Chapter 118 Deeper exposure

When they arrived in Kyoto, the gate guard would not let them enter Kyoto, but Feng Siqi didn't know what documents to show, and the gate guard immediately nodded and bowed to open the door.

The imperial city in the middle of the night opened for this man without scruples. There is only one possibility that he is indeed the emperor who rules the world.

Su Qingli lifted the curtain, looked at the streets along the way, wrote down some characteristic places as much as possible, and then put down the curtain and asked, "Where are you going?"

Feng Siqi thought for a moment and said, "Go to my brother."

Feng Siqi sent Su Qingli to Feng Jinnian's palace in the capital. When the carriage arrived, two middle-aged men hurried out of the palace to welcome him.

Because it came very suddenly, the house did not make any preparations and led her directly to the guest room for a night.

She sat against the window. The palace was not big, so she snuggled on the edge of the palace. The virtuous king Feng Jinnian did not come out to greet him. Su Qingli felt very strange about this matter.

Feng Siqi saw that she was thinking about something and said, "You stay here for one night first. I'll go back to the palace later. I will definitely arrange the problem of your residence as soon as possible."

Su Qingli nodded, but looked at Feng Siqi, who was about to leave, but said nothing.

Feng Siqi returned to her, reached out to explore her indifferent little face, and told her that it was unnecessary to think about something that should not be thought about, but as soon as his hand touched her hair, he already felt her trembling in an instant. She did not dodge, but Feng Siqi's hand was frozen there for a while. The son took it back. He didn't know what to say, so he could only say, "I'm leaving."

When he left, Su Qingli began to undress and go to bed to rest.

Today, she rushed to the road for a half. In fact, her body was a little unbearable, but she had been holding back her fatigue and didn't close her eyes, but she didn't want to let her enter Feng Siqi's arms after she closed her eyes.

She still loves this man, she knows, but the pain of her lower body is always reminding herself that a man with a tendency to domestic violence can not only marry, but also follow him, otherwise she will die when he goes crazy again.

Su Qingli couldn't sleep. Su Qingli got up and walked out of the house. In order to avoid her and Xiao Gan to conspire together, she let Xiao Gan live in another room away from several yards.

Su Qingli thought, anyway, she couldn't sleep. It's a little far away, but go and find Xiao Gan. At least there is someone who speaks.

The royal palace is located on the edge of the palace, but because it is not a permanent palace, it is not very large.

This is not a very big place. Su Qingli walked several times and couldn't find a correct direction. In fact, she has a good sense of direction. At that time, Feng Siqi taught her to look at the map, and she quickly learned it.

But the design of this royal palace is really very strange. It must have been based on some five elements of gossip. Otherwise, she would not have wanted to hit the wall, and there was no way out after wandering here for a long time.

Su Qingli didn't know how long she had walked. Finally, she was still tired. She casually found a stone and sat down. There was already a layer of night dew on the stone. It seemed that the hour was approaching morning.

This is already a bitter cold day in the winter in nearly December. She just put on a robe and barefoot wearing embroidered shoes, thinking that she would soon reach Xiao Gan's place. It would be fine to squeeze with her later. Unexpectedly, she couldn't walk around. , and can't go back to the original yard. She won't be as stupid as Chu Yixing and freeze to death in this place.

It was difficult to concentrate on finding a way in the cold wind. She guessed that it was because this place was impossible for her to go out, Feng Siqi did not send someone to guard her.

But why didn't he expect that she couldn't go out or go back, this stupid emperor.

She secretly scolded Feng Siqi in her heart, but there were two sneezing sounds not far away. She just scolded Feng Siqi. How could anyone confirm this old saying?

Is it that Feng Siqi found that she was missing and looking for her? No, he is now the emperor, and the capital is his territory. If he wants to find someone on his territory, he will never be so low-key.

She stepped forward curiously. A very handsome man in his early twenties was standing on the corridor and looking up at the bright moon. Su Qingli only saw that he was wearing a silver mask and standing as a scholarly man as Chu Yixing, but his eyes were not as empty as Chu Yixing, and his smile was more pure and warm.

The elegant prince looked at the bright moon and looked at it. In order to reflect this beautiful scene, it was inevitable to recite poems. The man said, "The moonlight in front of the bed..."

Su Qingli thought, "Oh, in this fictional dynasty, how can they read Li Bai's poems? This is interesting. She casually answered, "Young girl."

The man obviously paused for a moment and turned his head to see that there was no one around him. He frowned and thought about it again. It seemed that it was not the same thing. He meditated twice in his heart before continuing, "Looking up at the bright moon..."

Su Qingli answered again: "Lower your head and take off your sperm."

"Who is where?" He asked, obviously very surprised, or felt strange about who was with the poem, but his tone was not that kind of domineering questioning, but asked very slowly.

