Emperor Qiwen cherished Long Feiyan so much... Something flashed in Feng Jiu'er's head, but the flashing speed was so fast that in an instant, the thought, which was so weak that it was almost non-existent, disappeared.
Xue Gu's words brought her back to reality: "Is it possible that Nanmen Ye was behind it, and even Nanmen Rong didn't know about it?"
"It's unlikely. Nanmen Ye and Nanmen Rong have a deep love for each other as father and daughter. Nanmen Rong may not cherish his father very much, but Nanmen Ye absolutely loves his daughter. No matter what he does, it's impossible not to
Discuss with Nanmen Rong."
"And what Nanmen Rong wants to do must use Nanmen Ye's power. In this case, what reason does Nanmen Ye have not to go all out, but to do something behind his back?"
"Are you sure this person is still in the court today?"
Xue Gu stared at her.
Feng Jiuer was not sure, but she had a hunch that the answer to some things would be found soon.
"No matter what, since I've fallen in, I can't leave halfway."
She put down the cup and stared at Xue Gu: "I must find this person!"
...In this dark place, Nanmen Rong didn't know how many days he had been staying here.
Hasn't her Heng'er come back yet?
Why haven't you come to save her until now?
Her father is paralyzed and there is no hope for her. Her brother only knows how to seize power and does not care about her life or death. Now, she can only rely on her son.
However, the son never came.
On the third night, she finally waited for someone to see her, but it was a palace maid she had never seen before.
Qingzhi took her out of the darkroom, turned a few corners, and threw her directly into a room.
It was just an old room, but it was better than the darkroom before. At least, I could see everything around me clearly from the light seeping in from the window.
Probably because I had been in a place where I couldn't see my fingers for two days and two nights, my eyes had become accustomed to the darkness. Now that I was exposed to light all of a sudden, I felt a little uncomfortable.
She squinted her eyes and finally saw the figure sitting in the wheelchair clearly. This figure was so familiar! "Who are you?"
As soon as Nanmen Rong opened his mouth, he realized that his voice had become hoarse to the point that he was like an old woman in her seventies! "Nanmen Rong, don't you even remember me?"
The masked woman sitting in the wheelchair smiled slightly and stared down at Nan Menrong's pale and bloodless face.
This voice... Nan Menrong looked at the veil on her face, and the shock in his eyes was revealed bit by bit. In the end, it turned into fear! "You... you..." How is that possible?
How is it possible! Impossible! Why didn’t she die?
Why is she still here?
Why?
The masked woman raised her slender hands and finally took off her veil.
That smiling face, that flawless face, that fair face with a little bit of paleness due to living indoors for many years, is exactly the same as before! "Why, why... you look like...
You...why haven't you aged at all!"
In the end, what made Nan Menrong resentful the most was her face that had remained the same for more than ten years! "Oh, you are still the same as before. What you care about most are always these trivial things."
The woman looked at her dirty face lightly and waved her hand: "Qingye, give the Queen a mirror and let her see what she looks like now."
Qingye was already prepared. He took out the mirror from his sleeve pocket and brought it to Nanmen Rong: "Empress, do you still remember me?"
"You..." Nan Menrong subconsciously took the mirror over, but looked at Qingye and thought for a long time, really a long time.
Suddenly, her pupils shrank, as if she had seen a ghost, and she stepped back fiercely: "You... aren't you already dead?
How are you still alive?
Are you a human or a ghost?
You..." "Of course you want me to die! Because I was stabbed to death by your swords, how could I still be alive?
Oh!"
Qingye sneered and looked at her condescendingly: "Queen, should I return the wounds you stabbed me with one sword at a time?"
Nan Menrong was panicked, really panicked, because she had really pierced this woman's body with one sword after another, stabbing her at least a dozen times! Blood flowed all over the floor, and she had no breath.
He should have died on the spot! Why are he still alive?
How could she live?
There was a clang, and the mirror in his hand fell to the ground. Nan Menrong picked it up subconsciously, and accidentally saw his own face in the mirror.
"Ah..." She screamed. She never thought that she would be so old now! No, she is not old at all. She still looks like she is in her twenties. Otherwise, she can only
Are you qualified to be with Ah Jiu?
Isn't she still very young?
All the maids and nuns said that she was exactly the same as before, and her appearance had not changed at all. They all said that she was still so young! Her father often said that she was always so cute and would always be his darling! Everyone said that she was beautiful.
She was as beautiful as a flower. None of the little girls who had just entered the palace could compare with her! She raised her head again and stared at the face of the woman in the wheelchair. Suddenly, her heart trembled violently.
It's exactly the same as before... It turns out that this is what it means to truly never grow old! Her face, and his own face... Nan Menrong picked up the mirror again and looked at his own face in the mirror.
Before seeing the woman in the wheelchair, she really felt that she was well-maintained and that she had not aged a bit in more than ten years.
But now...she looked at her own face, and then at the face of the woman in the wheelchair, and her heart collapsed bit by bit.
Why...why are there so many fine lines at the corners of her eyes without the cover of rouge and gouache, why are the bags under her eyes so big, and why are there fine lines on her face?
And her neck, why are there wrinkles on her neck?
This skin... why is this skin so dull?
But looking at the other person's face, there are no fine lines at the corners of her face or even on her neck! Her eyes are crystal clear, her skin is as smooth as snow, her facial features are delicate and small, and her whole face is still so pure.
Like a girl in her teens or 20s! "Why?"
Nan Menrong almost went crazy, staring at the woman in the wheelchair, his heart was trembling, his lips were trembling, his fingers were trembling, and even his body was shaking.
"Why, why is this happening..." What about her beauty?
Isn't she the most beautiful woman in the harem?
What about her innocence?
Doesn't she still look like a girl in her early twenties?
