How much does Feng Luan know about love?

"Presumptuous, why should I listen to your nonsense, do you think I'm a three-year-old child? The art of witchcraft! It's a joke in the world!" Qi Ye's cold gaze was like a sharp sword, deeply Plunging into Feng Zhiwei's heart.

He hugged the teary-eyed Xue'er even tighter, like treating a treasure.

The light in Feng Zhiwei's eyes dimmed, and cruel intentions flashed across her heart, it seems that Xue'er is sure that with Qi Ye's amulet, there is nothing she can do, right?

"Your Majesty was bewitched by a monster, and now you are insane. Don't you want to clear your side? If you can save Your Majesty, you will be promoted to rank! You will be rewarded with a thousand taels."

As soon as these words came out, Qi Ye's gaze became different.

Although Qi Ye is the king, after all, his life is not long, and Feng Zhiwei is the real self-government of the world in the future.

"Yes!" The guard was ready to move, gearing up.

"Presumptuous! Feng Zhiwei, you dare to blatantly disregard me today. Although my will has been announced, don't you think I'm dead?"

Qi Ye immediately cut Feng Zhiwei's back.

The guard behind him hesitated.

"You are the queen now, you can do whatever you want."

Feng Zhiwei quietly waits for the next trouble.

Sure enough, Qi Ye chuckled lightly, "If I hadn't been poisoned by any poison, it would be a crime of regicide. You are the empress, and I won't make things difficult for you, so I knelt at the gate of the palace for a whole day to warn the people of the world. What are the rules!"

"Okay, I promise."

Feng Zhiwei nodded without thinking.

As long as she is given a chance, she will definitely rescue Qi Ye. Of course, the empress kneeling at the gate of the palace will become a laughing stock, perhaps it will be a shame that she will never erase.

But Feng Zhiwei is not afraid, she firmly believes in her eyes.

"Wizard, go." Feng Zhiwei raised her head arrogantly.

Seeing the flashing smile in Xueer's eyes from the corner of the eye, she was shocked.

Something is about to come out, always feeling that something is wrong, as for what it is, Feng Zhiwei can't tell.

"Reporting to the Queen, Your Majesty has not been enchanted by witchcraft." The sorceress knelt on the ground and reported cautiously.

Feng Zhiwei's eyes widened, she couldn't believe it, could it be that everything that happened last night was Xue'er's plot!

He clenched his fists tightly, and Kou Dan sank into his palm without realizing it.

Without Qi Ye needing to speak, Feng Zhiwei smiled coldly, "Come here, throw this wizard into the prison."

"Empress, are you going to add an innocent life to your own mistakes? This is your way of governing the country?" Xue'er's expression changed drastically, and she leaned into Qi Ye's arms in fear.

Qi Ye pursed his lips, "Let this innocent people go."

"I am the lord of the world." Feng Zhiwei turned around and pulled out the sword at the guard's waist, the sword's shadow cut through the clothes and sank into the wizard's thigh, blood jumped out wantonly, splashing red on Feng Zhiwei's white skirt.

The corner of Feng Zhiwei's mouth twitched lightly, "Bathe and change my clothes, and punish myself to kneel down."

Turning around coolly, without looking at the two of them again.

half a month later.

Feng Zhiwei looked at the secret letter received in his hand, and immediately understood.

Xue'er turned out to be Feng Rong'er's twin sister.

Back then, after the princess in the Leng Palace gave birth to the princess, she begged the sisters in the palace to send her away, hoping that she would suffer less suffering. The one in the Leng Palace entrusted her to the maid. I didn't expect that the palace people would live in poverty after leaving the palace, not to mention bringing them with them before they were married. with a child.

The palace man threw the child into the snow to feed the wolves, but coincidentally, a doctor saw him and was about to go over.

After following the clues, he did not expect to find Feng Rong'er who was supposed to be in the barracks.

No wonder they look so similar.

It was night, Feng Zhiwei felt someone behind her, and her body froze suddenly.

"it's me."

The familiar tone made Feng Zhi slightly tremble.