One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

"Mr. Feng, have you said goodbye to the lord?" A Zhuo saw Feng Lingshu coming in, his expression was not very good, "Is... what happened?"

"It's fine." Feng Lingshu shook his head: "Thank you for taking care of me during this time."

"This is what a little one should do. Your face is not very good, are you really okay?" A Zhuo worried.

Feng Lingshu touched his face and forced a smile: "I'm fine."

"Young Master Feng." Qiao Yi appeared outside the door, "The carriage is ready."

"good……"

Feng Lingshu took the burden from A Zhuo's hand, and followed Qiao Yi out of the mansion.

Feng Lingshu lowered his head and walked unhappily.

Qiao Yi is not good at urging him, so she can only follow his steps.

"grown ups."

Feng Lingshu raised his head, just in time to see Ling Qiong and Yi Chu walking side by side, and he looked away again.

He went to her just now, not to say goodbye.

But……

She was chatting and laughing with other people.

Ling Qiong reached out to grab the bundle in Feng Lingshu's hand: "I'll take you out."

"Don't bother your lord." Feng Lingshu avoided her hand, his voice was low, and his resistance was very obvious.

Ling Qiong pursed her lower lip, withdrew her hand, and said indifferently, "Send him away."

Feng Lingshu froze for a few seconds, then strode away, Qiao Yi scratched her head and hurried to catch up.

"Master, he..."

"none of your business."

"No, I want to say, I saw him when we were talking just now."

"???"

…

Feng Lingshu sat in the carriage, his eyes were inexplicably sore, he raised his hand and rubbed it, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.

But he couldn't say why he felt uncomfortable.

Is it hard for a man who imprisons himself?

No……

no.

When the carriage started, Feng Lingshu hugged his bag tightly. He was about to leave here and go back home.

The experience during this time is like a dream...

"Feng Lingshu."

The carriage stopped abruptly.

The curtain of the car was lifted, and then a figure jumped up, Feng Lingshu looked at her in shock.

"Did you see me talking to Yi Chu just now?"

"..." Feng Lingshu lowered his head: "Yes."

"Why don't you come over?"

"You talk to others, I used to be bad."

"Yi Chu will enter the palace in a few days and become His Majesty's husband. I am discussing this matter with him. I have nothing to do with him." Lingqiong spoke quickly, "Don't think about it, you know?"

Feng Lingshu probably didn't immediately react to these words, and his expression was a little dazed.

"I'm just explaining to you." Ling Qiong was about to get out of the car, and she looked at him with complicated and reluctant eyes: "Take care of yourself."

See how easy it is to live without a father!

I don't know what is good or bad!

It's good to taste the bitterness.

What Feng Lingshu has seen the most in the past few days is her calm appearance, not her current state...

There will inevitably be some strange throbbing in my heart.

Impulsively want to say something.

"Joe..."

Ling Qiong paused, and looked at him with a little light in his eyes.

Feng Lingshu pursed his lower lip, then lowered his head again, "Lord Qiao, take care too."

Ling Qiong sighed in disappointment and got out of the carriage.

The carriage moved again, Feng Lingshu sat quietly for a few seconds, but couldn't help but lift the curtain and look behind.

That person was standing outside the house, under the backlight, he couldn't see the expression on her face clearly.

Is it calm, or reluctance, or something else.

Feng Lingshu lowered the curtain and retracted his head.

"I should go home and get out of here..." Feng Lingshu hypnotized himself in a low voice.

It was wrong for her to imprison herself from the beginning...

But just now she purposely came to explain to him, and he admitted that at that moment, he was happy.

Feng Lingshu raised the curtain again.

It's a pity that the National Teacher's Mansion is no longer visible.

The carriage crossed the long street and headed out of the city.

The car curtain swayed with the wind, and occasionally the scenery outside could be seen.

When he was about to leave the city, Feng Lingshu suddenly caught a glimpse of a carriage parked on the side of the street.

Standing beside the carriage was a man dressed in brocade clothes, orchids and jade trees, exuding the nobility of a son of aristocratic family.

What Feng Lingshu cared about was that face.

like……

The man seemed to be aware of it and looked over at him.

The eyes of the two met without any accident, but it was only for a moment.

Feng Lingshu leaned back, and the car curtain fell at the same time, blocking the view outside.

In Feng Lingshu's mind, for some reason, he remembered what Zuo Li had said.

Prince Jianing...

He should be right?

Feng Lingshu thought of those people in the backyard of the National Teacher's Mansion. Everyone... more or less, had some similarities.

Who are they like?

The son of Jianing?

Feng Lingshu's mood was like riding a roller coaster, with ups and downs, and now he is very uncomfortable.

After arriving in the suburbs in a daze, Qiao Yi stopped.

"Mr. Feng, I'll send you here." Qiao Yi's expression was a little weird. It can't be said that he was gloating, but he still felt that he didn't know what to do. "Here are some things prepared for you by the adults. There are maps and money inside."

Qiao Yi brought in a bundle and put it inside.

"Young Master Feng, take care." Qiao Yi cupped her fists.

"Qiao Yi..." Feng Lingshu stopped Qiao Yi.

Qiao Yi: "Mr. Feng, is there anything else?"

"I appeared in the National Teacher's Mansion because of my face?"

Qiao Yi was beaten by Ling Qiong before, so she dared to talk nonsense, so she could only ask back, "Why does Mr. Feng think so?"

"Can't you answer me?"

Qiao Yi squeezed out a 'kind' smile: "If Mr. Feng wants to know, you can ask the adults face to face."

Feng Lingshu: "..."

Qiao Yi left a certain distance and gave a signal, but someone appeared after a while.

"My lord said, you only need to protect in secret. You can make Mr. Feng suffer a little bit, but you can't endanger your life."

"yes."

Qiao Yi dismissed the guards, sighed, and walked into the city.

My lord, why bother.

Anyway, it won't make any waves if it's locked in the mansion, so why let it out.

He also sent out the hidden guards sent by His Majesty...

Qiao Yi didn't know that those hidden guards were protecting Feng Lingshu.

Qiao Yi shook her head and walked towards the city gate with a sigh. A group of people galloped past the city gate.

This group of people was extremely arrogant, Qiao Yi helped a mother-in-law next to her who was almost hit, and frowned and looked over there.

Riding a horse in the street...it doesn't seem to be in the street.

Qiao Yi scratched her head, ignoring this matter, and hurried back to the house.

…

Her Majesty the Queen's wedding, from the announcement of the matter to the holding of the ceremony, only took one month.

Yi Chu changed from a man in the rivers and lakes to the youngest son of General Lin who was raised outside.

Old General Lin did have a young son who was in poor health since he was a child and was kept in a monastery without anyone seeing him.

But the youngest son died at an early age.

This news was only known to the Lin family, so no one doubted Yi Chu.

Old General Lin has made great military exploits and has been loyal and loyal for generations. He is a man who should be respected three points by the previous emperors.

His son was chosen by His Majesty to enter the main palace, so no one really has anything to say.

And Yi Chu's current seniority is higher than that of Her Majesty's sweetheart.

Her Majesty the Empress didn't know how Ling Qiong persuaded Old General Lin, but she was quite satisfied with the result.

She has selfish motives, but she is also relieved that Yi Chu has not been wronged.

——Ten thousand krypton is empty——

Ling Qiong: They are all on the same starting line, how come the queen has already progressed to get married? My cub ran away?

Little Fairy: It’s not because you don’t have enough monthly passes.

Lingqiong: ...