MTL - Heyday Love: A Heaven-sent Husband-v3 Chapter 2731 See the true monarch

Thinking that she still begged him, Feng Slave could only bear it blindly. She said that she had brought all the dishes on the table except for porridge. +++All Tanmei novels: www.novelbuddy.como

Feng Qiang gobbled it up. It was the first time he knew that the meals for patients in the hospital were so delicious.

How did he know that this is a ward, and the meals served are made by five-star chefs, and the ingredients are carefully selected. Although it looks ordinary, it tastes completely different from ordinary dishes.

Feng Nu Qiang endured his nausea and drank the bowl of porridge. He looked up and saw that Feng Qiang had almost eaten, so he wiped his mouth and asked: "Who is my biological mother and why are you my biological mother?" father?"

Feng Qiang didn't even wipe his mouth. He burped and lay halfway on the hospital bed. "How can I not be your biological father? You look so much like me! Only a fool like Yang Yun can be deceived like this. Long!"

"Then my biological mother, who is it?"

"Don't mention that **** to me! If it weren't for her, how could I be in debt!" Think about how much money I spent on that massage girl, and she actually ran away with someone, so he was angry!

He was sincere to her at the beginning, and even willingly abandoned Yang Yun for her. He didn't expect that she would wear a green hat to herself. If he didn't look back for Yang Yun in time, he was afraid that he would end up with a lonely family!

This woman is really vicious, Pan Jinlian alive!

"If you don't want to say anything, I will immediately tell Yi Feng to stop your medicine!" Feng Nu is no longer the little girl who was slaughtered before. After these things, she has already undergone a radical change. What's more, now that she has Yi Long and Yi Feng backed up, she will not be afraid of the strong wind.

Feng Qiang didn't expect him to be so old and threatened by Feng Slave.

At the beginning, he tried every means to think of this best of both worlds, which could keep Feng Slave by his side and seal Yang Yun’s mouth. But something he never expected, Yang Yun actually said that the wind is not his. Your biological son!

Isn't his Feng Family really endangered? This raised woman is more cruel than the other, and more calculating than the other!

When he was optimistic, he had to find Yang Yun and let her give himself an explanation!

"Your biological mother is a masseuse in the massage room. I also met her by chance! Originally, I had no interest in her, but she kept pestering me..." Feng Qiang said There was a deliberate pause here. When he was young, he was also long, suave and handsome. o Otherwise, why would she and Yang Yun be willing to follow him with all their heart? If he looks ugly, he can't make Feng Slave so beautiful!

Feng Nu ignored his deliberate display. She knew Feng Qiang thoroughly, and only blind women would look at him. Yang Yun is true, and so is her biological mother.

"You know, this man chasing a woman is separated by a mountain, and a woman chasing a man is naturally separated by a layer of yarn. How can I stand her enthusiasm, and I will soon get better with her. I will treat her well. , I will buy whatever she wants. I will earn if there is no money. I will borrow if I don’t earn it! Later, she was pregnant, so she didn’t work in the massage room. I rented her a house and prepared to go home. Yang Yun got divorced. Who knew she told me that she was willing to be the woman I was outside without being named. As soon as I heard that there was such a good thing, I didn’t doubt it. I didn’t know that she ran away after giving birth to you. , And took away all my money. I couldn't throw you away later. You can only lie that I picked it up and brought it home."

The bright moon is high, the snow is in abundance, the night is vast, and the sky is white.

Lan Qing'er was holding the tea cup, her eyes fixedly looking forward, the tea in her hand was cold, but she didn't take a sip.

In the twentieth century, she had never seen a real sword dance, and she was all in it. But now, she often sees her husband dancing swords.

I have seen people dance swords, but I have never seen such a shocking sword dance!

As if fast if slow, as if slow if fast, the power of the whole body seems to be condensed on a point, the sword dances with the air, under the light of the pure Jun sword, there seems to be a halo around it, and the outside of the halo is slow The flow of aura, the sword dancer wore white clothes, the cloud hair was high, the eyebrows were picturesque, the clear water, those clear eyes,

There is a sharp light, focused and contemplative, as if everything in the world can be seen under these eyes, as if the spiritual energy of the sky and the earth are all living with him, although the movements are slow, one move and one move, but all The mystery is endless.

