Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

Feng He, wearing a phoenix crown and a bridal robe, was carried by Cen Feiyu all the way back to the emperor's residence.

The living facilities of the previous emperor are still preserved here.

The palace was filled with smoke, and furnaces used for alchemy could be seen everywhere, as well as many rare and exotic medicinal herbs.

It can be seen that the emperor has long since stopped caring about state affairs and has been seeking immortality.

Cen Feiyu frowned in disgust. The palace servants beside him could read people's expressions, so he immediately signaled and had people move all these things away.

Everything used by the late emperor was quickly moved out of the palace, even the sheets he slept on and the chairs and cushions he sat on were taken away.

The entire palace suddenly disappeared like a north wind passing through, leaving only the most basic outline.

Feng He blinked.

Cen Feiyu took the phoenix crown off Feng He's head. Feng He immediately felt relaxed, and even her brows were relaxed a lot.

Feng He was extremely beautiful today, with the best rouge and powder, hairpins, jewelry, silks and satins all on her.

These external objects made his already bright colors even more captivating.

Just a casual glance at you can easily make people lost and fall.

Feng He pretended to be shocked and said to Cen Feiyu: "You...how could you usurp the throne...are you so capable?"

Although he knew it, the original owner did not, and he still retained his prejudice against Cen Feiyu's low status.

"After not seeing you for a year, is this all Miss wants to say to me?"

Cen Feiyu lowered his eyes, and his slender fingers nimbly fiddled with Feng He's collar.

The bright red wedding dress was made of the finest material, and it felt smooth and cool to the touch. It was probably worth a thousand taels of gold.

From Feng He's angle, he could only see Cen Feiyu's hair and drooped eyes.

He lacked the energy and was a little scared when he answered, "Otherwise, are you going to come back and cause trouble for me?"

Feng He had not forgotten how he pressed on and how many vicious words he said to Cen Feiyu before he left.

Cen Feiyu narrowed his eyes, slowly opened his eyelids, and looked directly at Feng He, the face that appeared in his dreams every night.

"Oh, yes, you must have been very happy with Wen Renli this year."

The voice came from Cen Feiyu's smiling face, his dark pupils staring at Feng He without blinking.

This turn of events was too abrupt.

Feng He touched her nose and to be honest, she was very happy.

He really liked Wen Renli's personality, he was gentle and kind, mild and polite, a modest gentleman, like the bright moon in the sky.

Feng He only dared to watch from afar and not to play with him. He felt that Wen Renli was the embodiment of his idol.

Feng He was lost in thought when his chin suddenly ached. He raised his head with tears in his eyes and saw Cen Feiyu's face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

The look in his eyes looked like he wanted to eat him.

Feng He shuddered subconsciously, recalling the horrific memory of that night of hunting.

Cen Feiyu really didn't even want to show any expression this time. He just had no expression on his face. He said in a deep voice: "Don't you want to be the queen? Now Wen Renli is not even the crown prince anymore. How can he be in your eyes?"

This statement was somewhat insulting, as if Feng He was such an extremely powerful person.

But Feng He’s personality is indeed like this, so he didn’t hear it.

Feng He rolled her eyes. Indeed, Wen Renli had lost the advantage of his status and should be no different from an ordinary person in the eyes of the original owner.

But it was different in his eyes. He really regarded Wen Renli as a very important person.

So Feng He shook her head honestly and said, "I still want to be the queen. Now that Wen Renli is no longer the crown prince, I really won't marry him anymore."

Cen Feiyu felt a little better after hearing this.

[Ding! Task released: Please help Wenrenli realize his dream. Keep him away from the place of power struggle and profit.]

Feng He paused. This was a very good task and it was also what he wanted to do for Wen Renli.

It seems that I have to secretly ask Cen Feiyu how he plans to deal with the royal family.

Unexpectedly, Cen Feiyu's next sentence was something that almost made Feng He fall off Cen Feiyu's legs: "In this case, Wen Renli is an insignificant person. You don't mind if I kill him or exile him to a remote place."

The tone was light, but there was no hint of joking at all.

When Feng He heard this, he immediately interrupted anxiously: "No, no! You can't treat Wen Renli like this!"

Cen Feiyu's face, which had looked a little better, was beginning to darken again.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "So what do you want?"

Feng He was delighted and immediately showed his pearly white teeth. He said naively: "Wen Renli's ideal is to live in seclusion and become a doctor. I hope he can realize his dream."

When Feng He said this, his eyes were full of sincerity and eagerness, which was completely different from the stingy and stupid look he usually pretended to be.

Cen Feiyu felt a pang of pain in his heart, and the sense of crisis spread like mushrooms after rain.

It kept pricking his nerves.

"You have a nice idea. If we let Wenren Li go, what if he rebels again? The best thing I can do now is to cut off the roots and eliminate the trouble forever."

Cen Feiyu said coldly and mercilessly that he didn't look at Feng He.

Feng He puffed up his cheeks and said, "Then how can you agree to my request?"

Cen Feiyu lowered her eyes and said cryptically, "If you were asked to choose between becoming the queen and fulfilling Wen Renli's dream, which one would you choose?"

Feng He was stunned, and then a groundhog screamed in her heart: Ahhhhhhh!

Both are his tasks, he can't give up on either one.

But Cen Feiyu should not be in a good mood towards him now, after all, their parting was very undignified.

So Feng He asked directly: "Why are you willing to let me be the queen? Don't you hate me? I've been so bad to you."

Cen Feiyu paused. Actually...it was not bad. He felt it was very good.

It was very bad before, but everything changed after you came.

Cen Feiyu coughed slightly and did not answer the question directly. He smiled and said, "I know you are not smart and you speak without thinking. I will not be angry with you."

Feng He paused, completely angry.

"you you you……"

Feng He was furious, but couldn't say anything.

Cen Feiyu showed his first real, happy smile of the night.

Feng He was infected by his smile, and he thought secretly: It seems that Cen Feiyu doesn't hate him. This is a very good result.

"I want to go home. What if my parents are worried about me?"

Feng He said to Cen Feiyu.

"Okay, I'll take you back."

Cen Feiyu was thinking that the imperial palace had not been completely replaced yet, and he didn't want Feng He to live in a house that showed signs of someone else's residence.

Feng He blinked her eyes. She felt that Cen Feiyu seemed to be more talkative after he went out.

Cen Feiyu really sent Feng He back. When Cen Feiyu saw the Marquis and his wife, they both felt that it was a little unreal.

Until Cen Feiyu said, "My Lord, Madam, Feng He will stay at the Marquis' Mansion tonight. I will take him back after everything in the palace is settled."

His tone was flat and unyielding.

The Marquis frowned, but didn't dare to say anything more.

The Marquis's wife looked as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

If nothing unexpected happens, Cen Feiyu will be the new emperor tomorrow, and the Sheng Dynasty will no longer exist.

He originally thought that even he, as a marquis, would be unable to protect himself, after all, the marquisate was closely connected with the late emperor.

However, according to the current situation, the future is uncertain...

The new emperor...has a special feeling for his children.