Chapter 65: The Princess's Little Wife (33)

The night is heavy in the East Palace.
When Xiao Shizi withdrew from the main hall, his entire back was wet with sweat.
His Royal Highness, who has always been tolerant, is now condensed and his face sinks like water.
Strange way, it is said that people who are most afraid of good temperament will get angry, which really makes people afraid to show off.
Even Ye Feng Shen Su held his breath, not daring to make any movement.
In the hall.
Song Pianzhen stood under the window, looking up at the moon.
It was nearly August 15th, the moon was almost full, but in Song Pianju's eyes, it was cold.
Feng Yuexian walked over and closed her cloak.
Although the two of them had bathed and changed their clothes, Song Pianzhen seemed to be able to smell a trace of mud on Feng Yuexian's body, lingering.
Her eyes darkened slightly.
In the afternoon, once the tomb was found to have been excavated, it was necessary to open and confirm
Confirm whether the prince's body is still inside.
Such a move had to be done, but it inevitably made the prince belittle again.
There is no wind outside the window.
Song Pianzhen stripped away her emotions. She looked straight at the night, sensible and calm, and said humanely behind her:
"They didn't take the emperor's brother away, there must be a later move."
As soon as this happened, the situation was imminent. Seeing Song Pianzhen put his mind back in front of him, Feng Yuexian could not help but pity the little princess even more.
He didn't even have time to be sad.
"I have asked someone to investigate the leaks of the Tao Family." A killing intent flashed in Fengyue's free eyes, "Check from King Chu."
"Thank you."
"Luo Chen is inside Chatao's house." Song Pian said.
Having said this, Feng Yuexian said:
"If you press and not send, you can only wait for the opportunity."
And the best time--
Needless to say, it must be the upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival.
Originally they were in the dark, and the King of Chu was in the light, and took the initiative.
And this time, it was as if the two sides were reversed, and Donggong suddenly fell into a passive situation.
On the carriage returning to the palace, Song Pianzhen was tired and slept. When Feng Yuexian was alone, he thought about how to break the game.
If it were her, Xu would use tactics, turn passive into active, and follow the trend.
Although Dali never had a female emperor, the Kai Dynasty emperor of the previous dynasty was a woman, and was used to appointing female officials. Later, the trend faded, but female officials never disappeared.
Until decades of wars and chaos, Dali succeeded in unifying the world and establishing a capital.
Dali is a world defeated in troubled times. Men are naturally more capable of making contributions on the battlefield. Therefore, when Dali was reborn, he seemed to abandon the concept of "female officials".
It is not difficult to remind them of this memory.
Feng Yuexian's ascending to the throne was pretending to be unfair and stealing imperial power, but Song Pianzhen was different.
When Song Duan's identity is revealed, there is no more prince in the palace.
And Song Pianzhen is an emperor, and she is a daughter from the palace.
For Feng Yuexian, the current situation is worth a try.
But she was not sure what Song Pianzhen thought.
Although you can give it a try, you have to withstand pressure from all sides. In particular, Song Pianzhen also replaced the crown prince. He was an accomplice and deceived the emperor.
The struggle against the patriarchal monarchy is bound to be tough.
Although Song Pianzhen has ideas, he usually chooses mild methods. This time...
Feng Yuexian couldn't bear to force her, but now that the matter has come, he still has to ask:
"Do you have a plan in your heart?"
Song Pianzhen was speechless for a while.
Feng Yuexian stared at her thin back:
"We can also send the prince away. When the king of Chu rises, the emperor must send someone to verify his body."
"At that time, King Chu will definitely get involved." Feng Yuexian said, looking down, her voice gradually slowing down, "Although it's a bit difficult, it's not that there is no possibility of concealing the sky and the sea--"
"It's too difficult." Song Pianzhen suddenly said.
Feng Yuexian paused, raising her eyes to look at Song Pianzhen.
Song Pianzhen finally turned to look at Feng Yuexian, her clothes flamboyantly.
Her eyes are calm, like a clear lake under the calm moon, her eyebrows dyed firmly and resolutely:
"Since it is destined to be difficult, it is better to rush through it frankly."
Feng Yuexian seemed to feel it.
Song Pian closed the window and shut everything out.
She left the window and looked for a carved red sandalwood chair to sit down.
"The possibility of concealing it is too small, and the possibility of keeping it hidden is even smaller."
Song Pianzhen is like a statement, and it is indeed a statement.
She was standing in front of the window just now while waiting for the evaluation and analysis of 09.
In addition to the analysis of the situation, there is more importantly an analysis of the acceptance of this dynasty.
Data is the basis for high-precision decision-making, Song Pianzhen has always believed in this.
"If I insist on breaking through this level."
Song Pianju's tone was calm and brief. She raised her face slightly and looked at Feng Yuexian:
"How about Yuexiandang?"
The moonlight shines through the soft smoke, softly spilling the brilliance. And because the moonlight is cold at first, it expresses the meaning of coldness and refreshing.
The light in Feng Yuexian's eyes was thicker than the moonlight, and she looked at Song Pianzhen like this almost obsessively.
Song Pianjiao is still thin and weak, but like a thin bamboo, with a very beautiful and flexible.
She stood firmly in the wind and rain, and the bamboo leaves were washed by water and became more handsome.
Feng Yuexian approached and took Song Pianju's hand.
Song Pianjue's gaze also followed the holding hands.
It seems that this is a good sign, Feng Yuexian should advance and retreat with him.
In the next instant, Feng Yuexian knelt down on one knee in front of her.
Song Pianzhen opened her lips slightly.
Feng Yuexian Gu bowed her head and gently kissed the back of Song Pianju's hand.
In the hall where the candle shadow was shaking, Song Pian was delicate and feminine, with her head hanging slightly, watching Fengyue's free hair.
Feng Yuexian is cold and charming, and unbeatable, but willing to be at the disadvantage and put the other party in a high position.
Song Pianxiu sat on the chair, and they shook hands in one place, resting on Song Pianxu's knee.
Feng Yuexian kissed it, as if kneeling down on Song Pian's legs, Qingsi leaned down from Song Pian's legs, her hair hanging on the ground, curling up.
Intimate and lingering, close and dependent.
Feng Yuexian is focused and pious.
She worshiped her king to show her surrender.
She will use the sword in her hand to kill all the ghosts and ghosts in the world for her.
"Leave it at your fingertips."