MTL - Heyday Love: A Heaven-sent Husband-v3 Chapter 2732 Are you forced to be helpless?

Feng Yumo nodded, and took the calligraphy and painting to the servant, who respectfully presented it to Zhou Chengyuan. +++ Popular Tanmei Novels: www.novelbuddy.como

Zhou Chengyuan didn't answer: "Bring something to hang the calligraphy and painting aside."

The servant answered, took a stand, hung the calligraphy and painting, squinted for a while and said, "His Royal Highness, what do you see in the calligraphy and painting of XX?"

Feng Yu's eyes condensed, and he put down the tea cup and said: "This calligraphy and painting should be drawn by an expert. The sword character contains the exquisite sword technique, Yu is not talented. Just a little bit of understanding, but Yu has benefited a lot. ."

Zhou Chengyuan raised his eyebrows, took a sip of tea, and said with a slow expression: "A certain does not like court disputes, a certain indulges in pleasure, and his Royal Highness was removed from the position of the crown prince. Some also heard about it. Now he is the crown prince. Hanging, this piece of fat is quite a lot of people wanting to eat it. The king has a lot of heirs, but there are not many people who have this strength to fight for the throne. Moreover, the queen has relatives, except for her Royal Highness, the most powerful, He is the second prince."

Feng Yumo nodded: "Mr. Zhou is right."

"In the past, only the eldest son was passed on to the throne. In terms of seniority, that is not the second prince, but the second prince's biological mother is the queen, so your highness, your situation is very dangerous."

Feng Yumo smiled faintly: "Life and death depend on fate, wealth and wealth depend on the sky, everything but with the arrangement of his father, Yu doesn't like to fight, just wants to be an ordinary person and join hands with his beloved for life." At this point, Feng Yumo sees Lan Qing'er glanced at it, as if he had something to say, but he didn't say what he said.

Zhou Chengyuan smiled lightly and said disapprovingly, "It is better to forget each other for a lifetime. How much love in this world is truly long-lasting? As long as power and wealth are in hand, no woman can get it!"

Feng Yumo smiled faintly: "Maybe Yu has a different concept from Mr. Zhou. Mr. Zhou has today's achievements, and Yu is extremely admired."

"Hahaha!" Zhou Chengyuan said with a smile: "Since His Royal Highness can go to a certain mansion in person, Mou will speak straight, now His Royal Highness the Second Prince wants to win over me, so dare to say that if a certain helps someone, who will be the future king. It's a pity that the second prince is superficial. Honestly speaking, certain still admires you very much."

"Mr. Zhou praised, Yu is not ashamed to be."

"Dare you be the one who has the final say," Zhou Chengyuan raised three fingers and said: "As long as your Highness promises certain three requirements, you will help you ascend to the throne."

Lan Qing'er's eyes lit up as soon as he said this, and Zhou Chengyuan was very happy to do things this year. Net o

Feng Yumo said with both hands: "If you can get Mr. Zhou's help, Yu is grateful. If you have any requests, please say Mr. Zhou."

"Okay!" Zhou Chengyuan clapped his hands and said, "The first request, Mou has already made, please demonstrate to Zhou Mou the swordsmanship he has learned."

Feng Yumo pondered for a moment: "Okay!"

As soon as the good word came out, Feng Yumo stood up, holding the Chunjun sword and walking before the calligraphy and painting: "Then Yu will show his ugliness."

After he finished speaking, his eyes condensed, and he slowly pulled out the pure Jun sword. The glow of the firefly on the sword's edge was reflected on Feng Yumo's face, bringing out the sharpness under his gentle appearance, like an unsheathed sword, straight Draw the sky.

"His Royal Highness, that is Chunjun Sword?" Zhou Chengyuan asked in surprise.

Chunjun is a secret sword. How many capable people in the world want to get it, but the whereabouts of this sword has been unknown, and it was unexpected that it was in Feng Yumo's hands.

Feng Yumo nodded: "Yes."

"Why is this sword in your hand?"

Feng Yumo smiled faintly: "This is a gift from Grandpa Emperor, Yu has always been with him."

Zhou Chengyuan was silent, if he was thinking. Long Xiaotian is a generation of heroes, how could he give his sword to his grandson?

