Feng San's heart skipped a beat: "Madam, why...why would you ask such a question suddenly?"
The deep meaning in Lou Qingwu's eyes became stronger, she is almost sure now that Feng San definitely has something to hide from her, and it is also related to the adoptive father he said: "It's nothing, just ask casually." She lowered her eyes, Lou Qingwu bent over and got on the soft sedan: "Go back."
Feng San hastily responded, and when the curtain fell, he patted his heart suddenly and breathed a sigh of relief.
Mei Yu gave him a strange look: "Feng San, what are you doing? Why are you talking like a god?"
Feng San was startled, immediately withdrew her hand, and stared at her: "What's wrong with me? I don't have anything! Hurry up and go back, Madam has been out for a long time, so she must be tired."
Mei Yu still felt that he was really weird today, but she didn't say anything more, she asked the bearer to hold her up, and hurried back.
The sedan chair swayed slightly as it moved, and Lou Qingwu's eyes became extraordinarily deep in the darkened space. Li Yuan has secrets, and even Feng San has secrets, and I'm afraid they all have something to do with the so-called adoptive father. To find that person, they had to find the adoptive father of their senior brother. And the last place the senior brother went to was Xiliang Palace, so who is this adoptive father in Xiliang Palace
Her eyes sparkled and moved slightly, Lou Qingwu clenched her fists, no matter who it was, she must find her senior brother, even if the senior brother really...she still needs to know...why
Feng Sanyi returned to the inn to send Lou Qingwu back, and immediately went to Li Yuan's room, and when Li Yuan opened the door, his expression changed: "Young Master Li, have you found out what happened to you back then?"
Li Yuan was taken aback, looked behind him vigilantly, and pulled him in: "Why did you suddenly think of asking this?" Feng San felt reckless after following him in, but he was very anxious now, he He even began to really agree with Madam's statement that the Lord is really not dead. After all, if you want to find a person who looks similar, it's really not difficult. In the East Palace, there is a fake prince who looks very similar to the prince.
Thinking of this possibility, his heart trembled: "Young Master Li, do you think it is possible that the Lord is really not dead?"
Li Yuan froze when closing the door, and then turned around: "Why did you suddenly ask such a question today?"
Feng San sat down with a dazed expression: "Today I went to the pawn shop with my wife, and then met the crown prince and side concubine back to the palace, and heard some bad news."
Li Yuan's eyebrows twitched: "Oh? What news?"
Feng San: "The crown prince is going to choose the crown princess." Feng San became excited when he said this: "You know, Mr. Li, that the crown prince in the East Palace is a fake, and the lord knows it too, so how could it be true? Choose a concubine for him? In addition, something happened to the master, but the master doesn't seem to know it at all, so, is it possible that the person who died was not the master, but the fake prince?"
Li Yuan shook the hand behind his back. He never thought that Feng San, who is usually so stupid, could actually think of the truth at a critical moment: "Did you tell Madam this?"
Feng San shook his head: "How dare I? If the news is false, wouldn't it make Madam even more sad?"
Seeing his wife sad, he was also sad. If the master said it was gone, it would be gone.
He still feels that all this is like a dream.
Li Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, walked up to him, and sighed: "This matter is still being investigated, but no matter what, you should not tell Madam about it, if it is false, it will only make Madam more sad." As for the selection of the crown princess, maybe the Lord has his own plans."
Feng San replied with a dazed expression, I hope so.
Li Yuan's peach-blossom eyes grew a little brighter, and then he walked over and patted him on the shoulder lightly, but there was a gleam of light in his eyes.
At night, in that garden, Li Yuan came as promised, standing behind the man in black, his eyes downcast to cover a glimmer of light in his eyes: "Feng San seems to know something."
The man narrowed his eyes, and there was a sharp sharpness in his cloudy eyes: "How do you do things?"
Li Yuan said expressionlessly: "This matter was not leaked by his subordinates. When he went out with his wife, he happened to meet the crown prince's side concubine returning to the palace. He heard about the selection of the crown prince's concubine, so he thought more about it. It happened that Feng San thought of the truth."
Killing intent flashed across the man's eyes: "The woman also knows?"
Li Yuan hurriedly said: "No, she doesn't know, Feng San didn't tell her because she was afraid that it might be fake."
The man snorted, "They're all a bunch of idiots!"
Li Yuan didn't seem to hear, just asked: "Ye... how is the prince doing now? Why do you suddenly want to choose the princess?"
The man seemed very proud: "Naturally, he has been persuaded and he is willing to stay. So, those people are useless, go back and kill that Feng San."
Li Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his head in a frown: "But, they are all the prince's people!"
The man raised his head slightly coldly, and slowly took off the veil on his head, revealing an old face. It was the Emperor Xiliang, and he narrowed his eyes: "What? Li Yuan, you are going to disobey my words Yet?"
Li Yuan's eyes were horrified, and he immediately knelt down on one knee: "No, my subordinates dare not."
Emperor Xiliang snorted: "I'm sorry you don't have the guts. I can train you to this position, and naturally I can destroy you, so you'd better be honest. When the child is born, do you know what to do?"
Li Yuan's face turned pale, and he clenched his hands on his knees little by little: "This subordinate... knows."
When he returned to the inn, Li Yuan's footsteps were a bit vain, and his peach blossom eyes were rarely stained with seriousness. He entered the backyard he had wrapped up, and saw Feng San walking towards him with a piece of cloth from a distance. Seeing him, he smiled: "Young Master Li, have you gone out? I thought you were in the room?"
Li Yuan opened his mouth, his voice a little hoarse: "Why haven't you slept so late?"
Feng San patted the cloth in his hand: "The madam is sewing a small dress for the little master, and if half an inch is missing, I will go to the storeroom to get an extra piece of cloth. Mr. Li, I will send it to the madam first, and you will also take it." Go to bed early, it's getting late."
Li Yuan clenched his fist, then loosened it, and when Feng San was about to walk out of his sight, he finally asked, "Feng San?"
Feng San hugged the cloth and turned back: "Young Master Li? What's the matter?"
Li Yuan's Adam's Apple rolled up and down twice: "It will be delivered in a while, come to my room."
Feng San was taken aback: "Ah? Oh, okay, I'll go there later." After speaking, seeing that Li Yuan was fine, he walked towards Lou Qingwu's room. After knocking on the door and entering, he handed the cloth to Mei Yu, who took the cloth and muttered, "Feng San, you are getting lazy, why did you take so long to get the cloth?"