"I'm sorry that I can't fulfill the request of the eldest princess. I'm a young man, so I'll see you off."
Feng Jiuqing waved her hand and wanted to leave.
The young man walked up to Nanyang tremblingly: "Eldest Princess, I... I will take you out."
"Master Imperial Master."
Nanyang looked at Feng Jiuqing's back and had no intention of leaving.
Her words were very calm: "I have been thinking about what you did to Nan Xing back then. Should I find a time to have a good talk with His Majesty?"
"What did you say?" Feng Jiuqing turned around suddenly and stared at him.
"Master Imperial Master, are you sure you want to say this in front of others?" Nanyang said with a smile.
Feng Jiuqing's fists were clenched tightly, and her pursed lips exuded a breath of extreme coldness.
The young man didn't know what to do, but now, it seemed that he shouldn't be there.
"Sir, slave..."
"Follow me." Feng Jiuqing turned around and walked towards the other exit of the altar.
Nanyang smiled happily and followed him with heavy steps.
Chu Qingge was behind the altar, and she knew that Feng Jiuqing didn't want her to hear it.
But, what exactly did they do to Nan Xing back then? Did they hurt Nan Xing?
Her five fingers tightened their grip!
Looking down at the weapon on his waist again, his mood became even more complicated.
At this time, Feng Jiuqing was not here and there was no one to trap her, so she should leave.
But she didn't.
She followed the secret passage and returned to the secret room.
After lighting the candle, the room became completely bright.
Just one glance made Qingge take a breath.
In my desperation just now, I didn't see clearly. I only knew that there were many portraits in the secret room.
But she didn't expect that the people in the painting were all Nanxing!
"Mom..." She ran to one of the portraits and looked at the smiling woman in the painting, her eyes wet.
Mom, this is obviously mom!
What's more, the gun was taken away from here!
Who can tell her what is going on? Is Nan Xing the mother?
Did her mother also travel through time like her?
Performed a mission and disappeared!
When her mother was five years old, her helicopter crashed into the sea while on a mission, killing everyone, but her body was never recovered.
So Qingge always believed that her mother was just missing, she was not dead, she must still be alive.
However, after eighteen years of searching, until she was twenty-three years old and became the youngest commander in the history of the war department, there was still no news about her mother.
Everyone believed that her mother was dead, but she stubbornly believed that her mother was still alive.
So now, can someone tell her that her mother is really alive and she has become Nanxing?
But Nan Xing, she is also dead...
The hope that finally rose in my heart fell into despair again in an instant.
If Nan Xing was really her mother, why did she let her die in ancient times?
Since it gave her hope, why should she despair again?
Qingge fell to the ground. As soon as she sat down, she didn't know how long she had been sitting there.
It wasn't until a gust of wind blew and she raised her hand to wipe it that she realized that the tears on her face had never dried.
She really, really misses her mother.
Putting the gun back to its original position, she walked out of the secret room.
The door to the secret room slowly closed after she left.
She ignored it, and even after walking out along the secret passage, she still didn't leave.
After groping along, we arrived at a small courtyard.
The small courtyard where Feng Jiuqing lives.
Looking up, under the moonlight, in the pavilion, a person was holding a wine flask and drinking wine.
The cool wind blew on his white robe, with blue silk and white silk, which made him feel indescribably lonely and lonely.
