"Your Majesty, if you want to ask anything, just say it. I will tell you directly."
A trace of surprise flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. This boy is quite courageous. He looked directly at Feng Ziqing, "Well, do you have a girl you like?"
Huh? Feng Ziqing looked confused, what's the fuss about? He thought for a while and finally nodded, "I guess so, I have a good impression."
The middle-aged man frowned for a moment, "Are you a disciple of Yuntian Sect?"
Feng Ziqing was startled, remembering those days in the inn where the palace ministers were checking back and forth. Before he could speak, the emperor in front of him asked again: "But one of the two people you told Yi'er?"
Feng Ziqing was even more surprised and subconsciously said: "Can all this be found out?"
When the middle-aged man heard this, sure enough, he wanted to make sure at first, but he didn't really want to know the result, but he had to ask. His mood was extremely complicated, so he asked around again and again.
At this moment, his eyebrows furrowed even more tightly.
"How far have you two reached?"
"Uh" Feng Ziqing recalled the battle in Misty Changlin and hesitated a little, but thinking that there was nothing he couldn't say, he answered truthfully: "I held hands once, but"
"What!!"
Before Feng Ziqing finished speaking, the middle-aged man glared angrily and said angrily: "How dare you! How dare you treat Xue'er lightly! Someone, take it down!"
Feng Ziqing hurriedly explained loudly and quickly: "It's not frivolous, it's not frivolous. I just held hands during the battle. The situation was urgent at that time."
As he spoke, his speech slowed down, as if he had realized something. When the guards gathered around him, he quickly shouted: "Wait!! I have something to say!"
The middle-aged emperor raised his hand and the surrounding guards immediately stopped and stared at the bold young man in front of him.
Feng Ziqing quickly asked the middle-aged emperor: "Who did your Majesty just say I was frivolous about? Xue'er? Miss Mingshan Xueming?"
"Nonsense, otherwise who would it be!" The middle-aged emperor suppressed his anger.
Feng Ziqing took a long breath, grinned and said: "Your Majesty has misunderstood. I have no physical contact with Miss Ming. The girl I like is not her, but her fellow senior sister. She is also the one holding hands."
The emperor's expression did not change, he stared angrily, obviously not believing it, and asked: "Then why did you talk to Yi'er about Xue'er at the end, and also emphasized that you have experienced life and death fighting together and have a deep friendship? Isn't this just for you to be able to enter?
I investigated the training ground in the back mountain, and I specifically emphasized that you told me, huh?"
Feng Ziqing suddenly realized that this was the reason, and the series of treatment he received after entering the palace yesterday could be explained.
He didn't want to hide his friend's confession, but it fell into the emperor's ears, but it turned out to be an ulterior motive. But no one can blame him, after all, royal suspicion has existed since ancient times.
"I have absolutely no intention of doing this. Your Majesty really misunderstood. Miss Ming has a unique technique. I think Your Majesty should know it. If I have other intentions, Miss Ming will notice it. How can we join hands to fight against the enemy, right?"
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When the middle-aged emperor heard this, he remembered that his daughter did have that unique ability. What this boy said was true. Xueer was very smart and would not be fooled by this person, and she was not the least bit sentimental.
Strange. It seems that he is confused because of concern. He was anxious and confused for a while.
Thinking of this, the middle-aged emperor's brows finally stopped frowning, but his expression remained unchanged. As an emperor, how could he easily admit his mistakes.
"Cough" the middle-aged emperor coughed lightly, then waved his hand, and the surrounding guards instantly dispersed and returned to their original positions.
"Young man, if you are honest, you won't even be able to leave this palace, let alone the place of cultivation."
Feng Ziqing cursed in his heart, but said with a smile on his face: "Thank you, Your Majesty, I don't know the training place in the back mountain, can I go and explore it?"
The middle-aged emperor returned to the steps and said calmly: "Don't worry, I already know what you want, but from beginning to end, it is all based on your mouth. Before entering, you need to have a token to prove it.
Tell the truth.”
Keepsake?
Feng Ziqing thought for a moment, took out the purple bamboo hairpin from his arms, and said, "Your Majesty, please see, can this be considered a token?"
The middle-aged emperor hooked his fingers in the air, and the purple bamboo hairpin detached from Feng Ziqing's hand and flew into his hand. He glanced at the bamboo hairpin and made a conclusion in his mind.
This object is a square-inch object made of middle-low-grade Ziluo bamboo. It is very common, but the two ancient Ziluo characters hand-engraved on the bamboo hairpin are extremely rare.
This kind of writing is generally only known by the children of the royal family of the Ziluo Kingdom who have specially studied it in order to not forget their roots. Outsiders rarely recognize it, let alone hand-carve it, and these two characters happen to be the word "Yu Li".
The middle-aged emperor threw the bamboo hairpin back and said: "The token is true and what you said is true."
Feng Ziqing reached out to catch it, put it back in her arms, and asked, "I don't know."
The middle-aged emperor nodded and said, "Tomorrow you will go with Yi'er. Today you need to see my queen. She has something to ask you." After saying that, he turned around and said nothing.
Feng Ziqing clasped his fists in thanks, and the eunuch who had been accompanying him led him out. As soon as he left the hall, the palace maid came up to him and said with a smile: "Master, please come with your servant, the queen wants to see you."
Feng Ziqing sighed in his heart, why is this like meeting parents? I really don't have that interest in Miss Ming.
In the pavilion, there were only the queen and the accompanying maids and eunuchs, Ming Shanyi had already left.
"I have met the queen." Feng Ziqing cupped her fists and saluted the soft queen.
"Sit down." The queen smiled lightly, looked at Feng Ziqing, looked up and down for a while, nodded slightly and said: "Yes, you are indeed a young talent. It is a good fate for Yi'er to be lucky enough to meet you.
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Feng Ziqing couldn't help but praise in his heart, listen, you are so good at talking, unlike that emperor, who was either a threat or a warning, there was no comparison at all.
He smiled and replied: "Your Majesty, you are so flattered. I am practicing in the next mountain. It is a great honor to meet His Highness Ming Er."
The queen's smile remained unchanged, and she was quite pleased with the young man in front of her. His appearance and conversation were acceptable, and he had a steady mind. His Majesty would not have spoken kindly and would have threatened you. Now he still has this temper.
He is calm and relaxed, and he seems to have experienced a lot.
If he can reach the third realm of Lingyun before Jiazi, he will be worthy of Xueer. Then he will be carefully cultivated by my royal family, and there will be no need to talk about his future. She asked Feng Ziqing to come over for no other purpose than to have a closer look.
This person’s conduct as a person, and by the way, I want to ask some questions about his daughter’s current situation.
Feng Ziqing explained in detail the story from his acquaintance to the sisters Yuntian to their separation in front of the queen. The latter listened carefully, with a smile on her face, and would say thank you from time to time to show her care for her daughter.
The two asked and answered each other, and the whole process was so natural that it felt like spring breeze. Feng Ziqing had to sigh again, those two brothers and sisters, who were born in this womb, really have nothing to say.
Time passed slowly. After the queen asked what she wanted to know, she thanked Feng Ziqing again, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Feng. You can go back and rest first. Tomorrow, Yi'er will find you in person and take you to the back mountain. As for when that time comes,
He will tell you what you need to pay attention to."
Feng Ziqing stood up and thanked her: "Thank you very much, Madam. I'll take my leave now."
The queen nodded with a smile and watched him leave.