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That bowl of soup is not hot long ago, and Qingqing's cry just now is just an instinctive reaction.

Seeing Feng Yu so nervous, she was a little embarrassed and said, "it's OK. The soup is not hot."

Feng Yu was relieved and took Qingqing aside. When her maid cleaned up, she took her to the table. "The food is cold. Do you want someone to heat it up?"

Qingqing shook his head: "don't toss about like this. It's not cool enough. Let's eat faster."

Feng Yu nodded and agreed to Qingqing's words. Seeing that there was no white rice on the table, she asked, "is that what the princess eats?"

Qingqing didn't respond to Feng Yu's words. She wondered, "there are so many of them. What else do you want?"

Feng Yu shook her head helplessly. She didn't care whether there was white rice or not. She learned how to make soup and only ate vegetables instead of meals.

When they were full, Feng Yu said, "why don't you wait for me to have dinner together?"

"I don't want you to take care of your knees, so I want people to take the food to the bedroom. What's wrong with that?" Qingqing really can't understand why Feng Yu tangles with these little things.

Looking at Qingqing who didn't know anything, Feng Yu felt a little depressed. After a long time, she said, "why did the princess just leave in a hurry, but she was angry about my behavior?"

Qingqing thought about the situation in the bedroom and thought that he had just pinched her face intimately. He suddenly realized and said, "no, I just came out in a hurry because I was hungry." After that, Qingqing regretted. She didn't believe this excuse, let alone Feng Yuqing.

Sure enough, Feng Yu suddenly laughed, but he didn't tear down Qingqing's lame excuse and said, "I know. I wish the princess wasn't angry."

"Ding, the target's favor degree is + 5, and the current favor degree is 90."

The lame excuse turned over, thinking that it was too late now, and Feng Yu tossed about for another day. Although he knew that he didn't seem to be in any serious trouble now, he was still worried that he would catch cold. He said, "the earthworm here has just been on fire for a short time. It's very cold. Let's go back to the bedroom."

Knowing that Qingqing was concerned about him, Feng Yu didn't say anything, so Qingqing pulled him back to the bedroom.

At this moment, in Fengyang hall, the two most distinguished people in Wei state are not as affectionate as those from outside.

The emperor sat high on the main seat of the main hall, while the queen did not sit beside him. Instead, she knelt on the ground, and the eunuchs around her had already been rejected.

"Emperor, what do you want?" The queen tugged at her sleeve and looked up at the emperor.

The emperor did not speak, but looked at the queen with a complicated look. He always thought that no one knew his mind, but he did not think that all this was just self deception.

"Tell me, what are you going to do?" The queen asked again, feeling more excited than last time.

The emperor moved and came forward to help the queen up. "You get up first. You kneel like this. If you are sick, tomorrow my daughter will go to the palace to ask for her safety. I can't explain."

But the queen was ungrateful. She pushed him away and said in a loud voice, "you know she's your daughter. I thought you were going to turn her into your woman."

Dirty mind was so straightforward to poke out, the emperor's face changed, raised his hand and gave the queen a slap, said: "what are you talking about."

The queen seemed to throw everything out. She turned her head and gouged him out. She laughed wildly: "am I talking nonsense? Do you think you're hiding well? Otherwise, why do you want to cram people around your son-in-law? Is there any father who will take concubines for his son-in-law? "

"What do you know, madam? Don't you see that the emperor's son-in-law is becoming more and more powerful in the court? That good concubine is just a spy sent by me. What can I do for my daughter? " The emperor was still unwilling to admit the ugliness of his heart and struggled with sophistry.

The queen recalled an ironic smile: "it's hard to move a stone and hit your own feet. At the beginning, you looked at the son-in-law's low birth and thought that you could press him not to marry his daughter. Now the son-in-law is powerful, and he's dead set on his daughter. Do you regret it? But what can I do? It seems that you can't use your son-in-law. "

His eyes were scarlet, his fists clenched, and he looked at the Queen's charming face, hoping to tear her to pieces.