So handsome, good-looking! Lan Qing'er was very excited, and Feng Yu Mo danced with her sword. She was really handsome, so handsome that she was dumbfounded.

The sword light flashed, a closing gesture, and the breath returned to his dantian, Feng Yumo slowly took a sigh of relief, put the pure Jun sword into the sheath, and walked back into the house.

There was no trace of snowflakes in that white dress!

Lan Qing'er quickly handed over a cup of hot tea, Feng Yumo took it, glanced at Lan Qing'er, put down the tea cup in her hand as if thinking of something, took her to drink, took a sip, and frowned, "What? Is the tea cold?"

"Eh?" Lan Qing'er was stunned, then smiled and said, "Forgot to heat it up. Neto"

Feng Yumo couldn't help but smile: "Forgot to drink it, why would it be hot if you don't add tea."

"Uh...oh." Forgetting that there was no microwave in ancient times and it could not be heated...

"This set of swordsmanship is what you learned from sword characters?"

Feng Yumo nodded: "The way of heaven and earth, the two qi of yin and yang are used to make all things, the way is made, the qi is born, there is yin and yang in the word sword, and the momentum is completely integrated. The sword technique of my husband is based on the word sword. "The brushwork is done," Feng Yu paused when he said this: "I don't know whether Zhou Chengyuan recognizes her husband's account."

"If he doesn't agree, it is deliberately making things difficult," Lan Qing'er said: "This set of swordsmanship is so subtle, how can ordinary people understand it, anyway, I can't understand it."

Feng Yumo chuckled softly, "Qing'er's words are polite. With Qing'er's ingenuity, how can there be any reason for not comprehending."

"I'm not kidding!" Lan Qing'er said seriously: "Because I am not good at kendo, I don't have much research on swords."

A bright light flashed in Feng Yu's ink eyes: "Qing'er, you like it, I will teach you later."

"Okay!" Lan Qing'er's eyes were gleaming, what a chance!

Early the next morning, I heard the voice of a car from outside the palace of the crown prince, Alan came to report, and people from Zhou's mansion came.

Lan Qing'er raised her eyebrows and wondered about the sincerity of Zhou Chengyuan this week. If it is said that it is not sincere, then this car does not have to be driven over. If it is said that it is sincere, how can Feng Yumo be asked to visit his house in person?

Wait a minute, could it be that Zhou Chengyuan set up a trap in the mansion to wait for Feng Yumo? !

Thinking of this, Lan Qinger's heart tightened, turned back to the room, and brought all those secret weapons with him. If something really happened then, at least he would be able to protect himself.

When she came out, Feng Yumo was already waiting for her at the door of the room. Today he wore an ice-blue robe, his long hair was pulled up with a hosta, and the remaining hair was draped smoothly on his waist. There is a pure Jun sword in between, with picturesque eyebrows and thin red lips. Under the reflection of the snow color, the intuition is that the immortal is coming to the world.

But Lan Qing'er frowned. Although the weather is warmer, are the clothes on Feng Yumo warm enough? !

He shook his hand and found that his hand was warm and warm, so he let go. Feng Yumo's clothes should be enough.

Feng Yumo put on her a mink robe and pulled her hand into the car. The two of them sat tightly together. Feng Yumo helped her organize the clothes around her neck from time to time.

"If the collar is higher, it will be warmer." Feng Yumo murmured softly.

Lan Qing'er couldn't help laughing: "Qing'er is warm enough, and Qing'er is still wondering whether your Highness's collar should be higher."

After the conversation, the two looked at each other and smiled, with deep affection in their eyes.

After a while, he arrived at the Zhou residence. When the two got out of the car, Lan Qing'er couldn't help being surprised when he saw the relief in front of Zhou's Mansion!

God, how is the Nine Dragons embroidered on the wall? ! This week Chengyuan is brave!

Even the decorations outside the Crown Prince's Mansion have never seen anything as arrogant and explicit.

Perceiving that Lan Qing'er's expression was wrong, Feng Yumo held her hand tightly and shook her head lightly.

"When I enter the mansion later, I will forget everything in Mr. Zhou's mansion after reading it. Do you remember it?"

Lan Qing'er nodded, secretly thinking that Chengyuan was really powerful this week, and the rebellious heart was carved on the wall, and the emperor wouldn't do it anymore.

