Feng Lian Yue Hua Leng

Huang Bei remained silent for a long time, and Chu Fengyu let him stare at him, leaning lazily and charmingly on the chair.

He once personally ordered to get rid of him because of Beihuang, so now he wants to get rid of his remaining children cruelly?Thinking of this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Yu'er, why are you here?"

"What is this seat for, does the emperor not know?" Chu Fengyu answered frivolously.

"This seat is the eldest son of Southern Chu, and the princess who came all the way to welcome your princess back to Southern Chu for marriage, the emperor will not forget."

Huang Beiqian walked back to his seat and sat down, "You are not afraid that I will publicize your identity. I am afraid that you will have no time to care about other things. You must know that Chu Li does not want you to go back."

"I don't need to bother you about this. This seat has its own arrangements. I'm afraid even you haven't found out about Nangong Xiao's origin."

Gently resting the lid of the teacup, Chu Fengyu took a sip leisurely, "Yes, good tea, potherb mustard, worthy of the best tea, the prince also kept some in the post house, Prime Minister Lin loves it very much. "

The information revealed in this sentence really surprised Huang Beigan, Nangong Xiao and Qi'er, could it be that they have other thoughts, what is Yu'er's intention in saying this sentence.

Huang Bei put down the teacup in his hand carelessly, staring at the young man in red.

"Nangong Xiao is the leader of the martial arts alliance, so he is naturally capable. Qi'er and the others have been friendly with him since childhood, so there is nothing suspicious about it."

Seeing the matter that the rightful lord didn't want to talk about, Chu Fengyu no longer participated in this matter. There was some trouble in Beihuang, and he just happened to be able to use it to retaliate. He just gave Huangbei a job A little bit of worry in his heart made him worry and uneasy.

"Your Majesty can sit back and relax. I am here this time not only for marriage, but also for one person."

Seeing that he finally got to the point, Huang Beiqian still had a dignified look on his handsome face, he had an ominous premonition.

"Who?"

"The seventh prince, Huang Qingyue."

With a "snap", Huang Beiqian knocked down the memorial on the desk in horror, "What did you say?!"

He knew that Southern Chu was still masculine. In Southern Chu, even concubines in the palace could be men. In Beihuang, he felt ashamed, let alone being a prince. This was a great shame for Beihuang.

"Chu Fengyu, don't be too presumptuous, do you think I won't dare to touch you?" Huang Beigan, who was furious, jumped up.

The young man in red quietly held the teacup to his nose and sniffed it, then took a few sips slowly.

"Now your outstanding son has long been a member of this seat, and even last night this seat was still in Yuechen Hall..."

"you you you……"

For a long time, Huang Beiqian really didn't know what to say about such shameless and obscene words, he blushed so anxiously that his neck was thick, how could he deal with that noble person like moonlight.

"Don't forget he's your cousin."

Throwing out such a sentence angrily seemed to be able to stop the absurd behavior of the boy in red.

"I have no relatives in this seat."

He spoke coldly and decisively, thinking of his parents, Chu Fengyu's bewitching phoenix eyes were fierce, hating everything related to the person in front of him.

"But after all, this is the truth." Huang Beiqian's faint voice came, and he sat down helplessly.

"This seat is just here to inform you, not to discuss with you, you still care more about your position, presumably the leader of the martial arts is also ready to move, this Beihuang is probably troubled now."

"Chu Fengyu, you don't want to hurt him again."

With a sound of "whoosh", Chu Fengyu came to Huang Beiqian and looked at him.

"If you don't want to ruin him, you should fulfill this seat well, otherwise, he will be far inferior to what he is now."

After finishing speaking, the boy in red turned around and walked away slowly.

Huang Beiqian's heart skipped a beat, and he was slightly absent-minded, his eyes revealing an unprecedented firmness.

"Yu'er, I don't care whether you have revenge or other intentions, I advise you to stop, otherwise, I will never let you go."

The red-clothed boy turned around, his usually evil phoenix eyes were filled with only hatred, the hatred of his parents, and his own hatred.

"My father, have you let go? Huang Beiqian, I have never thought of letting you go, and I have never thought of letting you go."