"Mr. Zhou, Yu Xian is ugly."

With a finger at the tip of the sword, his true energy is secretly destined, Feng Yumo swings his sword and dances, the point of the sword's edge, the power of which he rests, just like the way of the world, all within this sword move.

Zhou Chengyuan showed a look of surprise, staring at Feng Yumo's every move without turning his eyes, he was amazed.

Facing the sword

There are countless days and nights, even he should not be able to understand this set of swordsmanship. How could this gentle-looking scholar realize it?

Can't see it, really can't see it!

"Uh!" Suddenly, Feng Yumo's figure staggered, the sword style stopped, and his face was pale when he stroked his chest!

"His Royal Highness!" Lan Qing'er was shocked. Yu, who had been injured in his body, used the True Qi Dance Sword again. How could he stand it!

He supported Feng Yumo, and saw that the blood on his face faded, and a slight cold sweat oozes out, and he can't help but feel heartache.

"Stop dancing, go back to your seat and take a break."

Feng Yumo shook his head.

"His Royal Highness," Zhou Chengyuan's voice was very cold: "His Royal Highness wouldn't fool someone with this? Is that sword trick only half way through?"

Lan Qing'er's face sank, and Feng Yumo gently pushed her away: "Qing'er, go back to my seat and wait for me first, my husband is fine... uh!" Before he finished speaking, Feng Yumo's face became paler. Eyes swept to the burning incense burner that side...

This scent...

"No, you are like this, how can you dance the sword again!" Lan Qing'er was very anxious. Seeing Zhou Chengyuan's disdain, a flash of light flashed in his mind: "Mr. Zhou, my husband is unwell, can you let me? My husband finished dancing this sword?"

When these words came out, Zhou Chengyuan was even more surprised: "You can dance swords?"

"Yes," Lan Qing'er paused and said, "I have read and recorded this set of swordsmanship of your Royal Highness. Now that your Royal Highness is unwell, can I continue with the remaining swordsmanship?"

A strange look flashed across Zhou Chengyuan's eyes: "Okay, since Princess Chu said that he had seen it, and I remembered it, let the Princess Chu do the work for the remaining sword moves. Neto"

Feng Yumo's eyes darkened, and he squeezed Lan Qing'er's hand tightly: "Qing'er, let's go back if we can't finish the sword dance."

Lan Qing'er shook his head and said, "His Royal Highness, your sword is about luck. Qing'er knows it, so let me try it. Qing'er promises not to lose your face."

Feng Yumo frowned slightly: "My husband is not worried about this..."

"Since you are not worried about this, then it's okay. Your Royal Highness should watch Qing'er dance the sword for you. How about this?"

Feng Yumo groaned for a moment, sighed lightly, and nodded. Lan Qinger helped him back to the seat and handed him a cup of hot tea: "Drink this cup of hot tea first, and let it go for a while. Just come back."

With a touch of gentleness in his eyes, Feng Yu said softly, "Qing'er, don't force it."

"Well, Qing'er knows." Lan Qing'er shook his hand heavily, "Can you lend Qing'er the Chunjun sword?"

Feng Yumo smiled faintly, and put the sword in her hand.

Lan Qing'er took the sword and slowly pulled it away. The sword's light slid down like water, and she couldn't help but praised: "Good sword!"

Walking to the middle with a pure Jun sword, Lan Qing'er held a fist towards the two sitting in the seat and said: "Two, Qing'er is showing his ugliness."

After the words, her face was condensed, Chun Jun Jian drew a graceful sword light beside her, Lan Qing'er's figure moved with the sword, fast or slow, thinking of Feng Yu and ink dancing in her mind. She mimicked her sword moves one by one. She has a natural memory. Although she has not been able to remember her, she can still remember seven or eight. A set of sword moves is down, and she dances very smoothly.

Take a short turn, turn around, and close! Lan Qing'er leaned slightly and said: "The sword style is over. After all, it's not your Highness. This sword move is still not enough. I hope Mr. Zhou will forgive me."

