emperor!The father-in-law ran away again!

For a moment, the anger around was a little strange, Jiu Ling suddenly raised his drooping eyes, and he glared at Li Huaifeng, did he really let him go as a fart?

How long did it take to pretend not to know myself!

Mo Feng didn't notice Jiu Ling's abnormality, but he started to introduce it on his own.

"This is my friend Jiu Ling. This Jiu Ling is..."

"Li Huaifeng." Before Mo Feng finished his introduction, Jiu Ling said.

Mo Feng was taken aback for a moment, but he understood. "It turns out that Jiuling knew Li Huaifeng."

"It's more than acquaintance, I know him very well." These words are almost gritted.

But Mo Feng was at a loss when he heard it, Li Huaifeng still had his usual smile on his face, making it hard to see what he was thinking now.

But Jiu Ling was the kind of person who had emotions all on his face, and this Mo Feng could see clearly.

"How did Jiu Ling know him?" Mo Feng looked at Li Huaifeng and felt that the two might have a past that he didn't know about.

Jiuling smiled coldly. "There is nothing to mention, just treat it as being bitten by a mad dog." He turned his head away without looking at Li Huaifeng.

Mo Feng didn't understand what happened between them, but now was not the time to think about it, he looked at Li Huaifeng solemnly.

"Now the city is full of wanted rewards for you, Li Huaifeng. Who would have thought that the number one scholar would be hiding here."

The letter that Mr. Yi handed over to him was in Li Huaifeng's handwriting, and there were only three words "Fengyue Pavilion" written in it. These three words imply too many things, but Li Huaifeng told his own stronghold first with courtesy and then with soldiers. Mo Feng, this is his sincerity.

As for the purpose of his painstaking efforts to invite himself here, it is unknown.

"To each other, the prince's reward price is much higher than that of me, a small person." Li Huaifeng said lightly.

Half a year ago, after Mo Feng faked his death, Fang Mingzhi came back to meet the emperor, and then the whole city posted a notice that Li Huaifeng was wanted. Qin Yuanming didn't believe that Mo Feng died like this. Three days later, the imperial city posted a reward for Mo Feng notices and images.

This is also the reason why Mo Feng must wear a mask every time he travels.

"Don't talk nonsense, what are you looking for me for?" Mo Feng looked serious, he didn't expect Li Huaifeng to be the owner of Fengyue Pavilion, but how did he know the location of the camp.

Is his news really so well-informed?

Is this really just an ordinary Huayue place?

Li Huaifeng tapped on the table, looking at Jiu Ling, "I can only talk to the prince about this matter." The implication is to let Jiu Ling leave.

Jiu Ling was already holding back his anger, and when he heard what Li Huaifeng said, he immediately got up and slapped the table heavily.

"Hmph, it's very filthy here, Mo Feng, I'm leaving now, I'll come find you when the time comes." Saying that, he left the private room angrily.

Seeing Jiu Ling left, Li Huaifeng's face became serious, his slender eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile on his thin lips gradually cooled down.

"Does the prince still want revenge?" The voice was cold and bewitching.

Mo Feng clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves, and he wanted to kill Qin Yuanming all the time, but he was no longer the Mo Feng of three years ago, nor would he be led by the nose by Li Huaifeng.

"It's none of your business." He looked at Li Huaifeng coldly, but Li Huaifeng laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, it's none of my business? It's none of my business that all five hundred members of my family were raped and executed by Qin Yuanming?!" At this point, Li Huaifeng's face was ferocious and his eyes were as red as blood.

Mo Feng looked at it lightly but understood, "It turns out that you and Qin Yuanming had a feud a long time ago, so it's no wonder you helped the prime minister to plot rebellion."

Li Huaifeng let out a long breath and calmed down, "Qin Yuanming is your enemy and we all have the same goal, why not join forces?

"Joining hands?" Mo Feng narrowed his eyes. "What do you use to join forces with me?" He, Mo Feng, has an army of [-], and a group of old ministers to follow, so what does Li Huaifeng have?

The corners of Li Huaifeng's mouth turned up, and the tear mole under his eyes slightly raised. "Papa." He clapped his palms, and a figure outside the door stepped into the private room.

"With him here, do you and I have the qualifications to join forces?"

Mo Feng turned his eyes to look, but was startled, he stood up and looked at the man who looked almost exactly like himself in front of him in disbelief.

Seeing that Mo Feng was so surprised, Li Huaifeng chuckled lightly. "Let me introduce, he is a nobleman."

One sentence made Mo Feng's heart skip a beat. In the past few days in Huai'an City, he also heard about Qin Yuanming's draft, and selected a noble person, and then named a noble person.

But seeing this noble lady today, Mo Feng's heart throbbed inexplicably.

"Today can be regarded as seeing the rightful owner." Lan Huayue smiled enchantingly, her eyes, which were exactly the same as Mo Feng's, were as charming as a demon.

Mo Feng clenched his fists tightly, turned his eyes and glared at Li Huaifeng. "what do you mean!"

Li Huaifeng's eyes flashed a hint of cunning, "You and Huayue look exactly the same. If you pretend to be Huayue and stay by Qin Yuanming's side, and use your [-] troops to cooperate with others, you can kill Qin Yuanming in one fell swoop!"

