Qiao Yuange was holding two sandbags in his hands and standing in the sun. His face was red from being tanned and beads of sweat the size of beans were sliding down his forehead.
But she seemed not to feel it. With bright eyes, she said to Feng Shuang anxiously, "You said my father is so amazing? Is he really an outstanding person?"
It seemed that Feng Shuang had completely different attitudes towards Qiao Yuange and Prince Qiao. When she mentioned Prince Qiao, Feng Shuang was very gentle, as if Qiao Yuange was not Prince Qiao's child.
Then Feng Shuang said, "Yes, your father is much better than you think. Although we don't serve His Highness, our master is actually one of the twelve back then."
"Twelve?" Qiao Yuange repeated.
When Feng Shuang mentioned this name, she was indeed full of admiration and said to Qiao Yuange: "The Twelve, that was the name of the twelve secret guards under Prince Qiao back then. At that time, Prince Qiao was so glorious with the twelve. Now, whenever my master mentions it, there is always a smile on his face."
Qiao Yuange's heart seemed to be lifted up at that moment.
She then leaned forward and asked, "Can I meet your master?"
Feng Shuang was still forgetting all these things, but after hearing Qiao Yuange's question, Qiao Yuange obviously saw Feng Shuang's expression changed suddenly, and she even looked a little angry and embarrassed.
It's hard to describe what the feeling is, but it just makes people feel uncomfortable.
Feng Shuang sat there for a long time, and finally shook her head and said, "No. Prince Qiao's time has passed. Prince Qiao is a big tree that attracts the wind. If not, he would not have ended up like this."
Qiao Yuange was holding the sandbag, but when he heard Feng Shuang's words, his face immediately turned cold, as if he had grasped something, and he said to Feng Shuang: "You said my father ended up like this? My father didn't die because of..."
After Qiao Yuange said this, he stopped for a moment.
A tall tree attracts the wind! Twelve! Invincible! Cousins!
Putting all these things together, Qiao Yuange always felt that the reason his father passed away was because the late emperor looked down on Prince Qiao.
Was it out of jealousy? Was it because Prince Qiao was so successful that the late emperor hated him and thought that Prince Qiao's influence had influenced him?
It was amazing that Qiao Yuange didn't calm down at this moment, and was even thinking about this situation quite seriously.
Feng Shuang also stopped and looked at Qiao Yuange.
In fact, after Qiao Yuange heard Feng Shuang say these words and asked these questions, he seemed to have thought of something.
Feng Shuang fell from the big rock with very light movements, just like a leaf.
After she landed, she said to Qiao Yuange, "That was all past events. Why do you care? Anyway, you are planning to marry His Highness now. Are these details so important?"
Qiao Yuange's heart seemed to tremble. She nodded and said to Feng Shuang, "It's very important, very important, so I must know why my father died. I can't live here for nothing. I can't accept it!"
Feng Shuang stopped and turned to look at Qiao Yuange.
She had always looked down on Qiao Yuange before, but now she seemed to be able to finally look Qiao Yuange in the eye.
Then she said to Qiao Yuange: "That was an old story. No one can reveal the truth about the story. Even if you continue to investigate this story, you can only get closer to the truth. You may even take a detour. What's the point of this?"
Feng Shuang felt like she was in trouble.
Although Feng Shuang always looked down on Qiao Yuange, she also knew that Qiao Yuange was the emperor's favorite.
If she really destroyed the relationship between the two people, the emperor would definitely punish her.
Qiao Yuange threw two sandbags on the ground, walked in front of Feng Shuang, and said to Feng Shuang: "Take me to see your master."
Feng Shuang immediately took a step back, shook her head and said, "Impossible. My master is not someone that anyone can see. Why do you think you can see my master?"
Qiao Yuange's eyes turned red, and she said to Feng Shuang, "Because I am the daughter of Prince Qiao."
Feng Shuang gritted her teeth, stood there for a long time, and said to Qiao Yuange, "Come with me."
Feng Shuang was very good at Qinggong. Although she was dragging Qiao Yuange, who knew no martial arts at all, she still led Qiao Yuange out of the palace very easily.
The palace was very large. It was already night and the moon was high in the sky.
After they left the palace, they went directly to the mountain to the east of the palace.
There were a lot of people on the mountain over there, and Feng Shuang was moving very fast, so much so that Qiao Yuange even felt that he couldn't keep up with his eyes.
After she spent half an hour, she finally reached the mountain.
On the top of the mountain, there is a wooden village. The village is dark, with only a few dots of candlelight, which look like fireflies in the night.
This village lurks on the mountain, motionless, like a sleeping beast.
Feng Shuang brought Qiao Yuange in through a small door.
There were quite a few people in this village, all of them in a hurry. When they saw Feng Shuang, they nodded as a greeting.
However, after seeing Qiao Yuange, these people were somewhat surprised.
One of the men came up, his face serious, and said to Feng Shuang: "Miss Feng Shuang, how could you bring outsiders here?"
Feng Shuang glanced at the man, then opened her mouth and said helplessly, "She is Prince Qiao's daughter."
"Ah..." The man was surprised at first, then said helplessly: "Don't you know that all of us don't want Master to think about the past? Miss Qiao is the key. Master has finally lived his own life. You say you..."
Feng Shuang seemed to have some objections, so she changed her tone and said, "You think too simply. If Master could really live his own life, why would he still want to find Miss Qiao? Master has never given up looking for Miss Qiao over the years, but we have kept it a secret. Now Miss Qiao also wants to ask Master about our past, so I brought her here."
After saying that, Feng Shuang carried Qiao Yuange to another room.
Qiao Yuange didn't expect that one of the twelve had actually looked for her, but these disciples took the initiative to separate the two of them.
This separation may be for the good of the two people, but it has caused them to take many detours.
When I pushed open the door, I saw a candle lit in the room, the candlelight flickering. A man in black clothes was sitting on a chair, looking at something that looked like an account book.
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