Xue Lingqiao was left to supervise the country, while Feng Qingchen came with Leng Jiu.
When he saw this house, an indescribable emotion seemed to well up in his heart, which seemed to attract him to enter step by step.
The house was empty, but it was obvious that they left in a hurry. In An Yi's room, the quilt was not folded, and the clothes in the cabinet were scattered in a mess.
Feng Qingchen sat on the bed and looked at the room.
The room is not big, but very cozy. The bed is covered with a warm autumn-colored Butterfly Lake tent. There is a pair of plum blossom style foreign paint small tables on both sides, with a small round box of gold-carved lacquer double-headed peonies placed on it. You are under the window. The kiln beauty goblet is filled with plum blossoms in full bloom.
Feng Qingchen felt that the plum blossoms were very dazzling, so she couldn't help but stepped forward to grab them, opened the window, and wanted to throw them out.
Outside the window was a patch of evergreen bamboo, with ups and downs. The aroma of red made him feel very comfortable and familiar, and it actually alleviated the irritability caused by the plum blossoms.
Feng Qingchen lowered her eyes and discovered that there was a pile of paper next to the beauty goblet, with the words dragon and phoenix written all over the paper.
Feng Qingchen took it and looked at it carefully. Judging from the strength of the pen, it should be written by a novice.
"This should be the calligraphy that Madam practiced. The young master's calligraphy is much prettier than this!" Leng Jiu stood aside. Seeing Feng Qingchen looking at him in ecstasy, he couldn't help but step forward and said.
Feng Qingchen put down the words and finally found a fine tea set in the corner.
In the whole room, it seems that this tea set is the only thing that can be seen as belonging to him, because the tea set is an antique and fine porcelain, and that woman would not be willing to use such a good thing.
"Sir, Yun Zhinan is here!" Leng Jiu said cautiously.
Feng Qingchen turned around and left the room and went to the flower hall.
In the flower hall, Yun Zhinan, Long Ziling, and the Yun family¡¯s master and wife were all standing together, all looking worried.
Now Yun Baibi and Mrs. Yun know about Feng Qingchen's amnesia from Yun Zhinan. Before this, Feng Qingchen was the famous God of War, King Guangping, who killed without blinking an eye. In addition, what happened with Tian Qing and Tian Kui, Yun Bai Bi was really afraid that Feng Qingchen would turn over old scores.
Feng Qingchen sat on the Grand Master's chair and looked at the four of them coldly.
¡°Uncle Emperor, how are you doing recently?¡± Long Ziling saluted first.
Yun Baibi immediately saluted with Mrs. Yun.
Feng Qingchen glanced at Long Ziling, and Leng Jiu quickly told Feng Qingchen's ear about Long Ziling's origin. He frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice: "Why did you, a noble princess, marry someone like this?" Common people?"
Long Ziling was stunned and looked at Yun Zhinan. He couldn't explain it.
When Mrs. Yun heard this, she immediately became unhappy. She raised her eyes and said, "Your Majesty, please don't say that. My Nan'er used to be a great Imperial Master. She is a perfect match for Princess Ziling!"
When Yun Baibi heard Mrs. Yun contradicting Feng Qingchen like this, he quickly poked her secretly with his elbow.
Mrs. Yun is a hero among heroines. Although she is afraid of Feng Qingchen, she is also the most protective of her son. Naturally, she will not let others belittle her son!
Feng Qingchen sneered: "National Preceptor? Is he the National Preceptor from the previous dynasty?"
When Yun Baibi heard this, he quickly knelt down and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, please don't blame women who can't speak! Nan'er has resigned and returned to his hometown a long time ago, and before the emperor attacked Northern Qi, our Nan'er was The Emperor has forgotten all those who followed the Emperor?"
Feng Qingchen raised her eyes slightly. At this moment, Leng Jiu used the fine tea set to make tea. Feng Qingchen held the white jade porcelain tea cup, clasping it bit by bit, and pulling the tea leaves.
Yun Zhinan raised his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Whatever the emperor wants to ask, just ask, there is no need to embarrass the two old people!" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com