago."
In the blink of an eye, Feng Jiuer had already arrived at the bedside and put the short knife against the man's neck.
