"Is this true?" Princess Anqin's expression suddenly became excited.
Qin Dong curled his lips and smiled and said loudly, "A gentleman's words!"
"Okay! Then just wait!" After saying that, Princess Anqin turned around and left, with a sense of crispness in every move she made.
"Princess Anqin seems to have misunderstood you." After Princess Anqin left, Pang Qiu came over and said. [
Qin Dong smiled freely and said, "Misunderstandings are always inevitable, just talk it over."
Pang Xiu said with a sense of guilt, "Mr. Qin, you have suffered so much grievance for Brother Feng. Pang Xiu would like to thank you." From Pang Xiu's tone, she clearly regarded herself as Feng Lang's wife, which made Qin Dong even developed a good impression of Pang Xiu.
When Pang Xiu mentioned Feng Lang in the past, although she was full of love, she never overstepped her bounds and maintained the reserve of a girl. But now that Feng Lang's life and death are uncertain, Pang Xiu has changed her past and regards herself as Feng Lang's wife, which shows her sincere love for Feng Lang. It also makes Qin Dong see Pang Xiu's affectionate and righteous side, and is grateful that Feng Lang can marry him like this. Woman, feel happy.
"What are you talking about, sister-in-law? Brother Feng and I have become brothers. These are what I should do."
Qin Dong called her sister-in-law directly. Although Pang Xiu's expression showed a hint of embarrassment, she still nodded slightly, apparently acquiescing to Qin Dong's title.
"Sect Master Pang, sister-in-law, you go back first, I still have something to do."
After Qin Dong said goodbye to Pang Qiu and Pang Xiu, he went to the palace quietly.
At this time, the palace was enveloped in an atmosphere of grief.
Leng Weidong, as the leader of the Golden Warriors, had a high prestige. Now that he died tragically in the Imperial Prefect's Mansion, the five thousand Golden Warriors were all filled with grief and anger. As Leng Weidong's direct disciple, Princess Anhui cried so hard that it was heartbreaking.
With tears in her eyes, An Xi tried to pull Princess An Hui up from Leng Weidong several times, but failed. In the end, she had to tap Princess Anhui's dark pussy, causing her to fall into a temporary drowsiness to prevent her from crying.
"Qin'er, where did you go just now?" Emperor An Xi calmed down and looked at Princess An Qin who had just returned from outside.
Princess Anqin looked dazed and didn't know what she was thinking. Emperor An Xi asked the question for the third time before she came back to her senses.
"Uh...Brother, I think it's better to let Master Leng be laid to rest as soon as possible." Princess Anqin did not answer Emperor An Xi and changed the topic.
Emperor An Xi didn't think much about it and said sadly, "Master Leng has worked hard for our royal family all his life, and now he has given his life for the royal family. I have decreed that Master Leng will be buried in the imperial mausoleum to accompany the late emperor!"
Being buried in the imperial mausoleum is the highest honor for every golden warrior. Emperor An Xi's arrangement was a good explanation for Leng Weidong. Princess An Qin nodded in agreement.
Although Emperor An Xi had a good idea, it was a pity that some people disagreed.
Just as the funeral procession was about to set off, Wu Xiu led a group of Qianlong Guards and almost forced their way into the palace.
"Wu Xiu, do you want to rebel?" Looking at the arrogant Wu Xiu, Emperor An Xi's eyes spit fire.
"Don't dare!" Wu Xiu bowed slightly and replied. He said he didn't dare, but his expression didn't mean he didn't dare at all. [
"Then what are you going to do?" Emperor An Xi pointed at the Thousand Dragon Guards brought by Wu Xiu, whose number was no less than five hundred.