Feng Qingchen took the divorce letter and was stunned for more than half an hour before opening it and reading it.
It was written by An Yi himself. Each stroke was like a knife carving, firmly engraved on his heart.
Was he wrong to do this?
Feng Qingchen held her arm.
Now, although his arms cannot feel hot or cold stimulation, they can still follow the instructions of his brain and move freely most of the time. But just now, when An Yi threw him the divorce letter, and when he was about to strangle Yun Zhinan to death, why didn't he listen to his command? Is the loss of these six senses still selective? But why are these choices not good for him, or will he really be swallowed up by Dragon Breath's ambition after slowly losing his six senses?
"Sir, my wife fell into a coma when she returned home. Master Xue is brewing medicine!" Leng Jiu came in and said.
Previously, Feng Qingchen was worried about An Yi's body and asked Leng Jiu to secretly follow An Yi's carriage back to the house.
"What did you say?" Feng Qingchen quickly stood up.
"It's said that Madam was actually more dangerous the previous time, when I almost killed Mr. Yun. Didn't I disappear all night? That night, Mr. Xue sent someone to find Mr. Guo, saying that Madam's injury was very serious, but Mr. You don¡¯t know where you went, and none of us could find you. Later, my wife finally got through it. We saw that my father was always in a bad mood, and we didn¡¯t dare to tell you This time, my wife was so excited that she even wrote a letter of divorce. When I left the camp, I felt a little unsteady and leaned on Xihuang's arms. Even when I got into the carriage, Mei Ge helped me get up. It looks like the situation is very bad, very serious"
Before Leng Jiu finished speaking, Feng Qingchen had already rushed out.
Leng Jiu quickly caught up.
It was already late at night when Feng Qingchen returned to the house. He stood outside An Yi's window and looked at the candlelight inside. He hesitated and just stood under the window.
Just when he was hesitating, he saw A Yi coming with Xue An.
The lantern carried by Ah Yi reflected Xue An's high spirits and triumph.
Feng Qingchen frowned and instinctively hid behind the pillars.
He didn¡¯t want to see Xue An because he was afraid that Xue An would ask about the entrustment.
Now that An Yi is in the room, he doesn't want to make An Yi angry or sad anymore.
It¡¯s just that Xue An entered the inner courtyard so late
When Feng Qingchen reacted, she watched Xue An enter An Yi's room.
Feng Qingchen¡¯s face suddenly fell. He paused, gritted his teeth to endure the anger in his heart, and slowly approached the window.
An Yi's voice sounded in the room, seeming to be discussing how to control the water.
Feng Qingchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. It was business, but it was so late, in the middle of the night, and she was alone. Did she have to say it at this time?
Feng Qingchen couldn¡¯t help but step forward and get closer, trying to see clearly what was going on inside from the window.
There was a small gap in the window. Through the window, he could only see the half-withered roses on the window, just like his mood at the moment. Only the green bamboo under the window was still standing tall, and it was as clear as if it had been washed by water.
Suddenly, the two people in the window seemed to be getting closer and closer
Feng Qingchen became alert when the voices of men and women talking came from inside.
"I hope you can become a good emperor!" An Yi's voice was full of encouragement and tenderness. Feng Qingchen was a little annoyed. She was so fierce to him before, but now she is so gentle to Xue An?
"You even made Xiaodouzi the crown prince. If you can't protect your country well, what will you pass on to Xiaodouzi?"
What? Are the two plotting against his son? Feng Qingchen frowned fiercely. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com