How much does Feng Luan know about love?

"Zhiwei, this journey is a bit weird. Did he already know that you came back to save me?" Rong Jing poked his head out, and there were only two guards at the gate of the city. Less than 20 people.

Feng Zhiwei shook his head and clenched his fingers into fists. If he knew, how could he drink the poisoned soup.

"No, there must be no reason for things to look so simple on the surface, unless." Rong Jing took a deep look at Feng Zhiwei, and said in a strange tone, "Unless he intends to let us go."

Inexplicably, Feng Zhiwei thought of the ambiguous look in his eyes when he said that she was allowed to leave the palace. Could it be that Qi Ye knew about the plan early in the morning?

"Maybe it's God's favor." Feng Zhi slightly lowered his eyelids, took Rong Jing's hand, and strode out of the palace. With the waist card as a life-saving talisman, no one stopped him.

Feng Zhiwei just didn't want to believe that Qi Ye would let her go.

Going all the way to the countryside, Feng Zhiwei pawned her jewelry and exchanged some silver, which was barely enough for Rongjing to see a doctor. As the days went by, his condition was almost healed.

Feng Zhiwei always likes to inquire about the things in the palace with the vendors who go out to do business in the village. How can ordinary people know so much, but Feng Zhiwei never tires of it.

"It's a coincidence that you came here today, me! But I heard some great news." The vendor looked at Feng Zhiwei proudly, as if he knew some terrible secret, with his hands on his waist, with a high-spirited expression. However, he couldn't wait for Feng Zhiwei to open his mouth, and had already said, "The king is critically ill, and he has already retired."

"What did you say?" Feng Zhiwei was shocked.

Taking two steps back, luckily being caught by someone, and feeling the broad chest, Feng Zhiwei knew it was Rong Jing without looking, and said tremblingly, "I clearly took a drug, how could it be like this?"

The peddler was already startled by her reaction, Rong Jing patted her on the back calmly, Feng Zhiwei realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly restrained his emotions, "I heard that the king is less than [-] years old, so I was a little shocked .”

"So that's the case! Oh, then I'll go first!" Seeing Rongjing's face getting worse, the peddler hurriedly left.

After running a few steps, thinking about it and feeling wrong, I quickly turned back and tiptoedly hid behind the haystack.

Feng Zhiwei turned around and tugged on Rongjing excitedly, with no concealment of self-blame on her face, "Will the child be okay? I knew he must be seriously ill to cough in the middle of the night."

She should have expected it!

The more Feng Zhiwei thought about it, the more flustered she became, how could things turn out like this.

"No! I want to go back to the palace!"

"Feng Zhiwei, wake up, you are the empress! Qi Ye is our enemy, and you didn't harm him. His life and death have nothing to do with you." Rong Jing grabbed Feng Zhiwei's shoulders, wishing he could Woke Feng Zhiwei up by scolding him, his brows were furrowed, his face was slightly cold.

"But I can't be indifferent." Feng Zhiwei's eyes were momentarily dull.

Shaking her head with a wry smile, she couldn't let go, Midnight Dreams was full of that person's figure in her head, and she also felt that she was in a daze.

The peddler hiding behind the haystack couldn't close his jaw in astonishment. He suddenly thought of today's imperial list, and vaguely remembered that the emperor was looking for the former queen, and it was said that he offered a reward of 1 taels of silver.

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Feng Zhiwei was always very nervous, always vaguely feeling that something bad was going to happen, thinking about it but there was no news, the peddler ran away after seeing her since that day, and couldn't say a word at all.

There is a peach tree and a well in the courtyard where Feng Zhiwei lives. The wooden house is a bit dilapidated, but it is still clean.