Feng Wu calmed down. She still knew that there was only one person who could do this, her husband.
"Sui He, has something happened?" Poria had just returned from the palace when she heard Feng Wu's exclamation.
When Xiaopang saw Poria coming, he became invisible.
"Poria." The first thing Feng Wu saw when he saw her was to check her pulse.
"I'm fine." Fu Ling allowed Feng Wu to move, with a smile in her eyes.
Feng Wu felt relieved after personally confirming that everything was fine.
"How are things in the palace going?"
"Feng Chuze died in front of the palace, Feng Chuyi was injured, and all the clues about this matter point to Southern Xinjiang." Fuling checked Feng Qiming's body before leaving the palace.
"Southern Xinjiang." Feng Wu chewed these two words in his mouth.
"What do we need to do?" It's like there is a pair of hands behind this pushing everything.
Feng Wu shook his head: "Let's just wait and see what happens. Feng Qiming knows what to do. All we have to do is wait for Feng Chuyi to take action. Once the account book incident comes out, it is impossible for him to do nothing."
"Well, do you want me to keep an eye on the Song family?"
"You just came back, take a good rest for a few days. There are some things you don't know yet? Don't think about doing things as soon as you come back. Don't be in a hurry." Feng Wu raised his eyebrows and looked at Fuling. He always felt that there was something different between her eyebrows.
Feel.
Fu Ling laughed: "In this situation, how can I rest assuredly? But you have said so, so I will temporarily slow down the matter at hand and understand it more clearly before talking about it."
"Well, that's right."
At night, cicadas chirped in the courtyard, and from time to time the sound of frogs croaked.
Feng Wu looked at the moonlight outside the window, and placed his right hand on his heart, feeling its beating: "What exactly is your husband going to do? How can he have his own power of action if he is controlled? But the wizard who controlled Feng Chuze
The Gu technique was indeed created by her."
It was a quiet night, but there was a lot of excitement in the cold palace.
This was the first time last night that I allowed my eyes to move while I was awake. Looking at the beams on the house, the hatred in my eyes gradually deepened.
When it was over, everyone frowned and didn't say a word. Mu Chen naturally noticed something unusual.
He stroked her face with pity: "What's wrong, Wan'er?"
Su Wan stood up and put on her clothes expressionlessly, walking towards the dressing table with numb eyes.
Picking up a peony hairpin sent by Mechen: "This peony is carved so lifelike that it reminds me of a person."
Holding the hairpin, Su Wan walked towards Mu Chen step by step, with an aftertaste in her eyes that made Mu Chen linger.
Su Wan dodged directly, and the hand he stretched out had a smile in his eyes.
Under the puzzled eyes of Mu Chen, he held the peony hairpin to his throat.
Mu Chen's expression changed: "Wan'er, what do you want to do?"
Amelia Su sneered, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes: "What do I want to do? What can I do?"
Mu Chen looked at her nervously: "Put it down and let's talk about anything slowly."
Su Wan pressed against her throat and tightened her pressure: "Ever since I was born, everyone in my family has said that I look exactly like my late aunt."
As he spoke, he looked at Mu Chen with scarlet eyes and a hint of excitement: "I allowed you to humiliate me, but you called my aunt's name. Are you right, Mu Chen?"