"I can't do the request of the eldest princess. I'll give away the guests in Xiao Nianzi."

Feng Jiuqing waved her hand and wanted to leave.

Xiao Nianzi walked to Nanyang tremblingly: "Princess, slave... I'm going to send you out."

"Sir of the National Normal University."

Nanyang looked at Feng Jiuqing's back and had no intention of leaving.

Her words were very indifferent: "I kept wondering what you did to Nanxing back then, should you find some time to talk to His Majesty?"

"What did you say?" Feng Jiuqing turned around suddenly and stared at him.

"Sir, are you sure you want to say this in front of others?" Nanyang said with a smile.

Feng Jiuqing's fists were clenched tightly, and his lips were pursed, exuding a cold breath.

Xiao Nianzi didn't know what to do, but now, he seemed not to be present.

"Sir, slave..."

"Come with me." Feng Jiuqing turned around and walked towards another exit of the altar.

Nanyang smiled happily and followed him with heavy steps.

Chu Qingge was just behind the altar, and she knew that Feng Jiuqing didn't want her to hear it.

But, what did they do to Nanxing back then? Did they hurt Nanxing?

Her five fingers were tighter!

When I looked down at the weapons around my waist, my mood was even more complicated.

At this time, Feng Jiuqing was not here and no one trapped her. She should leave.

But she didn't.

She followed the secret passage and returned to the secret room.

After lit up the candlelight, the room became completely lit.

Just a glance made Qingge take a breath.

In a hurry, I didn't see clearly, but only knew that there were many portraits in the secret room.

But she didn't expect that all the people in the painting were Nanxing!

"Mom..." She ran to one of the portraits and looked at the woman who was smiling and smiling, her eyes were wet.

Mom, this is clearly mom!

What's more, the gun taken away from here!

Who can tell her what's going on? Is Nan Xing the mother?

Did my mother travel through time like her?

Perform a mission and disappear from now on!

When her mother was five years old, she fell into the sea while on a mission, and the plane was destroyed and the person died, but she could not find the body.

So Qingge has always believed that her mother was just missing, she was not dead, she must still be alive.

However, after searching for eighteen years, until she was twenty-three years old, she became the youngest commander in the history of the War Department, and she still had no news about her mother.

Everyone believed that my mother was dead, but only she stubbornly believed that her mother was still alive.

So now, can someone tell her that her mother is really alive and she has become Nanxing?

But Nanxing, she was dead too...

The hope that had finally risen in my heart fell into despair in an instant.

If Nanxing was really a mother, why did she let her die in ancient times?

Since she was given hope, why did she despair?

Qingge slid on the ground, and when he sat, he didn't know how long he had been sitting.

It was not until a gust of wind blew and she raised her hand and found that the tears on her face had not dried up.

She really misses her mother very much.

Putting the gun back to its original position, she walked out of the secret room.

The door of the secret room was slowly closed after she went out.

She ignored it and still did not leave after going out along the secret passage.

After exploring all the way, I arrived at a small courtyard.

The small yard where Feng Jiuqing lives.

Looking up, under the moonlight, in the pavilion, a man was drinking with a wine pot.

The cool wind blew on his white robe, and the black and white robe was indescribable loneliness and loneliness.

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