Chapter 225: No drama, extremely disappointed

I finally found an opportunity to send my daughter to the dragon couch, and now I'm fine, and I'll be fooled by the wayward and noble master.
Feng Zhentian was unwilling to say anything. He rode the dragon scale horse directly to the imperial city, and found the leader and asked.
"Prince Feng, the Emperor is in a bad mood tonight, you shouldn't mess with it." The leader's lessons!
Almost was not shot into a horse honeycomb by the emperor's eyes!
"Father-in-law, what happened to the emperor?" Feng Zhentian shoved a gold card into the hand of the chief eunuch.
After the chief looked at no one from side to side, he lowered his voice and said, "Somehow, the emperor has been staring at two things tonight.
"What?" Feng Zhentian suddenly felt uneasy.
"A stone of transmission and a secret book of cultivation." The chief said truthfully.
Feng Zhentian pumped his forehead fiercely, "Just two?"
He thought it was a woman's token to the emperor or something.
It turned out to be only a stone of transmission and cheats.
What's so nice about these two things?
After returning from the palace, Feng Zhentian went straight to the courtyard where Feng Linger lived.
Emperor Fuyao saw Feng Zhentian coming from a distance. He immediately turned around and walked out of the courtyard to confess to Feng Linger, "Miss, master, he's here!"
"Father is finally here!" Feng Linger frowned, unable to hide his excitement in his expression, and hurried out of the boudoir to meet the wind-shattering sky.
"Linger, why haven't you slept so late?" When Feng Zhentian entered the hospital, he saw Feng Linger with a smile on his face and asked subconsciously.
Feng Linger groaned, "Daddy, didn't you let your daughter wait in the boudoir?"
As soon as this was mentioned, Feng Zhentian's old face pulled down. "It's not going tonight, Linger, let's rest early."
"What ?!" Feng Ling'er's small face suddenly pulled down. "What's the point?"
"It just came from the palace that the emperor was uncomfortable tonight, so I didn't summon you." Feng Zhentian had to lie a kind lie, lest his baby daughter be too sad.
Feng Linger was anxious as soon as he heard, "Ah, the Emperor is sick ?!"
"It's okay, it's just too tired to worry about state affairs recently, the doctor said, the emperor needs rest." Feng Zhentian laughed.
"Is the emperor all right?" Feng Linger looked worried.
"It's okay. Dad went to the palace just now. The emperor has rested and fell asleep." Feng Zhentian lovingly touched Feng Linger's head. "Linger, it's late, you should go to rest too."
Feng Linger breathed a sigh of relief, "The emperor is fine!"
It's just that she is dressed up for nothing tonight.
Feng Zhentian looked a little happy at the beginning of her baby daughter's expression, which was a little funny.
I have never seen the emperor admired like this. If one day I see the emperor ’s stunning beauty, Linger will not be able to sink in a panic?
"You two serve a good young lady." Feng Zhentian glanced sternly at Di Fuyao and Xiaorou.
"Yes!" The two answered in unison.
When Feng Zhentian glanced over Di Fuyao, he froze slightly.
The girl's eyes were unyielding, bright and transparent.
Among these girls, they are outstanding, but unfortunately they are slaves.
"Daddy, can my daughter see the emperor again tomorrow?" Feng Linger asked Feng Zhentian holding her, looking forward with anticipation.
"Tomorrow ... I'm afraid tomorrow will be impossible, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow will be when you enter the palace to see the emperor, so you must raise your body for the past two days, you know?" Feng Zhentian told.
"My daughter knows it!" Feng Linger answered.
After sending away the wind-shocked days, Feng Linger returned to his room happily.
As soon as I returned to the room, I was holding the picture scroll idiot. If there were no outsiders, Di Fuyao had no doubt that this idiot would be directly on the painting.
"The young lady really admires the emperor!" Xiaorou laughed.
"That's right, don't you look at how handsome our Beicha ghost emperor looks!" Feng Linger said with a frown, that proud look, like a crazy little fan giving his friend Amway his idol .
Emperor Fu glanced at the picture, and then just glanced at it.
The man painted on the scroll is very handsome, and Ye Zhongyuan has a six-point similarity.
"Boss, isn't this emperor the brother of Ergouzi?" Emperor Gou guessed.
Emperor Fu Yao nodded thoughtfully and echoed, "It's quite similar, but this emperor doesn't look as good as Ergouzi. The appearance of Ergouzi is called a stunning demon!"
At this time, she did not know that the man on the picture was Ye Zhongyuan.
It's just that Feng Feiyu's painting skills are not at home, and he only painted the six points of Ye Zhongyuan.
"It seems that the identity of Ergouzi is indeed the king of Beicha." Di Fuya said with certainty.
She thought about it again. In Beizha, it seems that there is not a lot of Wang Yeye who meets the identity of Ye Zhongyuan.
"Boss, your spring poison has been refined. When do you plan to feed Fenglinger?" Di Gouyou is more interested in this than the identity of Ergouzi.
"Feng Zhentian said just now that Feng Ling will enter the palace the day after tomorrow, so I'll feed her the day after tomorrow." Emperor Fu smiled.
"Boss, one day, will you continue to be undercover in Fengfu?"
"Well, I would like to take this opportunity to observe the environment of Fengfu and find the place where the wind ancestors retreat."
Although she used sky eyes to detect it before, she couldn't find the place where Feng's ancestors closed.
The ancestor of Feng is the master of Ning Zhen. She guessed that there must be a formation enchantment at his retreat location, so he could not find out with Tianyan.
If she can find it out herself, get back the Rakshasa sword, and then stir up the frustration of Fengfu chickens and dogs, it will be great.
"Miss, with your appearance, the day after tomorrow's draft conference, you will be shocked to be heavenly, and will be selected by the emperor to be our Queen of the North Brake!" Xiaorou complimented.
Obviously, this kind of horse fart is very useful to Feng Linger, nodding proudly holding the picture scroll, "That is of course, my father is still the prime minister of Beicha, and the emperor will definitely look at the hard work of Beifeng in my Feng family. I am sure I will not treat Miss Ben! "
In this regard, as the palm jewel of the wind family, she is extremely confident.
It is just too confident that the huge despair that will occur after falling from the cloud to is simply life-threatening.
Emperor Fu shook his head and stood with his head bowed, and a taunt of sarcasm passed under his eyes.
Not to mention that she didn't know the vision of Emperor Beicha. On the appearance of the emperor on the picture scroll, as long as a person with long eyes should be able to see that, with the appearance of Feng Linger, she was not worthy of Emperor Beicha.
Of course, if Emperor Beicha has a strong taste and prefers such a tone of Feng Linger, then there is nothing to say.
"Cuihua, come and squeeze the shoulders for this lady." Feng Linger suddenly called. "I took a long bath today and waited for the news from my father for so long. Miss's shoulders were sore and dying long ago. Come here and squeeze them. . "