Zhou Chengyuan clapped his hands and gave Lan Qing'er a thumbs up: "Yes, not bad. It's as powerful as the point of the sword, swallowing the mountains and rivers with anger, and the women won't let their beards and eyebrows. I admire you!"

Lan Qing'er smiled: "Since Mr. Zhou admires it, is this pass?"

Zhou Chengyuan glanced at Feng Yumo: "His Royal Highness does not show his face, and he was shocked. This beloved wife is a blessing for Your Highness."

Feng Yumo smiled faintly and said nothing.

Lan Qing'er bowed his hand: "It's just a set of sword moves. Mr. Zhou has passed the award."

After speaking, he walked back to the seat, shook Feng Yumo's hand, and carefully helped him get his pulse.

The breath is slightly weak, and it can be adjusted after a short rest. It should be fine.

Slowly infused the true qi into Feng Yumo's body, and after seeing a flash of surprise in his eyes, he returned to calmness, and his hands increased a bit more vigorously.

"Qing'er, there is nothing wrong with my husband, don't worry."

Lan Qing'er smiled: "Qing'er didn't worry much. If you worry, you won't be able to laugh."

Feng Qiang portrays himself as a loving, righteous and responsible father, but this is nothing in Feng Nu's eyes.

For so many years, she has understood Feng Qiang thoroughly. He is selfish and stingy. How can he really consider others, how can he be generous to others?

There must be some ulterior secret why her biological mother chose to leave!

"Then do you know where she went?"

"I don't know! I only know that she ran away with the wild man!" Feng Qiang said indignantly. He has been tracking her whereabouts secretly over the years. Whenever he finds any clues, he will follow the vines and find the woman. Give the green hat a beating first. But it is a pity that he has not found her trace after searching for so many years, she seems to have disappeared out of thin air! Now it’s okay to talk to Feng Nu, let her find it herself.

"Can you find it?" Hearing what Feng Qiang said, Feng Nu always felt that there was a reason for his biological mother's departure! She couldn't be the same person as Yang Yun. She wanted to find her and ask about some of the circumstances at the time.

"I can't find it anyway. If you can find it, you will find it! Now Yang Yun is gone, I'm a person, you can't leave me! I'm your biological father!"

Feng Qiang has always been a rascal, otherwise he wouldn't want to betray his daughter to pay off the debt!

Now Yang Yun is also running away, and there is no money around him. Feng Nu was a good man, and went to two wealthy children, and then followed them to eat and drink. Her hard life is over, so what about his?

"You ask them to arrange an idle job for me too, so that I don't starve to death."

Brother Dao's debt has been paid off, and he still has a small amount of money. The most important thing now is that he can mix in with a bite of rice.

But he had a broken arm, and now he is disabled, and he can't find work anywhere! He wouldn't necessarily let him go to the street to beg, he couldn't pull this face down.

"Bah! You have to point your face! I tell you, even if they agree, I won't agree!" Feng Slave knew exactly what role his father was. How could she allow him to entrap her savior?

Yi Long and Yi Feng thought they had talked in the ward for so long, and they should have said almost everything! In addition, Yi Feng was really worried about Feng Slave's safety, and as soon as he put down his job, he clamored to go back and have a look.

After they returned to the ward, seeing that everything was normal, Yi Feng patted his chest in relief.

Feng Qiang saw that his two small gold masters had returned, and immediately smiled and flattered. "You are Feng Slave's lifesavers, and I want to thank you for her! It's a pity that I have no money and can't buy anything to thank you!"

"I have to thank you. If you didn't sell her to Oriental Entertainment City, we wouldn't be able to save her! If it wasn't for you to owe others so much money, and others demand debts, we wouldn't be able to save her! You are her benefactor!" Yi Feng's words are full of irony, Feng Qiang doesn't mind that, as long as he can eat and eat, he can listen to any unpleasant words.

"Hey, I'm not forced to be helpless!"

"If you are forced to be helpless? If you are forced to be helpless, you can sell her? Why don't you sell yourself?"

He wanted to sell himself, but no one wanted him! He also wanted Yang Yun to sell it, but she cried and hung herself up and down, and refused to agree, so he could only put his mind on Feng Slave. Shao Feng is the only seedling in the family, and he never listens to him, and he can't make ideas on him!