Has the imprisoned husband served his sentence?

The Queen readily agreed to such a simple matter, and soon the letter was sent to the Second Queen's Mansion and handed over to Feng Qiuyan.

There is no unnecessary language in the letter, only three short words.

Feng Linjun! !

Looking at those three words, Feng Qiuyan's pupils shrank slightly, and the letter in his hand instantly turned into ashes.

"Mu Chenyin!!"

boom……

The table in front of him was broken into two halves. Feng Qiuyan's expression could no longer be described as ugly. His eyes were burning and his teeth were clenching.

Mu Chenyin, Feng Junyue! You have the guts! You are so kind! After pretending to be "obedient" for so long, he finally showed his sharp teeth.

The days ahead are so long, my good sister, let’s wait and see! !

After Mu Chenyin agreed to stay, the Queen couldn't wait to find Ye Chuchen.

Under the Queen's persuasion, Ye Chuchen reluctantly stayed.

However, the Queen would not be so pretentious as to think that he was doing it for herself.

If it weren't for her little nephew Mu Chenyin, I'm afraid her young husband would never stay in the palace again.

In the dark night, a black figure passed over the towering palace wall like a ghost, dodged the patrolling guards and the secret guards hiding in the dark, and quickly flashed into Mingchen Palace.

Feng Changhuan lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, hoping in his heart that Master would come and take him away.

When he heard the movement, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he immediately stood up and looked at the person.

"Master?"

"Chang Huan, it's me." The person pulled off the scarf on his face, revealing a face as gentle as jade.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Feng Changhuan's eyes, and then he said with a hint of surprise: "Sister Sanhuang? What are you?"

"Chang Huan..." Feng Changhuan stepped forward and hugged him hard, her trembling voice full of heartache and worry, "I heard that you are on a hunger strike, and that you are not going to die soon, this palace... I am very worried. "

Feng Changhuan was slightly startled, what kind of hunger strike? Why is life so short?

Just as he was about to speak, Feng whispered: "I know you don't want to marry the eighth princess, Chang Huan, come with me, and I will take you away."

Before Feng Changhuan could react, Feng Qingyu had already pulled him to the door. After he reacted, he immediately stopped, pushed Feng Qingyu anxiously, and said in a low voice:

"Sister Three Emperors, please leave quickly and leave me alone. If you are caught trespassing into the palace dressed like this, I am afraid that even ten mouths of words will not be able to explain it to you. When the time comes, Empress Feng and the First Emperor Sister will appoint a murderer for you. You may be charged with lewdness in the harem, please leave quickly..."

Feng Qingyu held his hand, her eyes locked on him tenderly, with unabashed affection inside.

"Chang Huan, please stop liking Young Master An Ye, okay? Look back at Sister Three Emperors."

"Sister Sanhuang, you..."

Feng Changhuan was startled by the affection in her eyes, and hurriedly retracted her hand, her heart tightly lifted in the air.

Feng Qingyu sighed, "Chang Huan, I love you!"

She has liked this fourth emperor brother from a long time ago.

She also knew that Chang Huan was not the biological son of the Queen Mother and Ye Guijun at all.

She and Chang Huan were not siblings at all, and had no blood relationship at all.

She never regarded him as her younger brother, but he only regarded her as the third emperor's sister.

Does this fool think that there is no man around her because she doesn’t like men?

She did that just because her heart was already full of him and could no longer accommodate other men.

She Feng whispers, all she wants in this life is Feng Changhuan!