The two entered the mansion. This Fei Zhou residence had three steps, one pavilion, ten steps and one pavilion. People are in awe.

After a long corridor and passage, the two followed the servants for about a quarter of an hour, and finally stopped at a garden.

In the garden, the dancers danced with long sleeves and long sleeves. She was slender, her eyebrows were flowing, she was fascinating. The petals were falling everywhere, at first glance it seemed like the beauty of heaven and earth, forgetting the troubles of the world.

A banquet is already prepared in the garden, and there is a person lying on the main seat. He is dressed in black gold and black robe. The face is as sharp as a knife. He looks very beautiful. The eyes are very sharp, and there is a faint bloodthirsty color, as if only a glance. It can make people wiped out.

Looking at this person, Lan Qing'er couldn't help thinking of the demon lord of hell, probably not much different from him.

The servant stepped forward and respectfully saluted: "Master, the crown prince and concubine are here."

Zhou Chengyuan made a slight expression, looked lazily at Feng Yumo and Lan Qing'er, sat up reluctantly, adjusted his clothes, stood up and said to the two of them: "A certain Zhou Chengyuan, I have seen Your Royal Highness, Your Royal Highness."

"Mr. Zhou is polite. The person who has been demoted is very humble. Mr. Zhou doesn't need to pay such a big gift."

Zhou Chengyuan smiled coldly, but straightened up. When he saw Lan Qing's childhood, his eyes lit up, but he quickly recovered his calmness. He greeted him with his hands: "Please come in, please."

When the two of them sat down, they saw that some small servants took down the original refreshments and offered fresh ones. A few small servants were making tea on the stove next to them, and the two small servants brought them to the stove and put them on the stove. Beside the two of them, the tea was boiling, and the fragrance was lingering. The servants made tea for the two of them and stood aside respectfully.

"His Royal Highness, Your Royal Highness Princess Chu, please tea." Zhou Chengyuan raised the tea cup.

The two also raised their tea cups and took a sip of fragrant tea.

Fragrant and rich.

After drinking the tea, Zhou Chengyuan let out a long sigh of relief. He looked at the dancing dancer, his eyes were confused, and Lan Qing'er felt nauseous instinctively.

Feng Yumo put down the tea cup and patted her hand gently.

He knew what she was thinking.

When the dancers danced, Zhou Chengyuan clapped his hands and shouted in ovation. All the dancers surrounded him, and they were all right to show Zhou Chengyuan.

Zhou Chengyuan was very useful, pinching this and touching the other, the language was very obscene, and Lan Qing'er blushed and eagerly watched.

I have seen a woman who is horny, and I have never seen so many women who are **** once!

"His Royal Highness, these beauties were all sent by His Royal Highness the Second Prince. What do you think? Are you going to make it?" Zhou Chengyuan narrowed his eyes.

Feng Yumo smiled faintly, "Of course the emperor's brother gave Mr. Zhou the best."

"Hahaha!" Zhou Chengyuan laughed and said, "His Royal Highness, these beauties have already tasted this last night, and they are very sexy. Would you like your Royal Highness to take a few home and enjoy the blessings of the people together with His Royal Highness?"

Lan Qing'er's face changed as soon as she said this. Zhou Chengyuan was really shameless and bold. Let alone say that she was here, even if she was not here, she would definitely not be able to say such a thing.

Throw the beauties you've used to Feng Yumo? Based on this, he should be killed immediately. No one can do it!

Feng Yu's eyes darkened slightly, but the smile on her mouth remained the same: "Can these women be compared with the concubine Chu? Mr. Zhou, you are the imperial concubine of the Dragon and Phoenix Kingdom, so mediocre?"

As soon as he said this, Zhou Chengyuan's expression changed, and he quickly stood up and apologized: "His Royal Highness, it was Zhou who said the wrong thing, sorry."

Feng Yumo smiled coldly, Zhou Chengyuan felt boring, and the beauties were frolicking.

Here, Feng Yumo and Lan Qing'er communicated in silence. Later, Zhou Chengyuan himself felt boring. He summoned the beautiful woman and sorted out her clothes: "Your Majesty, may I ask if the calligraphy and painting of the sword character are included? coming?"