My Target is the Male Lead’s Son

The night sky was full of stars, the bright last quarter moon hung high above the sky, and the stars were sprinkled, and the solemn and dry atmosphere outside the palace was at a stalemate. The dazzling torches kept swaying and illuminating the surroundings.

At this moment, a group of sword-wielding men in black armor appeared behind Feng Qingcheng, facing each other with the forbidden army at the door, and the atmosphere gradually became deadly.

"Mingyi, I rescued you from a pile of beggars. I don't blame you for your loyal Faner, but you must not forget, your loyalty will hurt him sooner or later!" Feng Qingcheng held the whip in his hand. Tight, and her patience seemed to be at its limit.

Ming Yi lowered her head, her voice was lonely, "The Empress Dowager Da En Ming is unforgettable, but...this is the emperor's order, and the subordinates dare not obey!"

He clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, his eyes flushed, as if he saw the moment his master was bitten back by the poison.

When the evening breeze was slightly cool, Feng Qingcheng suddenly sneered, and his narrow phoenix eyes were full of coldness, "Since this is the case, don't blame me for being inhuman!"

When the words fell, she immediately waved her hand, "Rush in!"

Suddenly, the blood guard behind her swung his sword towards the forbidden army at the door, and the silent night immediately fell into a fight...

At the same time, the candlelight inside the temple is ambiguous, two intertwined figures projected under the bright yellow bed curtain, blurred and seductive...

"Who said it would die..."

Xuanyuan Fan kissed her tender neck, and the hot kiss followed her white collarbone all the way down...

"I...what my mother said...whis...it hurts..." Fang Zheng's head was confused, and the reason he had finally recovered was also torn apart by the wave of medicinal properties.

"I'm detoxifying you, it won't work if you lighten it..." His voice was hoarse, his big hands slipped into her soft gauze and did whatever he wanted.

There was an alluring sound in the charming inner hall...

Just outside the house across the door, they were fighting against the sky. Although Feng Qingcheng's people were powerful, after all, this was an imperial palace. There were not many people and the most guards. When Xuanyuanlin came, he saw a scene of fighting against the sky.

"stop!"

Seeing him, everyone immediately stopped, and Feng Qingcheng glared at him, "There is going to be something wrong with Fan'er, don't you go in!"

The people of this former emperor were still in awe, and they didn't know whether to stop him or not. Even Ming Yi was entangled. He didn't want Xuanyuan Fan to die, but now he can only stay here.

Glancing around, Xuanyuanlin still stepped forward to hold Feng Qingcheng, and whispered: "Fan'er's temperament is up to you. Once you decide, you will never change. Maybe...nothing will happen or not necessarily."

"Xuanyuanlin!" Feng Qingcheng shook his hand away, her phoenix eyes were full of anger and disbelief. She pointed to the candle-fired door of the room and said, "It's your son inside. You can say this. In other words, yes, you can be indifferent, but that is the flesh and blood that I have carefully cultivated for many years, I can't make you so cold-blooded!"

When the words fell, she turned around and rushed in, but before she took a step, she shook her body suddenly, and then roared, "Xuanyuanlin, you **** let me go!"

The latter picked her up and turned to look at Mingyi, "Let the doctor wait here."

After speaking, he carried Feng Qingcheng who was shouting constantly and disappeared into the night, and the group of blood guards also retreated.

Tonight’s palace is destined to be unstable. Those who can see will never come out to walk around, and the news of the riots in the palace will attract the attention of many caring people...

The next day, the high sun hung in the air, and the golden sunlight sprinkled into the house through the windows, illuminating the scattered clothes...

Fang Zhao rubbed his head and wanted to turn over, but found that he had fallen apart!

She touched it casually, but only touched the cold bed. She suffocated her heart, holding back the panic in her heart and climbing up with the quilt, only to find that she was the only one left on the whole dragon bed.

Thinking of the confusion last night, her face turned pale with a brush.

Could it be... Xuanyuan Fan really died?

At the same time, the Jinluan Temple was full of solemnity, and the courtiers underneath were talking there, frowning and wondering what they were talking about.

At this moment, an old man with a white beard finally couldn't help taking a step forward, and said to the head of the humanity: "The emperor! Not to mention that the woman's identity is unknown. Moreover, through the ages, no commoner woman has been a queen. Isn't this a loss? Our royal face!"

"Yeah, the emperor, if you really set up that woman as your queen, wouldn't it be a great joke in the world!"

"The emperor think twice!"

A group of people rushed to finish talking, and then knelt down again in unison, "Please think twice!"

The sound was deafening and resounded throughout the inner hall. Xuanyuan Fan, who was above him, sat on the dragon descendant in a bright yellow dress, and just watched the people under him admonish him calmly!

After a long time, when calm in the hall was restored, he said with a cold voice: "I remember that the queen mother was also a concubine in the prime minister's house. The prime minister's rebellion became a criminal minister, and the mother was also the daughter of a criminal minister. I still become a queen. Besides, it's my business who I want to make the queen. Do you want to be the master for me?"

The temperatureless voice echoed throughout the hall, and everyone knelt on the ground and looked at each other. The emperor moved out of the queen mother, what else could they say?

Moreover, there was such a big noise in the palace last night that the emperor could disobey the queen mother for that woman, what can they do?

However, there was still someone who was not afraid of death and stood up. He knelt forward and kowtowed, "The emperor! Don't! The empress mother is also a famous background, and it is not a crime for the prime minister's mansion to be rehabilitated. The body of the minister, and the woman's identity is unknown, and she has nothing to do. If the emperor really wants to make the woman the queen, the minister...for the sake of this Southern Dynasty... the minister can only learn from death!"

His head knocked loudly, and Xuanyuan Fan sneered on it, "Since Lord Wang has the loyalty and courage, how can I fail you?"

When the words fell, his expression changed immediately, "Here, I'm dragging it out!"

Suddenly, everyone took a breath, and two guards walked in immediately outside the door and dragged the bewildered Lord Wang out!

The hall quieted down instantly, and no one dared to speak.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Fan gave them a cold look, "The post-closing ceremony will be held in half a month. If anyone has any comments, let me listen!"

"..."

Seeing that no one was speaking, Xuanyuan Fan slowly got up, "That is to say, if I hear any bad news, it will disrupt Chao Gang's disposal in general!"

After speaking, he immediately walked outside the hall, and the others knelt on the ground and dared not say a word.

When I returned to the Palace of the Qing Dynasty, a large number of forbidden troops were still guarding outside the door, and when Xuanyuan Fan entered, I only heard the sound of sobbing from the house.

When he saw that it was the figure on the bed, he couldn't help but stepped towards him with a corner of his mouth.

"Why are you crying? But it still hurts?" He held up her tear-stained face and reached out to wipe the teardrops from the corners of her eyes.

Suddenly facing a familiar face, Fang Yu was stunned, then stretched out his hand in a dazed face and squeezed his face. After finding that there was still elasticity, he couldn't help frowning and raising his hand to remove the tear marks on his face. Wiping dry, looking at him with disgust, "Why are you still alive!"