Su Qingli poked out his head, and the man's gold-rimmed clothes were raised in the wind, taking advantage of the moonlight, like a fairy official trampling on one side.

"I won't tell you."

Su Qingli turned around and hid behind the stone and smiled secretly. She hadn't played with the ancients for a long time. After knowing that Feng Siqi was the emperor, she didn't know if she would have a chance to play with him. Now it's fun to tease the little handsome boy.

The man was stunned. Maybe he didn't expect that someone would dare to make such a joke with him in such a solemn place as the prince's mansion. He slowly walked in the direction of Su Qingli. She turned her back to the moonlight. The man couldn't see her face clearly, but when he saw her petite and thin clothes, he asked, "Girl, it's cold at night, you alone. What are you doing sitting here alone?"

"The night is cold, and the prince still recites poems in the open air. I'm worried that the prince will commit suicide, so I pay special attention to it again." Su Qingli curled up in the dark, raised her head, and looked up at the tall man. Even with a silver mask, he still looked very kind.

The man thought about Su Qingli's statement, but his behavior was indeed very suspicious, so he asked, "That poem doesn't seem to be read like a girl."

"Are you the purple guard of Feng Siqi?" Su Qingli answered his question, but asked back instead.

The man waved his head, but was surprised. The man not only dared to call the three words "Feng Siqi", but also knew Ziwei. His face can't be seen under the mask, but his face must have completely stiffened.

"Who are you? So you know a lot about Ziwei, and aren't you afraid of the disaster of killing?

Su Qingli smiled and said, "Poetry is created by people. You think like that. That's what I think. Of course, the reading is different."

Suddenly, Su Qingli changed the topic and began to answer the question in front of the man. He was stunned, but just nodded and quite agreed with Su Qingli's statement: "Isn't that the girl's mood at this time... take off her sperm?"

Su Qingli smiled and felt that this person had a better sense of humor than he looked, so she slowly stood up.

The jade-white transparent skin was illuminated little by little in the moonlight. Su Qingli showed her true face little by little from the bottom up. The man also looked at her little by little, and then blurted out in surprise: "You..."

Until Su Qingli was completely exposed, the man stopped his words.

"What's wrong with me?" Su Qingli asked.

"Nothing." The man shook his head, "I was surprised that you were an old friend of mine. Are you new here? Why did you wander around the house in the middle of the night?

The man looked at Su Qingli for a while and found that she was wearing very thin, but not like an assassin's clothes that were convenient for movement. Her feet without socks had begun to turn red. She had been smoking her nose. It was really confusing for him to have such a beautiful woman hiding here at this time.

"The prince is still chanting poems in the house in the middle of the night. I'm just wandering, much quieter than you." Su Qingli said.

"Oh, the girl speaks out of tune, and then she is ominous, revealing precautions everywhere. In this case, why does the girl have to speak and attract attention?"

"You are very narcissistic." Although Su Qingli said so, she was hit by his thoughts by his words.

Although she is a Feng Siqi's woman, I don't know how many people in the whole royal palace know about this matter. She is now lost here and has been caught by anyone. As long as she doesn't know her, she may be right.

She attracted this person's attention in a strange way. In fact, she also hoped that he could talk more with herself and then let him relax his vigilance.

Just like a negotiation expert, you have to say a lot of things to divert the vague defense of your identity.

Su Qingli said, as if she heard the man's low laughter under the mask. She said, "You are really not Ziwei. Ziwei will never laugh."

"The girl seems to know the appearance of Ziwei very well. Where did you hear this word?"

"I don't know much about it either. I just happened to see two around Feng Siqi."

It was Feng Siqi again. She called the name of the current emperor for the second time. The man turned his eyes and said, "Are you the folk woman brought back by the royal brother?"

"So you are the prince, which is really disrespectful." Su Qingli opened her skirt, made a half-squat etiquette of the French court and smiled. But your prince is really mysterious. In the middle of the night, he dressed like the phantom of opera and wearing a mask.

Feng Jinnian was stunned and touched his face. Today, Feng Siqi suddenly came back. He temporarily returned home and forgot to take off his mask.

He raised his hand to untie the rope tied to the back of his head, slowly took off the airless silver mask, and his handsome and warm face appeared in front of Su Qingli. She smiled slightly: "Although the two brothers don't look very similar, you are also very handsome. Why wear a mask?

Feng Jinnian held a mask in her hand and felt that what she said seemed familiar: "Although our brothers are not very similar, I'm afraid it's only girl who can clearly distinguish us with masks."

Su Qingli made an "oh" mouth shape, which seemed to be a little surprised, but in fact it was not very surprised, because she had already known that she had the ability to identify Feng Siqi.

But she heard something else from Feng Jinnian's words. She narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled confusingly. She said, "You are not only his brother, but also Feng Siqi's stand-in. You are the legendary shadow emperor, right?"