"Do you think I will still trust you?" Mo Feng's eyes flashed a cold light, "If you want to kill Qin Yuanming, go ahead and kill him. I have my own way, and I won't cooperate with you." Mo Feng got up and glanced at Lan Huayue lightly.

"You take care of yourself." Then he turned and walked outside.

Seeing Mo Feng walking, Lan Huayue sat lazily on the chair, "He is really boring, why did the emperor fall in love with him? How long will the pavilion master wait for me to leave the palace? Touched me once, and made me watch for several days and nights, exhausting me to death."

As he said, he wrapped his palms around Li Huaifeng's neck and blew on his neck.

"Pavilion Master..." He winked like silk, and kissed Li Huaifeng's lips...

But being dodged by Li Huaifeng, it only provoked Lan Huayue's resentment. "Can't the pavilion master comfort the slave's body and mind?"

Li Huaifeng looked at it lightly. Li Huaifeng saw Lan Huayue among the beggars half a year ago. He became the oiran of Fengyue Pavilion.

Li Huaifeng rescued him and gave him a stable life so that he would no longer be frightened or starved. Lan Huayue had long regarded herself as Li Huaifeng's person, knowing that all of this was because of her good looks. That Mo Feng was very similar, but he didn't care.

"When this is done, the pavilion master will give it to me once, okay?" He looked at Li Huaifeng, he knew he was dirty, but he just wanted him, just once.

Li Huaifeng didn't answer, Lan Huayue took him as acquiescence, and the seductive smile on the corner of her mouth became more and more alluring.

……

Mo Feng came out of the private room, but he stopped suddenly when he reached the door. He saw two figures, one tall and one short, walked in at the entrance of the first floor. One was a burly man. He was wearing a dark blue suit today Brocade gown, a petite, eccentric. .

His gaze fell on the stubble-covered face, and Mo Feng's heart clenched violently. He would recognize this man even if he turned to ashes.

Mo Feng put the mask on his face, his dark eyes were as silent as water without waves, there was nothing but hatred between him and Qin Yuanming, Mo Feng, who had been killed by him once, was heartbroken.

……

Qin Yuanming and Qin Fu'er went out of the palace together, and when they were outside the palace, they went straight to Fengyue Pavilion.

Qin Fu'er looked at her uncle, but sighed softly. It turned out that the uncle hadn't forgotten Mo Feng, but Mo Feng was already dead. The one who saved his own people a few days ago was just somewhat similar to Mo Feng's.

Where can I find it now.

Qin Yuanming didn't care about this, as soon as the two of them came in, Hua Ruo greeted her, but when she saw Qin Fu'er, her eyes widened suddenly.

"Why, I don't accept guests today! I have plenty of silver!" Qin Fu'er threw a bag of silver on the table in a bully manner.

Hua Ruo twitched the corners of his eyes, he naturally recognized Qin Fu'er, did he come to make trouble today?

Even though she thought so, Hua Ruo still had a smile on her face. "Who do these two want to serve?"

Qin Yuanming frowned, not wanting to talk nonsense, he said coldly:

"Where is that person?" His whole body gave off a cold aura that strangers should not get close to, which only made Hua Ruo subconsciously take a step back.

"Most of the beauties here are, who are you talking about?"

"Huang...call your pavilion master out, we want to know who was the one who rescued me that day." Before Qin Yuanming could speak, Qin Fu'er was the first to speak.

"Sorry, the pavilion master is not here now. The person you are talking about is not from the Fengyue Pavilion, and Hua Ruo can't help." Hua Ruo smiled lightly.

But at this moment, a familiar figure came down the stairs on the second floor from a distance, and this scene happened to fall in Qin Yuanming's eyes.

He shrank his pupils, walked around the crowd, and walked over there quickly.

"Anyway, you have to find that person!" Qin Fu'er deliberately made things difficult for Hua Ruo. Today, with the support of the emperor's uncle, let's see what he dares to do.

But as soon as the words were finished, the emperor's uncle was nowhere to be seen. Qin Fu'er shrank his neck, "You, remember it for me." After finishing speaking, he looked for Qin Yuanming's back and chased after him.

Qin Yuanming walked quickly, watching the figure disappearing around the corner, his feet became faster and faster.

"Mo Feng!" He passed through the crowd and grabbed the man's arm at the door of the back door.

"Is it you?" He looked at the familiar figure from the back, his eyes flickered slightly, and on his face full of vicissitudes, there was a trace of expectation that he had never had before.

Could it be him?Is he Mo Feng?Yes, it must be him!

He stepped forward quickly, grabbed the man's shoulders, and pulled off the hood on his head.

What came into view was an extremely familiar face, familiar eyebrows, familiar lips, his eyes flickered, and his arms suddenly wrapped him in his arms.

"I knew you were not dead." He hugged him tightly, wanting to rub him into the bone marrow, as if as long as he let go of his hand, the person in his arms would disappear.

Qin Fu'er then rushed over, and when she saw the scene in front of her, she covered her lips in surprise.

"Mo Feng? Mo Feng is not dead!"