The beautiful and powerful minister hooked up with the crazy emperor and couldn't escape

Chapter 241 Princess Songshan

Wuyou lowered her head, a slight blush appearing on her cheeks, she didn't know if it was because of the heat or shyness.

Feng Jiuqing leaned against the hot spring pool, squinting his eyes in satisfaction. The muscles under his clothes were faintly visible. A drop of water slid from his face to his neck, and finally disappeared into his collar.

The blush on Wuyou's face became even more intense, his Adam's apple rolled, and he buried his head even lower.

"If Wuyou were any lower, we could see eggs being boiled in warm water."

At Feng Jiuqing's gentle teasing, Wuyou raised her big watery blue eyes and looked at him aggrievedly.

Feng Jiuqing shook his head and said softly: "Why, do you still feel wronged? That girl is a little bold, but she is also a true character."

On the way to the hot spring villa with Wuyou, they met a girl on horseback. When the girl saw Wuyou, her eyes lit up and she said that she wanted to marry Wuyou as her husband. Wuyou was so scared that he hid in Feng Jiuqing's arms and dared not come out. Feng Jiuqing laughed at him for a long time.

Wuyou lowered his eyes again, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He was not looking down because of that girl, but because of some alluring beauty who was unaware of it.

But he didn't dare to tell him, because he was afraid that once he told him, Qingqing would no longer want him. He knew that Qingqing only treated him as a younger brother, but he didn't want to be any younger brother!

"Brother, don't make fun of Wuyou."

Feng Jiuqing suppressed the smile on his face: "Okay, I won't say anything. If I continue, the eggs will be cooked."

"Brother!"

Wuyou glanced at Feng Jiuqing with a resentful look. Feng Jiuqing raised his eyebrows and looked back innocently. Wuyou sighed: "Forget it, brother, laugh if you want to."

Feng Jiuqing tried hard to hide his smile: "Brother will never laugh at Wuyou, hahahaha!"

You promised not to laugh, Qingqing, you liar! One day he will come back to Qingqing to get everything back.

Wuyou just looked at Feng Jiuqing and smiled quietly, feeling as aggrieved as a big dog.

"cough."

Feng Jiuqing finally felt guilty and stopped smiling. He avoided Wuyou's gaze, lifted his hair, revealing his snow-white neck.

Wuyou's eyes darkened a little, but Feng Jiuqing was unaware.

"She seems to be the daughter of a great general, a proper daughter of a general. Wouldn't you consider it?"

Wuyou shook his head and said softly: "Not the type Wuyou likes."

Feng Jiuqing immediately perked up, his eyes lit up: "What type of person does Wuyou like? Tell me and I'll keep an eye out for you."

Wuyou looked at someone who was completely unconscious, and suddenly felt that the road ahead was long and arduous. (From Li Sao: The road ahead is long and arduous, I will search for it up and down.)

"Wuyou likes someone who treats Wuyou well, preferably one who is three or four years older than Wuyou. Not too short, at least nine feet tall. Not too thin, but not as muscular as those Western Yan guards. He must have fair skin and rosy lips, and like the food Wuyou cooks."

I understand. Wuyou likes girls who are older than him, taller, healthier, and who can eat a lot. Feng Jiuqing hadn't finished summarizing yet when he heard Wuyou continue.

"He also needs to have long fingers, round nails, a good personality, and stunning looks. He doesn't need to be able to cook, but he must be able to fight on the battlefield. It would be best if he had a pair of peach blossom eyes that could move people just by looking at them."

Feng Jiuqing:... With these outrageous demands, Wuyou should stay single. What kind of girl needs to have fair skin to go to the battlefield? It's not him. He took the wrong medicine because of the Tongzi, and under the influence of the medicine, he can't get tanned no matter what.

"You have so many requirements, how do you choose a concubine?" Feng Jiuqing rolled his eyes at Wuyou.

Wuyou looked innocent: "My brother asked me to say it, so I can't say it?"

Feng Jiuqing's mouth twitched: "With such an outrageous request, you will never be able to marry in your life. Which girl can be nine feet tall and can go to the battlefield? Even those who can go to the battlefield are all tanned, how can they have fair skin?"

Wuyou said dejectedly: "If I can't marry her, then I can't marry her. Wuyou would rather be alone than have someone who doesn't belong to you."

Feng Jiuqing: ...Where did this stubborn person come from?

Forget it, let him be. What if a blind cat catches a dead mouse?

"Don't be too demanding when marrying a wife. Ask less of others and more of yourself."

Wuyou said obediently: "Wuyou understands, brother."

Feng Jiuqing wanted to say something to him, but when he saw how well behaved Wuyou was, he swallowed the words back.

At this moment, a servant standing behind the screen said, "My Lord, King Songshan invites you to the palace for a chat."

The smile on Feng Jiuqing's face gradually turned cold: "No, he is the King of Songshan and his family is noble. I am just a small merchant and cannot afford to marry him."

Is he someone who can be called upon and dismissed at will?

Oh, he didn't care. How could a mere palace be more prosperous than the imperial palace? He had no interest in the imperial palace, let alone his palace.

"Yes."

Feng Jiuqing said softly: "Wuyou, you know I got the news that your mother is still alive. I want to find her and reunite you and your son."

Wuyou shook her head and said, "No need, brother. It's enough for Wuyou to have a brother. As for mother, Wuyou left her when she was very young and has no impression of her."

Feng Jiuqing poked Wuyou: "Why, wouldn't it be good to have one more person to love you?"

Wuyou looked at Feng Jiuqing deeply: "Wuyou doesn't need it, Wuyou only needs Brother Qingqing."

"You are just sweet-talking! I still want to find her. After all, she is your mother and the princess of Dai Viet."

Wuyou asked softly: "Brother, do you really want to find her?"

Feng Jiuqing nodded: "Yes."

Wuyou was silent for a while, and then he said: "Wuyou knows. Brother, there is no need to look for her anymore. If Wuyou is not mistaken, Wuyou's mother is the current Princess Songshan."

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Feng Jiuqing heard the system's voice almost at the same time.

"Congratulations, Jiu, for finding Princess Anhe and unlocking the next mission, to find out the secret of Princess Anhe's fake death."

Feng Jiuqing was stunned for a moment. If he hadn't saved Princess Songshan at that time, would he never find Princess Anhe in his life? It was really a coincidence.

Want him to find out the secret of the princess's fake death?

Coincidentally, he also wanted to know how Princess Anhe went from being the concubine of the Emperor of Western Yan to being his brother's princess consort. What happened more than ten years ago?

Feng Jiuqing patted Wuyou's shoulder and said softly: "If you feel uncomfortable, come over here, brother is here."

Wuyou didn't hesitate at all, and immediately leaned on Feng Jiuqing's shoulder, and said softly: "That day when my brother went to rescue the princess, Wuyou didn't expect to see mother again, but she seemed to not recognize Wuyou."

"That's right. How could she remember Wuyou when she has a new son? Besides, Wuyou is just a slave of Xiyan, while she is the princess of Xiyan and has a prince who is only a few years younger than Wuyou."

"Wuyou always thought that her mother had met with an accident. Otherwise, why didn't she come to find Wuyou all these years? Wuyou was sold back and forth as a slave all these years, doing the lowest jobs. Wuyou thought that this was how her life would be."